Diary of the Army in the 1970s
Diary of the Army in the 1970s Chapter 20.1

Chapter 20: Jia Jia Releases the Duck

Wen Jiajia’s sixth sense had made a great contribution.

At this moment, she had returned to Fuyang from Chendun, but she heard that there had been a robbery near the Chendun Reservoir.

Canteen.

Today, there was braised fish, and the smell from the canteen made the villagers work a little faster than usual.

Wen Jiajia prepared her job early because she didn’t need to go to work in the morning, and she was the first person in the village to cook.

After finishing the meal, she was about to leave when she heard someone talking about Chendun. Wen Jiajia pricked up her ears and listened curiously.

“Chendun was really robbed?”

“No, someone was slashed a few times and almost thrown into the reservoir. Fortunately, he is a local and knows how to swim, so he hid in the water. When he couldn’t hide anymore, he climbed up the other side of the slope and escaped.”

“Did they catch the robbers?”

“No, he said someone was passing by, and he threw a stone on the road to get their attention.”

“Wow! That’s really lucky. Where did those criminals come from? We have to be careful when we go to the county seat in the future.”

“Who knows? They ran away, and the police didn’t catch them. Our place is full of mountains, and it’s hard to catch anyone once they flee into the mountains.”

The aunt who was cooking took a mouthful of fresh melon and hurriedly asked, “When did this happen?”

Wen Jiajia didn’t move and continued to listen.

“Just now. At ten o’clock, Baoguo was called to the commune for a meeting, and when he returned, he mentioned it.”

The girl asked again, “Then how do you know so much, as if you saw it with your own eyes?”

“The old Fang head of the commune was informed, and Fang Lan’s girl also went there. She knows what happened.”

“More than half of the autumn harvest is over, and this incident makes people panic. Who still has the heart to harvest the crops?”

Yes, who still has the heart for the autumn harvest.

Anyway, Wen Jiajia didn’t.

Wen Jiajia was scared to death, trembling with fright.

You know, her home is at the entrance of the village. If anyone wanted to enter the village, the first house they would pass by was hers.

And after a little inquiry, anyone would know that there were only three people in her family, two of whom were three-year-old children.

Thinking about this, Wen Jiajia broke out in a cold sweat. She didn’t even care about whether she could catch the car in the future.

She ran all the way, brought the rice bowl home, and hurriedly ran to Captain Fang’s house without bothering to eat.

“You’re also here to ask about Chendun?” Fang Baoguo asked. Apparently, many people had been there before her because the benches in the Fang family’s hall were messy.

Wen Jiajia nodded and, without hesitation, voiced her worries.

Fang Baoguo sighed. “The commune has already organized patrols, and there will be militia walking around our village at night. Some people will have guns, so it won’t come to that point.”

Wen Jiajia: ……

Help, I’m even more scared.

She forgot that the great feat of banning guns in this era had not yet been completely accomplished, and many people still had guns in their hands.

“Go back, go back,” Fang Baoguo said, clearly annoyed by the waves of people, and began to rush Wen Jiajia away.

Wen Jiajia was still a little worried.

For some reason, that strange static sensation came again, and it was so uncomfortable.

If it weren’t for the fact that there were no high-voltage wires nearby, she would have thought they were leaking.

In the afternoon, she had to work in the fields.

Wen Jiajia rubbed her head and pinched her arms, deciding to quit driving the car and to honestly collect sweet potatoes instead.

Even if she didn’t quit this job, Captain Fang wouldn’t let her continue doing it.

“Let Chen Qiang and Chen Xiong go from now on,” Fang Baoguo made the final decision. “Chen Qiang is strong and the best in the village. Chen Xiong is useless and can’t earn more work points than you.”

Wen Jiajia was curious. “How many points does he earn?”

There are even men who earn less than her.

Fang Baoguo felt embarrassed and didn’t really want to say. But Wen Jiajia was from this village, and no matter how embarrassing it was, it was still within the village, so he revealed it to her quietly, “On average, it’s good if he earns three points a day. Jiajia, don’t learn from him. We, the peasant sons and daughters, must be motivated.”

However, Wen Jiajia’s reaction was beyond his expectations. He only heard Wen Jiajia sigh, “That’s so good. As long as you earn three points a day, you can eat enough.”

She was so envious, even a little jealous.

Damn, why doesn’t she have this kind of easy life in two lifetimes?

Fang Baoguo waved his hand angrily. “Go to the cafeteria to eat. From now on, you and Yanyan will go to release the ducks. Let the ducks work for half a day, and ask Yanyan for details.”

With that, he drove her away again.

Wen Jiajia heard that there was still a harvest, and she wasn’t angry when she was driven away. After all, chasing ducks is more comfortable than driving a car; at least her butt wouldn’t hurt. But she was a little reluctant to give up driving.

That night, Wen Jiajia checked all the doors of the house to make sure that the room was locked before returning.

However, she was still not reassured.

Less than half an hour after returning to the room, she pushed the door open with a few rat traps in her hand.

It’s not accurate to call them mouse traps; they were hunting traps. They could clamp mice, pheasants, hares, and even human feet.

The Wen family, young and old, were honest farmers and didn’t have such things at home.

Where did these come from? They were synthesized.

Wen Jiajia used the previously synthesized wheelbarrow as nourishment and other iron products to continue synthesizing, and she accidentally refreshed a hunting trap, so Wen Jiajia hurriedly synthesized one.

With the first, the second and the third were much easier, and until now, Wen Jiajia had saved up to six hunting traps.

With a pine torch in her hand, she placed four hunting traps on the fence by the patio.

If anyone wanted to enter the hall with the courtyard gate and gate closed, they would have to climb the wall by the patio.

Even if they were lucky enough not to step on one of the traps, it didn’t matter because the other two traps were placed by her at the two doorways of the room.

Wen Jiajia wasn’t done yet.

If she could, she wanted to spread hunting traps in the front yard and backyard, so that those who had ill intentions couldn’t rest easy. After getting settled, they wouldn’t have feet anymore.

Weapons can bring a sense of security, and even a defensive weapon like a hunting trap could help Wen Jiajia get a good night’s sleep.

It’s just that…

When she woke up, nothing had happened.

Not even a mouse was caught, which made Wen Jiajia feel like she was overreacting.

However, she had mild paranoia about being killed. Having died once, she was more afraid of death and more cautious than ordinary people.

She carefully put away the hunting traps and decided to continue setting them up in the evening. Not only would she continue tonight, but she would probably do so every night at home from now on.

Because of this incident, she wasn’t in the mood to go to the mountains to pick fungi that morning.

After breakfast, Wen Jiajia went to find Fang Mingyan.

Fang Mingyan was the daughter of the brigade accountant, and she had taken over the easy and high-scoring job of chasing ducks since last year. Even this small brigade had privileges.

Wen Jiajia couldn’t help but sigh. She was transferred to chase ducks, didn’t she also belong to the privileged class?

No, she was probably used as a gag.

After all, her family was the most pitiful in the whole village, and their situation was the most difficult. If someone made a fuss about it, she was the rag that would gag their mouths.

She had long heard that some people in the village were jealous of Fang Mingyan’s easy job. Actually, this was normal. Many people in the village were not convinced by Fang Mingyan, who had lost four ducks and raised five adult ducks to death.

Wen Jiajia was very happy. After all, she benefited from it. She didn’t need to go to the fields to raise ducks, and she still had five hours a day.

Fang Mingyan’s family was around the brigade headquarters and belonged to the core area of the village.

To paraphrase the city, her home was in the second ring of the village.

In the early morning, many people were already gathered next to the brigade headquarters to chat.

Wen Jiajia didn’t know why the villagers were so keen on chatting and gossiping. Although the recent autumn harvest wasn’t particularly tiring, it wasn’t easy either.

As for the topic, it was still the case of the Chendun attack.

“Several police officers have come, and I heard they’ve even organized people to search the mountain.”

“What on earth was that person doing? If he only wanted to rob, why make such a big noise?”

“Yeah. We’ve had robberies here before, and there were carjackings on the national highway in Hegou Township, but nothing like this.”

“Could he be a spy?” someone speculated.

After all, this operation was so unusual that it was said they would continue to search the mountains today.

In their opinion, only the most heinous people, like spies, would be treated like this.

Wen Jiajia felt even more frightened hearing this. Robbers were bad enough, and now there were even spies.

She didn’t continue to listen but went to Fang Mingyan’s house.

“Jiajia?” Fang Mingyan was stunned and then reacted. “You’re herding ducks with me.”

Wen Jiajia smiled. “Yes, hello, Yanyan.”

Fang Mingyan seemed very happy. “I’ve always wished someone could help me. You don’t know, there are more than 100 ducks in our village, and I can’t handle them alone.”

Wen Jiajia understood, it turned out there was this reason.

“You wait for me, I’ll change my shoes, and we can leave.” Fang Mingyan hurriedly returned to the house, and in less than half a minute, she changed her white shoes and replaced them with black cloth shoes like Wen Jiajia’s.

Not to mention, in terms of clothing, Wen Jiajia’s favorite thing after crossing over was the shoes.

The handmade cloth shoes were really comfortable, with soft soles and breathable uppers, and her feet didn’t feel confined. The only downside was that they were inconvenient to wear on rainy days.

Yesterday, the sun had dried the wet road from the previous two days, but the wheel prints of the donkey cart were still there.

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