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Song Pearl, in a fit of righteous indignation, made a bold statement that left Liu Cuiying speechless for a while. She could only tilt her head back, her eyes wide open and staring at Song Pearl.
This Girl, who had always been taciturn, seemed to have lost all sense of propriety when she finally spoke.
Her temperament resembled that of her Aunt, Song Shiting's sister, Song Shizhen, but this Girl was born at the wrong time, facing numerous hardships even in the womb. Being a premature baby, she still appeared somewhat underdeveloped in her twenties, looking rather foolish.
The soft and somewhat silly child suddenly displaying a bit of spirit could indeed catch people's attention.
Song Pearl was unaware of Liu Cuiying's thoughts; her greatest concern was that the Fish Pond would be filled in. She needed to ensure that her fish body would not be buried and turned into a fossil.
For over ten years, she had longed to see the deep waters where she once lived and check if her fish body was intact. However, Song Pearl was too clumsy to learn how to swim, let alone venture into the depths of the water.
The assistant of the master who had once monitored her had not appeared, but Song Pearl did not want to risk drowning. After all, she was originally a fish, and dying by drowning would be quite embarrassing.
Moreover, judging by the assistant's attitude, even if she drowned, she would not be able to return to being a fish until she completed her mission. She would still have to endure suffering in this body of Song Pearl.
Thus, during her time as a human, she could only cautiously protect this pond and prevent others from harming herself.
She had thought that these people would continue their farming lives from sunrise to sunset without change. Little did she know that human greed knows no bounds; the pond could not wait for her return.
"Is that person who came with you really a provincial cadre? How do you know him?" Liu Cuiying finally regained her composure and recalled a key figure.
"I met him on the road; he insisted on helping me. I’m grateful for him."
"He's really warm-hearted, but I doubt he can make much of an impact," Liu Cuiying replied. "He looks like a civilized person; a county official is no match for our village leaders. In this remote area, people are quite rough. The village chief and the Secretary have eaten more salt than that kid has eaten rice; they will probably lock him up."
Song Pearl felt a tightness in her chest. "Mom, why didn't you tell me earlier? If I had known, I wouldn't have let him go with the village officials to the Team Headquarters. I need to check on him."
As she finished speaking, she lifted her leg to run outside, but Liu Cuiying grabbed her. "I didn't see him before, but I noticed he could hold off the village officials for a while. Given the current situation, even holding them off for a moment is something. If you go with him now, you might also get locked up."
"Mom, do you think he might already be locked up by the village chief?" Song Pearl couldn't believe it. In her impression, both the village chief and Secretary were honest and respectable people, friendly and approachable. Moreover, just now, Zhang Yunye had a strong presence that made them fearful and very respectful.
"A strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake. That young man has some skills; others couldn't see clearly from afar, but I saw him with two flying knives between his fingers... Pearl, how do you know someone like that?" After crying enough, Liu Cuiying surprisingly became curious, her eyes filled with caution.
Song Pearl felt a bit angry; her mother was missing the point. It was a matter of life and death now, yet she was still rambling on. She broke free from Liu Cuiying's grip and threw out a remark: "Mom, keep an eye on the house. I'm going to find someone to buy land!" Then she ran out of the door.
Outside, it was still dark, and something cold brushed against her face; it was snowing again.
Song Pearl stumbled through the fields and ran towards the village. The village was pitch black; every household had their doors tightly shut. With fewer farming tasks in winter, villagers preferred to sleep in and usually wouldn't open their doors until after noon.
Song Family Village wasn't large; there were only a few narrow streets. After living there for over ten years, Song Pearl could find her way to the Team Headquarters even with her eyes closed since it was the most spacious place.
The entrance of the Team Headquarters featured a large gatehouse with a light shining at the entrance. The orange-yellow glow illuminated the surrounding area and clearly lit up the off-road vehicle that Zhang Yunye drove in.
Song Pearl leaned against the car window to take a look but saw nothing. She decided to circle around the vehicle towards the courtyard.
The iron gate of the Team Headquarters was already locked, and there was no sound coming from inside. Song Pearl's heart raced as she silently chanted to herself to stay calm. She gently poked her head out first to check if she could fit through the gap between two pieces of Rebar. It seemed fine; she could get through. Once assured of this, she tensed her body and sidled through the gap into the Yard.
Since the village's kindergarten was located at the Team Headquarters, there were cartoon pictures posted on the walls of the rooms along the left corridor. Children often squeezed in and out through the locked iron gate of this kindergarten. Song Pearl didn't expect that she could also slip in so easily; she silently thanked her luck as she entered.
The yard is spacious, with seven or eight houses. There shouldn't be anyone at the place where the children go to school. If Zhang Yunye is really locked up by the village, she should be confined in the Brightly Lit Room. There is no one at the door, so it's likely that someone is watching outside.
The wooden door of the conference room is tightly closed, and light shines through the windows that are fitted with anti-theft screens.
Song Pearl first walks to the window. The outer layer of the window is sealed with plastic sheeting pressed against the wall by wooden sticks to prevent the cold, completely blocking off the window. All she can see is the orange-red light coming from inside; nothing else is visible.
The snow falls heavier and heavier, and in just a little while, Song Pearl has already been covered with a layer of white, which falls off her as she moves.
She doesn't have time to brush it off and goes to the closed door instead. She pushes against it, but it doesn't budge. Her hearing is good, and pressing her ear against the crack in the door, she can't hear a single sound.
Song Pearl bites her lip, already somewhat convinced by Liu Cuiying's words; Zhang Yunye has indeed been locked up.
"Open the door! Is anyone there? Open the door!" Song Pearl raises her foot, steps back, and kicks the door twice. Just as she prepares to kick it a third time, the door moves.
"Stop kicking the door; it's too barbaric," Zhang Yunye's voice comes through. Only then does Song Pearl notice that there has been a change with the door.
It hasn't opened; it has shifted. One side of the door at the bottom has been moved aside, and the gap is widening, creating a large opening between the door and its frame.
Zhang Yunye awkwardly squeezes out from inside. The Gold-Rimmed Glasses on her nose are missing, and her previously confident modern slicked-back hairstyle has fallen apart into messy strands. Her clothes are still relatively neat.
"Did you get beaten?" Song Pearl asks nervously.
"This village really is very violent!" Zhang Yunye says breathlessly as she restores the door to its original position. "There were five or six Militia Guards watching over me! I'm just a kid; this is too harsh!"
He never thought that if all the children in the world were like him, then those adults would all be living off others!
Song Pearl stepped back and through the still-open gap saw a sturdy figure slumped over the long conference table, presumably taken down by Zhang Yunye. It was unclear how serious the injury was.
"Alright, let's go, we need to leave," Song Pearl whispered. If the village chief rallied the villagers, they wouldn't be able to escape. It didn't matter if they couldn't run; the key was to solve the problem.
"This poor place doesn't even have a mobile signal..." Zhang Yunye muttered as he climbed over the tall iron gate. Song Pearl squeezed through the gap in the door.
This time, Zhang Yunye didn't make fun of Song Pearl. He approached the off-road vehicle, bent down to look at the tires, and frowned. Song Pearl followed his gaze to the front tires; both were flat—the tires had been punctured!
"Is there a place in your village that repairs cars?" Zhang Yunye asked, tilting his head. A snowflake landed on his long eyelashes, sparkling brightly.
There probably wasn't a repair shop in the village, and besides, there was no one who knew how to fix them!
"Would it work to change it to tractor tires? I need to get to Hongqing Group as soon as possible," Song Pearl suggested.
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