Rebirth of a Military Marriage: Three Thousand Lovers: Starting with Three Cubs

Yu Lingze smiled politely at Zhuang Mingyang.

She knew from the original owner's memory that there lived a grandfather and grandson in the cowshed of the brigade. They were members of the five black categories and bad elements.

Zhuang Mingyang was dazzled by her smile and was stunned.

It was like a small spark that reignited his difficult, dull life and made it shine.

Grandpa Zhuang was holding a bowl and waiting for his grandson to pour corn porridge for him, when he suddenly saw his grandson lying there like a fool, motionless.

Mr. Zhuang followed his gaze.

A young wife holding a baby, wearing a farmer's cloth, tall and thin, with bright almond-shaped eyes.

As a veteran figure in the Republic's diplomacy, Mr. Zhuang immediately felt the uniqueness of this young wife.

That is a kind of spiritual transcendence and uniqueness!

The sun was pouring down, and she was bathed in the glittering golden light, feeling a sense of being isolated from the world and drifting away.

Mr. Zhuang shook his head, thinking that he must have been confused by the criticism. How could he have such superstitious ideas!

He actually felt that the girl in front of him did not belong to this world.

Yu Lingze also smiled politely at Mr. Zhuang.

She felt a sense of regret and sympathy for the five black categories, rightists, bad elements and so on of this era due to the vicissitudes of history.

After thinking for a while, she put Xiaobao down and told Yaya: "Yaya, take care of your brother. Mommy is going to talk to that grandfather."

Yu Lingze walked to the cowshed and looked around, but there was no one around.

Then he took out 10 eggs, a bottle of honey, 2 kilograms of rice, 2 kilograms of flour, and a clay pot of soybean oil from the backpack.

In fact, they were all taken out from the system treasure box.

She didn't dare take more, for fear of scaring the old man.

In fact, she still underestimated the prices in 1970.

The pile of things she placed on the ground still scared Mr. Zhuang.

These things are so valuable that you may not be able to buy them even if you have money and tickets.

Three years of natural disasters had just ended, and grain production had not yet fully recovered.

The days of famine are still fresh in our memory. These precious fine grains, eggs and oil are simply tempting to commit crimes.

Yu Lingze smiled politely and explained: "Old man, don't get me wrong, I have no bad intentions. These things were bought with the allowance my husband sent back from the army, they are not from unknown sources."

She looked at the old man who was still in a daze and didn't say anything, and suddenly she realized that her behavior was indeed very strange to people of this era.

So, she coughed lightly and said, "I'm not giving it to you for free. I have something to ask of you."

"What's your name, young lady? Do you know that if someone finds out you're talking to me, an old man, you'll be arrested and criticized? Aren't you afraid?"

"My last name is Yu, and my name is Yu Zhaodi." Yu Lingze uttered the name with difficulty, still feeling a soreness in the back of his teeth.

"Well, I know it's not nice to talk to you, but no one can see us. You are from the city, so you must be able to read and write. I would like to ask you to teach me and the children to read. These things can be considered as the gift for becoming my apprentice." Yu Lingze made up a seemingly reasonable excuse.

"From now on, I will bring the children to the back mountain every day to collect pig grass, firewood, mushrooms, etc. You can go to the back mountain to herd cattle and teach us mothers in the mountains. No one will get suspicious."

Mr. Zhuang looked at the fine grain eggs on the ground and swallowed his saliva. It was really hard to refuse.

The temptation of fine grains was so great that he and Yang Ge'er hadn't eaten a single bite of fine grains for a year.

"Xiao Yu, my last name is Zhuang, you can just call me Grandpa Zhuang. Let's make a deal first. If anyone finds us, you must not show any mercy and you must curse me like the Red Guards did at the struggle sessions."

A bitter feeling welled up in Yu Lingze's heart, and a feeling of powerlessness filled his mind.

After ten years of turmoil, the country's strength has not improved but declined, and these pillars of the country have wasted ten years.

How many decades can a person have in his life?

Yu Lingze knew that the old man was right, so he didn't act pretentiously and nodded in agreement.

"Old man, hold on, there will always be a day when the clouds will clear and the sun will shine. The body is the capital of revolution. As long as you are alive, everything is possible."

Yu Lingze could not say explicitly that this movement would fade out of history in six years, and that he would definitely be rehabilitated and return to his original position.

I can only give some spiritual advice and provide some material help.

Mr. Zhuang became even more suspicious of Lingze. Is this something a young country girl could say?

However, he did not doubt the girl's motives. He saw pure kindness in her eyes, and he firmly believed that he would not make a mistake in her.

Zhuang Mingyang had been standing there staring at Yu Lingze stupidly, his heart beating so hard that he could hear it clearly, like the sound of a drum.

From beginning to end, Yu Lingze never even looked at Zhuang Mingyang.

Zhuang Mingyang was very disappointed.

Mr. Zhuang was an experienced and shrewd man, and he saw through his grandson's thoughts at a glance.

He knocked Zhuang Mingyang's head hard.

"What are you looking at, you silly boy? They've all gone far away. Also, put away your thoughts. Not to mention that she's already married, even if she's still unmarried, what's your status now? Can you covet an innocent girl? Aren't you harming her?"

Zhuang Mingyang instantly wilted, as if all his energy had been drained away at once.

"Grandpa, what nonsense are you talking about? How could I?" He blushed and defended himself stubbornly.

Mr. Zhuang no longer paid attention to his little grandson who was thinking about love.

He carefully picked up the things on the ground and looked at the cowshed that was leaking air everywhere, feeling worried and not knowing where to hide them.

In the end, they just stuffed it into the corner of the bullpen.

"Grandson, feed the corn paste to the cows, and we will cook rice porridge and eggs. It is best to eat these good things as soon as possible."

Zhuang Mingyang suddenly said something that didn't make any sense: "Grandpa, do you think this Miss Yu looks a little familiar?"

Mr. Zhuang was filling a broken clay pot with water and asked casually, "Look familiar? I don't think so."

"It just looks familiar to me, but I can't remember who it looks like."

"Don't try to fool your grandfather with this. If you like a girl, just say so. She looks familiar? She looks like your wife, okay?"

"Hey, what are you talking about? I won't talk to you anymore." Zhuang Mingyang was a little angry.

"I'll say it again, put away your evil thoughts and don't harm the girl."

Mr. Zhuang warned Zhuang Mingyang in a very stern tone.

Zhuang Mingyang suddenly slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "Grandpa, I remember now. My dad put an old photo in one of his books. There was a woman in the photo who looked a bit like Miss Yu. Their facial features weren't too similar. Miss Yu was prettier. But their bone structure was very similar."