With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

"Big brother and sister-in-law!"

Xue Ying quickly ran over and threw herself into her sister-in-law's arms, almost knocking her down with such force.

Zhao Xue hurriedly stabilized her body and held her sister-in-law in her arms, "Why has Xiaoying lost weight after not seeing us for two months? Is it because the food stamps are not enough?"

"The food stamps are enough, but the main reason is that the food at school is not as delicious as my sister-in-law's cooking." Xue Ying complained with a small mouth.

"Our mother and Xiaoling are making delicious food for you at home. Let's eat meat tonight." Zhao Xue whispered in Xue Ying's ear.

"That's great!" Xue Ying danced happily, let go of her sister-in-law and threw herself into her elder brother's arms for a hug.

Xue Ming found that his little sister had lost weight again. It seemed that the food in the school cafeteria was indeed not good.

"Brother, look, Brother Qing and Brother Min are out." Xue Ying waved towards the school gate, "Xue Qing, Xue Min, brother and sister-in-law are here to take us home. Look here, look here..."

Two little boys heard the shouting and walked towards Xue Ming at the school gate, and soon came to Xue Ming's side, "Brother, sister-in-law."

"Xiao Qing has grown a lot taller, and Xiao Min has become more handsome." Zhao Xue touched their heads and saw that the two brothers-in-law had changed a lot after two months.

"Brother, I'm the squad leader." Xue Qing held his head high and looked arrogant. He wore a red armband on his right arm with the word "squad monitor" written on it.

"Okay, Xiaomin has to work hard too." Xue Ming gave his brother a thumbs up, but he didn't want his brother to be a monitor because that would affect his studies.

Xue Min was a little frustrated because he was not the squad leader. He raised his head and smiled silly at his elder brother before lowering his head.

At this time, a big man passed by Xue Ming carrying a pole. There were two baskets hanging on the pole, and two children, a boy and a girl, were sitting in the baskets.

He glanced at Xue Ming with a strange look. Xue Ming felt that this man was mentally ill and was too lazy to pay attention to him. He asked his two younger brothers to get in the car and prepare to go home.

The two bicycles walked slowly toward the outside of the crowd. People on the road turned their heads to look over. Xue Ming thought their eyes were strange, while Zhao Xue simply ignored them.

Suddenly, Xue Ming felt that the rear wheel of his bicycle was touched, and then he heard a woman's roar, "Look carefully, the car hit my child."

A middle-aged woman held the bicycle with both hands. Her facial features were a little ferocious. A five- or six-year-old boy beside her suddenly squatted on the ground and cried.

"Look what you did to my child? Having a bicycle is great, isn't it? Bullying the poor, isn't it?" the middle-aged woman jumped and yelled.

Passers-by stopped to watch, and Zhao Xue hurriedly stopped the car and took Xue Qing out of the back seat.

"I'm not sure if I hit your child, so please don't yell and take your hands away from my car first." Xue Ming stared at her.

"Folks, come and see, his car hit my child and he wants to default on the debt. Rich people bully us poor people." The middle-aged woman jumped to her feet and shouted again.

"Don't point your finger at my face." Xue Ming pushed the woman's hand away, feeling a little uncomfortable because of the sudden incident.

The woman stumbled and fell down. She was stunned for two seconds and sat on the ground crying. She kept shouting "kill me, please help me."

Xue Ming's behavior aroused public outrage, and people who didn't know the truth instantly formed a united front to accuse Xue Ming.

A gray-haired old man stared and said, "Rich people cannot bully poor people. Just because you are rich doesn't mean you are right!"

Xue Ming laughed angrily, "How do you see that I have money? Being rich doesn't mean being reasonable. Does not having money mean being reasonable? I am poor and I am justified, right?"

"Old comrade, we really don't know whether we hit this child. The bicycle can only hit the person in front, how can it hit the person in the back?" Zhao Xue argued.

"You are just bullying us ordinary people. Since you have money, just take ten yuan for medical expenses." A man with a middle-parted hair yelled.

The middle-aged woman cried louder, and the little boy covered his face and screamed. The crying and accusations caused a bigger disturbance. Xue Ming hurriedly blocked his wife and younger siblings behind him.

"My brother didn't hit him. He kicked my brother's car wheels, and then he grabbed the car and refused to let us go. I saw it just now." Xue Ying cried angrily as she spoke.

"Xiaoying, don't cry, did you really see it just now?" Zhao Xue hurriedly held Xue Ying in his arms.

Xue Ming's heart suddenly surged with murderous intent. He reached out and touched his little sister's hair, staring directly at the mother and son sitting on the ground mourning.

The middle-aged woman immediately shouted at the top of her voice, "They are talking nonsense, let the villagers judge it, the capitalists are bullying us proletariat..."

The air suddenly became quiet, and Xue Ming suddenly grabbed her collar and lifted her up.

He slapped her hard with his backhand, "I am a transporter at the Provincial Transportation Department, my wife is a people's teacher, and my ancestors are poor farmers for eight generations. Who are you calling a capitalist?"

The middle-aged woman was stunned. The more Xue Ming talked, the angrier he became and slapped her again.

People who eat melons are confused. The transporter is a member of the eighth commune and the teacher is the gardener of the motherland. Of course such a good family will have a bicycle.

"Comrade, don't hit people. If you have something to say, talk it over." The old man who had just been aggrieved spoke again.

Xue Ming gave the treacherous woman another slap in the face. These days, capitalists are the most vicious swear words. The biggest slander these days is to call other people capitalists.

The melon-eating people also felt that she deserved to be beaten. How could she slander the eight members of the commune?

"This uncle also saw him when he kicked my brother's car just now." Xue Ying pointed to a burly man in the crowd.

This big man was the one who carried the two children with the pole. He looked at Xue Ming and quickly lowered his head, moved back and planned to mind his own business.

Xue Ming straightened his back, "Fellow fellows, I don't have the eyes to see the truth behind my back. I believe many comrades have witnessed the truth like this big brother. But why don't you speak out? Why do you follow this vicious mother and son to slander me? ?Is it because I wear better clothes and ride a bicycle?"

The scene was completely silent. Xue Ming's words opened their fig leaf, but they did not dare to refute that Xue Ming was a transporter.

"Brother, you are an honest man, please give me a clean slate." Xue Ming walked up to the strong man on the pole and bowed gently.

"Brother, please say something. My lover is innocent and he must live up to his conscience." Zhao Xue pleaded.

The big man with the pole pole blushed and had a thick neck. He lowered his head and pointed at the mother and son on the ground, "This kid deliberately kicked the wheels of the transporter comrade. His mother doesn't have ideals and is blackmailing people."

The crowd instantly went into chaos, and countless people began to accuse the mother and son.

"Why do you slander people so casually? How can comrades transporters and teachers be capitalists?"

"You want to extort someone's money when you see they have a car. You two have such bad consciences."

All kinds of accusations came one after another. The old man and the young man with middle-aged hair who had just accused Xue Ming also lowered their heads in shame. The mother and son who caused the trouble had their faces turned pale with fear.

Xue Ming stared down at the naughty kid, wishing he could give him a few slaps, "Naughty kid, a born bad guy like you will never grow up."