Moving away from Fenglin Road means that there is no relationship with the power center of Jiangdong Province. The seventh family of Chen family moved to Siheyuan, No. 17 Hubu Street. The house area is much smaller, there is no longer a garden lawn swimming pool, no longer a guard chef, driver, health nurse, no longer enjoy any privileges,

After graduating from Peking University, Chen Zikun arranged for the editorial work of Jiangdong People's Publishing House. Many years have passed, and she has also changed from a young girl to a 28-year-old girl. Like her sister Chen Yan, she is neither too high nor too low, and it is difficult to solve personal problems. However, both sisters have one advantage, not looking old. Chen Yan, who is forty, looks like a 27 or 28-year-old girl, and Chen Jiao is sometimes mistaken for a high school student when walking on the street.

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Time flows slowly eastward, and the international situation changes. Li Zongren, the former president of the Republic of China, returned to China, and Sino-Soviet relations were like fire. The United States bombed northern Vietnam, and the Seventh Fleet deployed the Taiwan Strait. The young People's Republic of China tried to explode the atomic bomb and established diplomatic relations with Charles de Gaulle's France... The people learned about these news from radios and newspapers.

In February 1966, the spring was chilly. In the yard of No. 17 Hubu Street, there were ice slithers under the eaves. Deafening revolutionary songs were heard on the street. In the east wing of the main hall, Chen Zikun was sitting cross-legged on the kang wearing reading glasses and reading newspapers. The enthusiastic and powerful voice of the announcer came from the radio next to him.

"Comrade XX held a symposium on the literary and artistic work of the army in Shanghai... Comrade XX said that the literary and artistic circles were dominated by a black line of anti-party and anti-socialism... Comrade XX called on resolutely to carry out a socialist revolution on the cultural front..."

The sound was too noisy, Chen Zikun turned on the radio and continued to read the newspaper. Today, a humble news was published in Huaijiang Daily. XXX, the alternate secretary of the Central Secretariat, was dismissed, XXX, the deputy prime minister of the State Council, and XXX, the chief of staff of the People's Liberation Army, were arrested for conspiring to usurp the army and fight against the party.

Chen Zikun sighed and closed the newspaper. He had been in politics for many years, but he was increasingly unable to understand what was happening now. He knew that he had been criticizing "Hai Rui dismissed from office" since the end of last year. The meaning of the drunkard was that the Beijing Municipal Party Committee was getting more and more intense. Could it be that the fire of the Qinggong Building in the Hongwu period would be repeated?

The sky cleared, and the ice slithers dripped downwards, forming a row of small pits. There were dozens of cabbages piled up under the windowsill. They were vegetables for the Chen family during the winter. Under the eaves of the west house were a pile of coal. This was all about heating in winter.

Chen Zikun got off the kang, picked up a shovel and shoveled coal to make coal cakes. After a while, he felt hot, so he took off his cotton jacket and shook his arms and fucked it up. When his little daughter Chen Jiao came back from get off work, she hurriedly put down the things and worked together. She mixed yellow mud and coal together to make coal cakes and dried in the sun. The yard was filled with coal cakes.

After a bicycle bell rang, Chen Jiao put down the shovel and whispered in his hand, "Sister is back."

Chen Yan pushed the bicycle into the yard, holding a letter in her hand: "Mom is coming."

It was a letter from Yao Yilei sent from Hong Kong. Chen Zikun hurriedly took it and read it carefully. The father-in-law Yao Qizhen passed away two years ago, and his mother-in-law was nearly 90 years old. She was getting worse day by day. She missed her granddaughter very much. Yao Yilei asked Chen Zikun to think of a way to send Chen Yan to Hong Kong as soon as possible. If possible, it would be best to send Chen Jiao too.

"What did Mom say in the letter?" Chen Yan leaned over and looked at it.

"I'm going to Hong Kong." Chen Zikun handed over the letter paper, and took the envelope to appreciate the stamp pattern. Suddenly, he found something was wrong at the end of the envelope. After a closer look, it seemed that there was signs of being disassembled and stuck.

Needless to ask, this is a routine inspection by the relevant departments. It is not a good thing to have overseas relations these days.

The next day, Chen Yan asked the hospital to issue a letter of introduction and came to the Public Security Bureau to apply for a passport for private abroad, but he could not find the agency. The comrades in the office heard that Chen Yan was going abroad, as if they heard a big joke. When Chen Yan showed her letter from Hong Kong, the police exchanged glances with each other. When Chen Yan looked at Chen Yan, the eyes became cold and serious.

"This situation is not impossible, but it is quite special. Generally speaking, it is difficult to deal with. It requires special approval from the leader. This way, you leave the information and we will consider it after checking the relevant documents."

Chen Yan had to leave the information and went back, but she didn't know if the application was like a mud bull entering the sea.

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In May, the Central Committee established the Central Cultural Revolution Group with XXX as the leader, XX as the consultant, XX, XXX deputy leader,

Under the leadership of the Central Cultural Revolution Group, college and middle school students across the country were mobilized to create revisionist rebellion. Countless Red Guard organizations sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. An unprecedented Cultural Revolution was in full swing.

No. 28, Fenglin Road, this place was originally the home of Gong Zijun, the Director of Finance. Later, it was assigned to Xu Tingge, the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee, the Secretary of the Provincial Political and Legal Affairs Committee and the Director of Public Security. Director Xu was busy with everything and did not go home very much. When he came back by chance today, he found that the living room of his home was messy, with newspapers, ink and brushes flying all over the sky. More than a dozen or a half-year-old children were writing big-character posters under the leadership of their son Xu Xinhe.

"Dad, you are back. Let me introduce you to you. These are the comrades in our school's Dongfeng Blowing Fighting Team." Xu Xinhe said proudly. The students were all wearing yellow and green military uniforms, artificial leather armbands, and three yellow characters "Red Guards" were written on them.

"Nonsense." Xu Tingge lowered his face. He was not angry that his son was engaged in politics, but felt that he should not bring his classmates to his home.

"We are responding to the central government's call and creating a revisionist counter-attack." Xu Xin's face turned red with a gentle blush and he defended loudly.

"Yes, Uncle Xu, you are behind." A young man echoed. Xu Tingge knew that this was Ma Jingsheng, the son of Governor Ma's family. His son and these classmates were basically **, Red Five,

"Let's go, don't mess around at home, and make the carpet dirty." Xu Tingge issued an order to expel guests. He didn't take these dolls seriously. He didn't even grow all the hairs, so he just learned to do sports and criticize teachers. It's really funny.

The Red Guards of the Dongfeng Blowing Battle Team were very ambitious. Under the leadership of Xu Xinhe, they rolled up the big-character poster and left. Xu Tingge shouted from behind: "Xinhe, don't forget to go home tonight, don't mess around outside."

Xu Xinhe said: "Dad, I am now a Red Guard soldier. You cannot interfere with my freedom. I live in the headquarters with my comrades at night, so don't worry about it. Also, I changed my name. Now I am not called Xu Xinhe, but Xu Hongbing."

After saying that, a group of students left and went straight to the school. They were students from the No. 1 Middle School in the provincial capital. The oldest Xu Hongbing was 18 years old and was the commander of the Dongfeng Blossom Combat Team. The other team members were of different ages, including the elder brothers and sisters in high school, and the children of junior high school, but they were all children of senior cadres of the provincial party committee, provincial government and provincial military region. Because of their good background, it was easy to get military caps, uniforms and armed belts. Therefore, the military appearance of the Dongfeng Blossom Combat Team is the most strict in the Red Guards organization in the city.

They rushed to school, rushed into the teacher's office, dragged out several old teachers in their fifties, forcibly put on white paper hats, painted ink on their faces, waved red books to drive the trembling old men to the streets, paraded in the streets,

The central street of the provincial capital is filled with parades, almost all of them are college and middle school students. The young faces are full of passion, and the world is full of green and red oceans. The green is military uniform, the red is flags and treasure books.

In the loudspeaker, revolutionary songs are full of fighting spirit. On the roof of the department store, huge pictures and red slogans are set up,

The old Chen Zikun pushed the bicycle on the sidewalk, looking at the scene expressionlessly.
Chapter completed!