Section 37

  I feel sorry for Shen, some things are not one person's fault.

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  Thirty-seven

  The sound of footsteps came from outside the door, and it turned out that Qiu Hezhen had sent someone to deliver some New Year's food. They expressed their gratitude. Qiu Hezhen was the commander-in-chief of the Kwantung Army's General Headquarters, and he had been friends with Ni Anru and his wife for many years. This time, the transportation of military supplies was also entrusted to Ni Anru and his wife, who spent half a year preparing it, spending a lot of time and effort, and finally successfully transported it to Changchun. With gratitude in their hearts, they sent someone over on New Year's Eve to offer condolences and send some materials as a token of appreciation.

  The deputy chatted a few words and hurried back home for the New Year after putting down his things.

  On the table were frozen white cabbage dumplings, frozen sugar gourds and frozen fruits, as well as some cold noodles that had been prepared. Eating frozen fruit was unimaginable in the south, but the long winter brought not only coldness, but also a convenient natural refrigerator. Frozen pears, persimmons, apples and so on were all hard as steel balls or iron eggs. When Ning Xingguo first arrived, he was stupid and bit into one with force, leaving a white mark. In fact, people had a trick for eating frozen fruit. They didn't use hot water to soak it, nor did they roast it over an open flame. Instead, they put the frozen fruit in cold water to thaw for half an hour, after which the surface would form a layer of ice, but inside it would be soft and tender. When you bit into it, it was sour and sweet and refreshing, and it opened up your appetite.

  A moment of peace.

  A female prisoner died in her cell, she knew she was going to be executed and displayed publicly, even after death, her body would be intact. She hanged herself, with her tongue sticking out very long, her feet still twitching, yellow feces and urine flowed down her pant legs.

  "What should we do?" Ning Xingguo suddenly broke his silence.

  Zong Xiuyu said three words: "Disaster Law Court."

  Everyone's expression was solemn, silently picking up things on the table to eat. This year's passing is a bit depressing.

  (Thirty-eight)

  Shen Shuxian felt at ease only when she returned to her own home. Although the year was not over yet, her mother naturally did not want to return so early and preferred to stay in the village head's house where she could enjoy good food and drink without feeling cold. However, that was not her own home, so Shen Shuxian insisted on returning and refused Yang Sichen's offer to escort her, saying "I've been away from your family for several years, I naturally know the way back. Besides, there's nothing lacking at home, and I also know how to cook and do chores."

  Yang Sichen suddenly found that the girl was far from what he had imagined, and he also gave up on sending her back. He just handed over some money, goods, and clothes to her, told her to get on the carriage, and paid the fare early. Shen Shuxian also replied, "I will repay you as soon as possible after graduation."

  Yang Sizhen didn't answer him either, just saying "Be careful on your way."

  Shen Shuxian felt a little guilty.

  The old man in his sixties drove the horse carriage, and the horse was also an old horse. It stepped on the snowy ground, and its nose sprayed out thick white air. After saying "hold tight", it started moving with a jolting motion.

  Shen Shuxian's clothes were bought by Yang Sicheng's father, a white rabbit hair sweater, red round-headed leather shoes with a star on them, and a new scarf that wrapped warmly around her neck. When she took it off, she felt empty and uncomfortable, so she put it back on. In the carriage, she dozed off, and the old driver occasionally pulled out a pancake from his pocket to satisfy his hunger.

  "Oh no!" The old man driving stopped and said to Shen Shuxian in the car, "Miss, come down and take a look."

  Shen Shuxian heard the rustling sound and shouted in her heart, "I'm done for."

  It's the sound of a waterfall. Originally, this river would freeze solid every year, but this year it thawed out early and the horse carriage can't get through. Unless they take a detour, which might exhaust him. It's strange, when I came from home there was no melting ice, but now on the way back it's become like this.

  The old man looked at the weather, "I can't send you now, it's still early, wait a bit and there will definitely be boatmen coming to ferry, you wait here, I'll take you to the restaurant next door first. Let's eat something along the way."

  The so-called restaurant was just a simple setup next to the inn, a noodle shop with three tables and two benches. The old man and Shen Shuxian each had a bowl of hot noodles and ate them quickly, then wanted to go back.

  Shen Shuxian saw him off and bought two large buns, brushed some chili sauce on them, wrapped them in paper and stuffed them into his hands. "Take these to eat on the road."

  Watching the old man drive away, Shen Shuxian stared at the river surface, hoping for a boat to come.

  The sky was getting dark, and the little vendor began to pile up his stools on the table and move them into the inn while shouting, "Sister, I'm closing my stall! If you're not going to stay here, please give me a convenient spot to sit, I have to close up!"

  Shen Shuxian was a bit anxious, "When will there be a boat going back?"

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