The 1970s Little Village Girl [Through the Book]

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He Fengjiao came out of the cafeteria with an excited mood of meeting the boss.

Although He Fengjiao has not received any information about He Dong in her mind, she can know from the description in the book that this boss will be a powerful business tycoon in the future.

To put it bluntly, the inheritance inherited by He Fengjiao is nothing compared to him!

However, this boss is currently a member of the five black categories that everyone despises in this era.

In a movement ten years ago, his father, who was a highly educated person and a descendant of the Yellow Banner, was labeled a rightist. He could not bear the humiliation after a criticism before being sent down to the countryside and committed suicide.

Despite this, He Dong still could not escape the fate of being implicated and sent down to the countryside.

The area around Zhuyuan Production Brigade used to be very poor. How poor was it?

It was so poor that there was not even a landlord!

So when He Dong's family was sent here, everyone was furious and criticized them one after another as if they had found an outlet.

In the past few years, He Dong's family was excluded and driven away in various ways every time they went to a village.

After several twists and turns, it was not until last year that He Fengjiao's father became the brigade leader and kindly took He Dong's family to Zhuyuan Village 3 and arranged for them to live in the cowshed in the village.

Although He Fengjiao lived next door to him, the doors of the two houses happened to be in opposite directions, so she had never had any contact with He Dong.

Therefore, in the memory of the original body, He Fengjiao could not find any information about He Dong.

And He Fengjiao had only been here for two days.

On the first day, she had a fever and stayed in bed. On the second day, she was assigned to help in the canteen. She had no time to observe the situation in the village.

Now when she came out of the canteen, she only saw a small road connecting to the village.

It rained from time to time in the past few days, and the dirt road turned into a muddy road with potholes.

He Fengjiao never liked walking on muddy roads, which were disgusting and slippery.

She slowly felt her feet become heavy. She didn't need to guess that it was because her shoes were covered with mud.

When she thought of that scene, He Fengjiao didn't even want to look at it, and even wanted to speed up her pace to walk through this muddy path.

He Fengjiao looked at the village not far ahead, and suddenly saw her own brick house.

Compared with the yellow mud adobe houses, the house with red brick exterior walls looked magnificent and stable.

It was indeed a good house that everyone envied. There were only a few red brick houses in the whole village, and they were also the first batch of "luxury houses".

Of course, if she hadn't lived in it, she would feel extremely proud.

But even the best red brick house in the village was no different from a thatched house in the eyes of He Fengjiao, a young lady who had never suffered.

Just as she was reminiscing about her soft Serta bed, a dark shadow suddenly emerged from a cornfield nearby, which really scared He Fengjiao. But when she saw the tattered clothes on the man, the words of criticism were immediately swallowed back into her throat.