In the fiery red era of the heavens, refrigerators are refreshed daily.

In March 1949, spring came to Beiping earlier than usual.

The willow branches along the moat have sprouted tender yellow buds, swaying in the still-chilly wind. The scene on the street is completely different from what it was two months ago.

The blue sky with a white sun flag has long since disappeared, replaced by an increasing number of red flags and banners. The streets are swept clean and tidy, and sanitation workers in gray-blue uniforms appear on time in each block.

The patrols were no longer carried out by arrogant Nationalist soldiers, but by civilian patrol teams wearing "security" armbands and disciplined People's Liberation Army soldiers. They were friendly, patiently giving directions to people asking for help, and even offering assistance to elderly people carrying heavy loads.

Grain stores and coal shops have reopened, and there are still queues in front of them, but the queues are orderly.

The government introduced "affordable grain" and "rationed coal." Although the quantity was limited and purchases were made per person based on household registration, and the prices were not particularly low, they were at least stable and transparent, no longer the astronomical figures that caused despair every day.

Most importantly, people's hearts are at peace.

The topics of conversation gradually shifted from "how many more days can we live?" and "how much have grain prices gone up?" to "when will the cooperative be built?", "when will literacy classes start?", and "where are they hiring?"

A new, hopeful rhythm of life has begun to beat again in the pulse of this ancient capital.

Beiping Radio Station, as one of the first important units to be taken over and resume normal operation, was immersed in a busy and orderly atmosphere of reform.

The initial tension and vigilance of the takeover have passed, and the radio station's focus has shifted from "protection" to "construction" and "speaking out."

Gao Tianlin was officially appointed as the director of the Beiping Radio Station, taking full charge of its operations. The previous director was an old-fashioned technocrat who claimed illness and refused to leave the station after the peace agreement was reached. He soon submitted his resignation and was said to have gone south.

Yang Guangming was still the head of the security department, but the responsibilities on his shoulders had quietly changed.

The radio station was well-organized both inside and out, with PLA soldiers led by Platoon Leader Zhou Zhigang permanently stationed there. Coupled with the increasingly capable guard unit, security work had formed a mature system and a routine mechanism. While the threat of enemy sabotage had not completely disappeared, it had been reduced to a minimum.

His focus gradually shifted from purely armed protection to more comprehensive administrative management.

Gao Tianlin relied heavily on the young, steady, and capable Yang Guangming, entrusting him with many administrative and external affairs.

On March 2nd, a chilly spring morning, Gao Tianlin summoned Yang Guangming to the station director's office.

The office was simply furnished, but there were a few propaganda posters of the new China on the walls, and the latest People's Daily and internal study materials were placed on the table.

"Guangming, sit down." Gao Tianlin pointed to the chair opposite him, his face showing his usual composure, but his eyes revealed a hint of excitement.

Yang Guangming sat down and waited for instructions.

“I have some important news,” Gao Tianlin said bluntly. “The higher authorities have officially approved that our Beiping Radio Station will be completely nationalized from this day forward, becoming the People’s Radio Station of the new China, directly under the leadership of the Propaganda Department of the North China Bureau.”

He paused, then continued, "This means that we need to carry out a comprehensive and systematic transformation. It's not just about changing the name; it's about completely transforming ourselves into the mouthpiece of the Party and the people in every aspect, from guiding ideology and organizational structure to work content and personnel."

Yang Guangming listened attentively and nodded. This was expected, and it was an inevitable historical event.

"The renovation work is expected to take about a month," Gao Tianlin said. "The technical staff and most of the workforce need to remain stable, as this is the foundation for ensuring the radio station's normal operation. However, adjustments will be needed in various departments, new rules and regulations will be established, and most importantly..."

He emphasized, "A Party committee must be established at the radio station. The Party's leadership must penetrate into every aspect of the radio station."

Yang Guangming's heart stirred. The Party Committee—this was the core leadership body of all important units under the new regime.

"After review and approval from higher authorities, our radio station's first Party Committee consists of five members." Gao Tianlin looked at Yang Guangming, his eyes filled with trust and expectation. "I will serve as the Party official. The other four members include the deputy director in charge of daily operations, the engineer in charge of technical work, the person in charge of publicity and broadcasting, and..."

He paused for a moment, then said clearly, "You, Comrade Yang Guangming."

Although Yang Guangming had a premonition, hearing the appointment with his own ears still stirred a surge of emotion within him.

"Director Gao, I..." Yang Guangming wanted to say something.

Gao Tianlin waved his hand, interrupting him: "Guangming, this is not the time for politeness. The organization has seen your abilities and contributions, especially your outstanding performance in protecting the radio station and thwarting enemy sabotage on the eve of liberation."

Although you are a young comrade, you are steadfast in your Party spirit, composed in your actions, courageous and resourceful, and enjoy high prestige among the masses. The Party Committee needs comrades like you who have combat experience and are familiar with the radio station.

He stood up, walked to the window, looked down at the guards and People's Liberation Army soldiers doing their morning exercises in the courtyard below, and slowly said:

"After the Party Committee is established, your job responsibilities will be adjusted. You will still serve as the head of the Security Section, which is your old job and you can't give it up. But in addition, the Party Committee has decided that you will be in charge of the General Affairs Department."

"The General Affairs Department?" Yang Guangming was slightly taken aback. The General Affairs Department was responsible for all sorts of miscellaneous tasks related to the radio station, including administration, logistics, finance, and supplies. The tasks were numerous and the responsibilities were heavy.

“Yes.” Gao Tianlin turned around and looked at Yang Guangming. “The General Affairs Department is the support department for the operation of the radio station. There are many things to do, and it tests people’s overall coordination ability and attention to detail.”

Old Li, who used to be in charge of general affairs, was a good person, but his ideas were outdated and his management methods were backward, unable to keep up with the requirements of the new situation.

We need someone who is principled yet flexible in handling specific problems and understands modern management methods to take charge. I think you're suitable.

Yang Guangming quickly thought it over. The general affairs work was indeed tedious, but as Director Gao said, it was the key to ensuring the normal operation of the radio station.

In his previous three lifetimes, he accumulated rich management experience, whether managing a vast business empire or coordinating resources in research institutions. He is indeed capable of doing this job well.

"I will obey the organization's arrangements." Yang Guangming stood up and said solemnly, "I will do my best to do the job well and live up to the organization's trust."

"Good!" Gao Tianlin nodded in satisfaction. "I knew you wouldn't refuse. We'll make detailed arrangements for the handover and deployment of work after the Party Committee is officially established."

He walked back to his desk, then remembered something and added, "Oh, right, there's one more thing I need to tell you. From now on, you, me, and several other cadres who joined the Party before liberation will no longer receive salaries."

Yang Guangming listened quietly, unsurprised by the change. He understood this period of history.

“We are included in the supply system,” Gao Tianlin explained. “Food, clothing, housing, and transportation, including the basic living security of family members, are all provided by the organization. We will receive a small allowance every month, mainly for purchasing personal necessities.”

Yang Guang also knew very well that the supply system would continue until 1952. Then it would transition to the 'wage distribution' system, and a fully-fledged wage system would not be introduced until 1955.

Before 1955, Party members and cadres generally had no worries about food and clothing, as the organization would take care of everything. However, the amount of money they could use to supplement their family income was very limited.

The cadres of this era truly dedicated everything!
Yang Guangming nodded: "Director Gao, I understand. This is a necessity for the revolution, a necessary measure to maintain the purity of the cadre ranks and share weal and woe with the masses. I personally have no problem with it."

He knew that in the early days of the People's Republic of China, when resources were extremely scarce and inflationary pressures were enormous, the supply system was the most effective way to stabilize the cadre team and concentrate resources on construction.

Although party members and cadres lead simple personal lives, they are crucial to the consolidation and development of the entire regime.

Gao Tianlin looked at him with relief: "It's good that you understand. I was worried that you young comrades might have some reservations. However, if there are really special difficulties at home, the organization will consider it and provide some subsidies. Don't worry about that."

"Thank you for your concern, Director Gao," Yang Guangming said. "My family is doing alright right now, we can manage."

As Yang Guangming walked out of Gao Tianlin's office, he strolled down the quiet third-floor corridor, his mind filled with a jumble of thoughts.

As a member of the Party Committee and in charge of the General Affairs Department, he officially entered the core leadership of the radio station, and his responsibilities became even heavier.

The rationing system meant that the money he brought home each month would be significantly reduced. Although the organization guaranteed his basic living, he would need to find other ways to improve his family's conditions and provide a better life for his parents and sisters.

Fortunately, he still has space in the refrigerator. Provided he follows the rules and doesn't reveal the secret, he can still improve his family's life appropriately. His parents are both young and educated; finding work and supporting themselves in the new society shouldn't be difficult.

He walked to the window at the end of the corridor and opened it. The crisp, early spring air rushed in, carrying the slightly fishy smell of thawing earth.

Down in the courtyard, Platoon Leader Zhou Zhigang was leading his soldiers in drill training, their slogans ringing out loudly and in unison. Nearby, Jiao Da and Jiao Er were also organizing physical training for the guards, both meticulous and methodical.

Further away, the radio station's doors were wide open, with staff occasionally going in and out, most of them wearing busy and fulfilling expressions.

A new and vibrant order is taking root and sprouting here.

March 5th, the sixth day of the second month in the lunar calendar, just after the Awakening of Insects.

The weather was still a bit chilly, but the sunlight seemed much brighter, giving people a faint warmth.

At 5:30 p.m., in the duty room of the guard section of Beiping Radio Station, the brothers Jiao Da and Jiao Er were changing shifts. Both of them had changed out of their duty uniforms and put on their own cotton-padded jackets, their faces showing undisguised excitement.

"Section Chief Yang!" Seeing Yang Guangming coming downstairs, Jiao Er immediately went to greet him, a bright smile on his dark face. "You're off work?"

"Yeah, nothing special today, time to head back." Yang Guangming nodded, looking at the two of them. "You're changing shifts too?"

"I've paid! I've paid!" Jiao Da rubbed his hands together, looking a little flustered but with eager eyes. "Section Chief Yang, today... today Lao Er and I received our salaries from last month."

As he spoke, he took out a small bag carefully wrapped in a handkerchief from his pocket, opened it, and inside was a stack of brand-new banknotes and a note stamped with a red seal.

“Here, this is 260,000, and this ticket, which can be used to collect 30 jin of millet from the grain station.” Jiao Da’s voice trembled slightly.

Yang Guangming took it and looked at it. This was the first set of RMB banknotes issued by the People's Republic of China. The face value was large, but its actual purchasing power needed to be converted into goods.

After the liberation of Beiping, the original gold yuan notes in the market had long been completely abolished, and the trading of silver dollars was also restricted. The first set of Renminbi gradually became the legal tender.

However, due to the lingering effects of severe inflation and the continued instability of prices, many companies have adopted a mixed approach of "in-kind plus wages" when distributing salaries.

In particular, the direct distribution of basic necessities such as food can better guarantee the basic livelihood of employees.

"Two hundred and sixty thousand plus thirty catties of millet..." Yang Guangming estimated that in this transitional period when the price system was not yet fully stable, this income was quite good for an ordinary worker's family. It was enough to support a family of three or four and even leave a little surplus.

"That's quite a lot." Yang Guangming handed the money and tickets back to Jiao Da, genuinely happy for them. "Work hard, and things will only get better from now on."

Jiao Er chuckled to himself, scratching his head: "Yeah, Section Chief Yang, we'll have official jobs from now on. I can't feel more at ease!"

Jiao Xiao carefully wrapped the money again, then looked at Yang Guangming with a sincere expression: "Section Chief Yang, my second brother and I have discussed it, and we'd like to...we'd like to treat you to a meal at a restaurant! If it weren't for you, where would we be today? This job, this stability, it's all thanks to you! We really need to thank you!"

Jiao Er nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, yes! Section Chief Yang, you must do me the honor! We know there's a new restaurant that just opened on Qianmen Street, and we've heard the food is pretty good. Let's go there!"

Looking into the brothers' sincere and earnest eyes, Yang Guangming felt a warmth in his heart. He knew that this was the most direct way for two simple men to express their gratitude.

But he smiled and shook his head: "Brother Jiao, Second Brother Jiao, I appreciate your kindness. But there's no need to eat out. The country has just been stabilized and everything needs to be rebuilt. We should save every penny we can. Take this money home and buy some good food for Master Jiao and Aunt Jiao, and some household supplies. That's better than anything else."

Jiao Da was anxious: "Section Chief Yang, this won't do! We'll feel bad if we don't drink this meal! You are our benefactor and our leader. It's only right that we treat you to a meal!"

Yang Guangming patted him on the shoulder, his tone gentle but firm: "Brother Jiao, listen to me. We are comrades, comrades-in-arms, and neighbors living in the same courtyard. Helping each other is only natural; it's not a matter of gratitude or anything like that."

"You've found good jobs and can support your families now, that's the best way to thank me. This money will be used to improve our family's life; that makes me happier than anything else."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Besides, I am now a Party member and cadre, and there are disciplinary requirements that prevent me from accepting invitations to meals casually. I understand your kindness, and I truly appreciate it."

Jiao Da and Jiao Er exchanged a glance, both feeling somewhat disappointed, but Yang Guangming's words made perfect sense, especially his mention of "the discipline of party members and cadres," which made them dare not insist any longer.

Jiao Nao quickly thought of something, her eyes lit up, and she had another idea: "Well... Section Chief Yang, it's okay if we don't go out to a restaurant! How about... you come to our house for a simple meal tonight? My mother can cook a few home-style dishes, and we can eat at home. Is that alright? It's not like you're being invited out; it's just neighbors visiting each other and having a casual meal!"

Jiao Er quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes! Section Chief Yang, you can't refuse anymore! It's just a matter of adding a pair of chopsticks! I'll have my mother kill a chicken, buy some meat, and cook a few good dishes! If you don't go, then you're looking down on us!"

Seeing the eager looks in their eyes, Yang Guangming knew that refusing again would hurt their feelings. Having a simple meal at home wouldn't violate any principles and would also fulfill the Jiao family's wish.

He hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded: "Alright, since you put it that way, I'll respectfully accept your offer. But let's make it clear, it's just a simple home-cooked meal, please don't spend any extra money. Just a hot meal is fine."

"Hey! Alright!" Jiao Da and Jiao Er immediately beamed with joy.

"Shall we go now?" Jiao Er asked impatiently.

“Okay, let’s go back together,” Yang Guangming said with a smile.

The three of them walked out of the radio station building together.

As the sun set, its golden rays bathed the gray buildings in a warm glow. The streets were filled with more pedestrians; though most were simply dressed, their steps were measured, and their faces showed less of their usual anxiety.

Along the way, Jiao Da and Jiao Er couldn't hide their excitement and became more talkative, talking about their feelings when they received their wages and their plans for the future. Yang Guangming listened with a smile, occasionally interjecting a word or two.

When they reached the alley entrance, Yang Guangming said to the two of them, "You two go home first and tell Aunt Jiao not to make her too busy. I'll go home to drop something off, let my family know, and then I'll be over."

"Alright! Section Chief Yang, we'll wait for you at home!" Jiao Da replied.

The two brothers walked briskly towards their own courtyard. The sunlight then shifted towards the east wing.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, a familiar, homey atmosphere wafted towards me. The main room was lit, and Chu Yuanjun was busy at the stove, the aroma of food wafting from the pot.

Yang Huai-ren sat at the octagonal table, reading an old newspaper by the light of an oil lamp.

"Father, Mother, I'm back," Yang Guangming greeted.

"You're back?" Chu Yuanjun turned around with a smile on his face. "Dinner will be ready soon. Wash your hands and get ready to eat."

"Mom, don't cook for me tonight," Yang Guangming said. "Brother Jiao and Second Brother Jiao got their wages and insisted on inviting me to their house for dinner. I couldn't refuse, so I agreed."

Upon hearing this, Chu Yuanjun put down the spatula, wiped his hands, and walked over: "The Jiao brothers are treating us? Well, they got such a good job, they should thank you. But... it's not good to go to someone's house empty-handed, is it? Should we bring something?"

"No need, Mother. It's just a simple meal with the neighbors." Yang Guangming shook his head. "They meant well. If I bring something, it would seem like we're being distant."

Yang Huai-ren put down his newspaper and asked, "How much salary did those two brothers get this month?"

Yang Guangming sat down at the table: "Two hundred and sixty thousand RMB, plus 30 jin of millet vouchers."

“Two hundred and sixty thousand…” Yang Huai-ren murmured repeatedly, a look of emotion on his face. “That’s a lot! A proper job is just different. The two of them used to carry bags at the train station, working themselves to the bone, but they didn’t earn much money, and it wasn’t stable.”

Chu Yuanjun sighed, "Yes, the Jiao family has finally made it through. All three men have decent incomes; life will definitely be better." She suddenly remembered something and looked at her son, "By the way, Guangming, it's been over a month since the new government took over the radio station. How much was your salary this month?"

She asked somewhat cautiously. Her son was now a section chief, and someone Director Gao valued; his income shouldn't be lower than the Jiao brothers', right?
Seeing the expectant yet curious looks in his parents' eyes, Yang Ming knew it was time to tell them something.

He took a deep breath and said calmly, "Dad, Mom, there's something I've been meaning to tell you. Now that society is more stable, it's time for you to know."

Yang Huai-ren and Chu Yuan-jun were both taken aback. They exchanged a glance, their expressions turning serious. "From now on, I will not receive a salary," Yang Guangming said.

"Not taking a salary?" Chu Yuanjun's eyes widened in surprise. "Why? The radio station... doesn't want you anymore? That can't be! Director Gao values ​​you so much..."

"Mom, don't worry," Yang Guangming reassured her. "It's not that the radio station doesn't want me, it's just that my job nature has changed. I'm on a supply-based system now."

"Supply system?" Yang Huai-ren frowned, clearly not understanding the term.

"Basic necessities such as food, clothing, housing, and transportation are all arranged and supplied by the organization," Yang Guangming explained. "There is a monthly allowance, but not much, mainly for pocket money. This is a system implemented for party members and cadres who joined the party before liberation."

He paused, looking at his parents' faces, which were now filled with shock, and slowly revealed the truth they had never imagined: "I had already joined the Party before the liberation of Beiping. Teacher Zhu was my introducer and superior."

The main room was completely silent.

Chu Yuanjun dropped the rag in her hand to the ground, completely unaware. Yang Huai Ren stared at his son with his mouth agape, as if he were seeing him for the first time.

After a long pause, Yang Huai-ren repeated in a hoarse voice, "You...you are...a Party member? You were...before Liberation?"

"Yes." Yang Guangming nodded, his tone calm and certain. "The situation was complicated and dangerous at that time, and the organization had strict confidentiality rules, so I never told my family, for fear that you would worry."

Chu Yuanjun suddenly covered his mouth with his hand, his eyes instantly reddened, and tears welled up uncontrollably.

Those weren't tears of sadness; they were tears of lingering fear, shock, sudden realization, and a complex mix of indescribable pride and heartache.

"You child...you child..." she choked back tears, took two steps forward, and gently patted her son's arm. "Such a big thing...how could you...how could you dare...it was so dangerous! If those spies found out...how could I live with myself!"

She recalled her son's late nights, his occasional solemn expression, and the time when the Jiao family had their accident... everything became clear!

A wave of lingering fear washed over her like an icy tide. During the height of the White Terror, her son had been doing something so dangerous! And she, his mother, had been completely unaware!
Yang Huai-ren also stood up, walked to his son, and looked him up and down with a complex expression. Shock, lingering fear, worry, and a hint of realization and... pride.

“No wonder…no wonder Mr. Zhu values ​​you so much…no wonder Director Gao made you a section chief…” he murmured, then asked nervously, “Then…what about now? Is everything alright now?”

“Father, don’t worry.” Yang Guangming held his father’s hand and said gently, “Beiping has been liberated. The enemy has either fled or been captured. The world now belongs to the people. My identity is public knowledge within the organization, and I am safe now.”

He looked at his mother, who was still wiping away tears, and comforted her, "Mom, it's all in the past. Everything's fine now, isn't it? Besides, I feel honored to have contributed to the birth of New China."

Chu Yuanjun nodded vigorously, wiping away her tears. A smile finally appeared on her face, a smile of immense relief and pride mixed with tears in her eyes: "Glory...it's glory! My son is a Party member! He's a hero who helped build this country! Mother...Mother is so proud of you!"

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face again, but this time they were tears of joy.

Yang Huai-ren patted his son's shoulder heavily, his eyes slightly red and his voice a little hoarse: "Good lad! You've got potential! Father... Father never imagined that my son, Yang Huai-ren's son, would be a member of the underground Communist Party! Good! Good indeed!"

He thought of his injured leg, the despair of buying grain on the black market, and the days of uncertainty he had lived in the past... It turned out that his son had been fighting to overthrow that cannibalistic old society all along!

An indescribable sense of pride overshadowed all the lingering fear and worry.

From the inner room, Jingwan led her younger sister out. The two little girls looked at their brother with bright eyes. Jingwan asked softly, "Brother, are you really... that Party member?"

Yang Guangming smiled and patted his sister's head: "Okay. But we should keep a low profile and not spread it around. Just keep it to ourselves."

“We know!” The two little girls nodded vigorously, their eyes filled with admiration as they looked at their brother.

As the excitement and shock gradually subsided, the practical problems were brought to the forefront.

Yang Huai-ren sat back in his chair, his brow furrowed slightly: "Guangming, you're a Party member, a cadre, and you're on the supply system, which your father supports. That's only right; you can't be treated specially. But..."

He glanced at his wife and two daughters, a worried look on his face: "You only have such a small allowance each month, so from now on, this family... will mainly rely on me and your mother. But I still don't have a job..."

A pressure returned to his shoulders. His son's great success was an honor, but the responsibility of supporting the family seemed even heavier.

Chu Yuanjun calmed down and quickly said, "Huai Ren, don't worry. Guangming has done enough for this family. If it weren't for him a few months ago, our family would have starved to death long ago. Now that things are better, we all have hands and feet, how can we starve? I'll go out and find work tomorrow!"

Looking at his parents' anxious yet resolute expressions, Yang Guangming felt a warmth mixed with a pang of sadness. He said gently, "Dad, Mom, don't worry. I have plans for the family's livelihood."

He looked at his father and said, “Dad, your leg was injured before, so don’t rush to do heavy work. Everything is in need of rebuilding now, and all industries are short of people. You and Mom are both educated, so it won’t be difficult for you to find suitable jobs. It’s just that all industries are only just starting to recover, and job information is not readily available yet, so don’t be too anxious.”

He paused, then continued, "Actually, the radio station is also short-staffed. If I were to ask for one or two positions, Director Gao probably wouldn't refuse. But..."

He frankly stated, "I'm now a manager at the radio station. If both my parents work at the station, it's inevitable that people will gossip, which would have a negative impact. My thought is that if you can find suitable jobs elsewhere, it would be best to avoid any appearance of impropriety."

Of course, if you really can't find a suitable one, you can go to the radio station, and I'll arrange it.

We have nothing to fear if we're upright, but it's always best to avoid trouble if possible.

Yang Huai Ren and Chu Yuan Jun exchanged a glance, both seeing determination in each other's eyes.

“I’m not going to the radio station!” Yang Huai-ren said firmly. “Guangming, you’re right. You’re the leader. If we go, people will gossip, it will affect your work, and it will also affect the atmosphere of the radio station. I’d rather carry heavy loads or pull rickshaws than cause you this trouble!”

Chu Yuanjun nodded in agreement: "That's right! Let's go out and make our own way. I don't believe we won't find a bowl of rice to eat!"

Yang Guang knew her parents' temperaments well. Although they were honest and upright, they had a strong will in their bones and did not want to rely on their children or cause them any trouble.

He stopped insisting and instead asked, "Father, what were your plans before? I heard the printing factory has reopened?"

Yang Huai-ren nodded: "Yes, I heard that the 'Wenhua Printing Factory' I used to work for has been taken over by the government and renamed 'Beiping First Printing Factory'. They are currently recruiting experienced workers. I have an old friend there who said that if I go back, he should be able to arrange a proofreading job for me."

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "There's something else. An old manager from the grain store seems to be setting up some kind of 'grain company,' and he asked someone to tell me if I'd like to work as a bookkeeper."

After thinking for a moment, Yang Guangming suggested, "Dad, I personally suggest you go to the grain store."

"Oh? Why?" Yang Huai-ren asked.

“The future trend is that grain will definitely be an important commodity under the state’s unified purchase and sale system, and grain stores will be incorporated into the state-owned system sooner or later,” Yang Guangming analyzed. “Having a formal job in the grain system is a stable job with a secure future. Moreover, you are educated and have experience in bookkeeping, which is no worse than working in a printing factory. Although printing factories are also important, the workload may be greater.”

Yang Huai-ren listened attentively to his son's words and found them to be reasonable. He had always preferred to go to the grain store, since he hadn't actually worked at the printing factory for very long, but had more experience as an accountant.

“You’re right.” Yang Huai-ren made up his mind. “Then I’ll go and inquire in the next couple of days to see when the grain company is hiring and what procedures are required.”

Seeing that her husband had found a job, Chu Yuanjun also said, "Guangming, I also want to find a job. I'm still young, and it's not good for me to stay at home all day. In the past, when the world was in chaos, I didn't dare to go out. Now that things are peaceful, I also want to go out and do some work to supplement the family income."

Looking at his mother's thin but still energetic face, Yang Guangming knew she was someone who couldn't sit still. Moreover, his mother had attended a private school, was literate, meticulous, and skillful, and was indeed capable of going out to work.

“Mother, don’t worry, I have an idea about work,” Yang Guangming said. “Mrs. Zhu, we ran into each other at the grain store last month, do you remember?”

"I remember, Mr. Zhu's wife, she seemed quite cultured, I have a deep impression of her." Chu Yuanjun nodded.

"Mrs. Zhu is also a member of the Communist Party. She started working after liberation and now works in a government department, mainly responsible for preparing women's work."

Yang Guangming continued, "Their department needs a large number of educated and progressive female cadres to mobilize and organize women to participate in production and construction, learn culture, and fight for their rights. I think you are quite suitable."

Chu Yuanjun's eyes lit up: "Women's work? It means... speaking and acting on behalf of women?"

“Yes,” Yang Guangming affirmed. “Promoting the new marriage law, opposing feudal oppression, organizing women to learn to read and write, participating in productive labor, and helping to solve family difficulties… there are many things to do, and they are all very meaningful. Mrs. Zhu is short-handed, so if I tell her, you can go and help out, it shouldn’t be a problem.”

Chu Yuanjun was deeply moved. For the first few decades of her life, she had devoted herself to the kitchen, serving her in-laws, raising her children, and experiencing war, famine, and humiliation. She knew firsthand the hardships women faced in the old society. Being able to do something for women and give them a voice felt incredibly meaningful to her.

"Can I...can I do it?" She was a little nervous, but her eyes were full of eager anticipation.

"Why not?" Yang Guangming encouraged, "You are educated, reasonable, and warm-hearted. You have also experienced hardship and know the difficulties women face. As long as you are willing to learn, you will definitely be able to do well."

"Then...why don't you ask for your mother?" Chu Yuanjun made up her mind.

“Okay, I’ll talk to Mrs. Zhu tomorrow,” Yang Guangming said with a smile. “But, Mother, this job might not be easy. You’ll have to go to the streets and factories often and deal with all sorts of people.”

"I'm not afraid of hardship!" Chu Yuanjun straightened his back. "What's a little hardship if I can contribute to the new society!"

The atmosphere became much more relaxed after the family finished talking, and they were filled with hope for the future.

Just then, Jiao Er's honest voice came from outside the courtyard gate: "Section Chief Yang! Dinner is ready, my mother asked me to invite you!"

Yang Guangming responded and said to his family, "Then I'll go over there."

Chu Yuanjun hurriedly said, "Go quickly, don't keep them waiting. Please thank Aunt Jiao for us."

As the sunlight streamed out of the main room, Jiao Er was seen standing in the courtyard, rubbing his hands together and waiting.

"Section Chief Yang, let's go!" Jiao Er cheerfully led the way.

The two passed through the hanging flower gate and arrived at the Jiao family's front yard. Before even entering, they smelled a rich aroma of meat and food, making their mouths water.

Although the back room of the Jiao family was not large, it was brightly lit and exceptionally tidy at the moment.

A square table was set up in the center, with several dishes on it: a large pot of steaming chicken stew with mushrooms, the broth golden and thick; a plate of glistening braised pork, with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, its color enticing; a plate of stir-fried cabbage, its vibrant green color pleasing to the eye; and a dish of homemade pickled vegetables. The staple food was freshly steamed white flour buns.

The dishes weren't many, but in those days, especially for a family like the Jiao family that had just emerged from hardship, it was an extremely lavish and extravagant feast.

Jiao Zhenshan and Aunt Jiao were standing by the table. When they saw Yang Guangming come in, they quickly went to greet him.

"Mr. Yang is here! Please have a seat, please have a seat!" Jiao Zhenshan's face was ruddy, and his back was straight. He was wearing a clean old jacket, and his face was beaming with a genuinely warm smile.

Aunt Jiao rubbed her hands together and said somewhat awkwardly with a smile, "Mr. Yang, our home is simple and we don't have any fancy dishes. Please don't mind, just make do with what we have."

"Master Jiao, Aunt Jiao, you're too kind," Yang Guangming said quickly. "This is already very kind of you, and you've gone to so much trouble."

"It's no trouble at all! It's the least I can do!" Jiao Zhenshan pulled Yang Guangming to sit down in the main seat. "If it weren't for you, I would have lost my life long ago, and this family would have fallen apart long ago. Even if I treated you to a meal every day, I still couldn't repay even a fraction of your kindness!"

Jiao Da brought over a pot of warmed liquor and poured it for Yang Guangming: "Section Chief Yang, this is some Lao Bai Gan that I just bought. Please have a taste."

Jiao Er was busy distributing chopsticks and setting out bowls for everyone.

The family sat down around the table. Jiao Zhenshan raised his glass, his expression solemn: "Mr. Yang, this first glass is for you! I will never forget your life-saving grace! I, Jiao Zhenshan, am not good at sweet talk, it's all in the wine!" After saying that, he tilted his head back and drank it all.

Yang Guangming also raised his glass: "Master Jiao, you flatter me. It's only right for neighbors to help each other. Seeing you recover and seeing Brother Jiao and Second Brother Jiao succeed makes me happier than anything else." He also took a sip.

The liquor was strong, fiery on the palate, but it warmed my heart.

Aunt Jiao also raised her glass: "Mr. Yang, I also want to toast you. You are a great benefactor to our family, with a heart of a bodhisattva... I can't even imagine those hard days before... Now, the old man is better, and both of his sons have good jobs. There is hope for the future!" Her voice choked with emotion, and she also took a small sip.

Jiao Da and Jiao Er also raised their glasses and expressed their gratitude.

The atmosphere was warm and sincere, and Yang Guangming could clearly feel the family's heartfelt gratitude and joy at surviving the ordeal.

After a few rounds of drinks, we had almost finished eating.

Jiao Zhenshan sighed and said with emotion, "Mr. Yang, to be honest, it still feels like a dream when I think about it now. Just before the New Year, I was lying on the kang (a heated brick bed) waiting to die, my family was starving, and my eldest and second eldest sons were always frowning... How long has it been? Everything has changed!"

He pointed to the dishes on the table: "In the past, we wouldn't even be able to afford a meal like this during the Spring Festival. Now, my eldest and second eldest sons have received their salaries, which adds up to more than 500,000 yuan, plus Xiaomi."

I went back to work at the factory, still as a security guard, and my salary isn't as high as those two young men's, but it's a legitimate income. With four people in my family, three earning wages, this kind of life... I never even dared to dream of it!

Aunt Jiao nodded repeatedly: "Yes, now the grain station has grain at a fair price. Although you have to queue, you can always buy some. The coal mine also has rationed coal, so we won't freeze in the winter. The streets are peaceful now, and there are no more thugs and ruffians extorting protection money... This new society is really good!"

Yang Guangming smiled and said, "This is just the beginning. As the country develops and more factories are built, there will be more job opportunities, and life will get better and better."

“Yes, yes, yes! Following the new government is the right thing to do!” Jiao Zhenshan nodded vigorously. “Mr. Yang, you are a very capable person and a leader at the radio station. We will need you to take care of these two lads in the future. They are not very bright, but they are hardworking and obedient. Please give them some guidance.”

Jiao Da immediately declared, "Dad, don't worry, we will definitely listen to Section Chief Yang and do our best!"

Jiao Er patted his chest and said, "That's right! We will never bring shame to the Jiao family, and we will certainly not bring shame to Section Chief Yang!"

Looking at this simple family, Yang Guangming felt a surge of satisfaction. All he could do was give them a chance, and they, through their hard work and gratitude, had seized that opportunity and were now starting a brand new life.

Dinner ended in a warm and harmonious atmosphere. Yang Guangming sat for a while longer, said some encouraging words, and then got up to say goodbye.

The entire Jiao family escorted him all the way to the Moon Gate, expressing their deepest gratitude.

Back in the east courtyard, the lights were still on in his parents' room. Yang Guangming walked over and gently knocked on the door.

"Come in." It was Yang Huai-ren's voice.

Yang Guangming pushed open the door and went in. His parents were still awake, sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) talking, clearly still processing the news they had received that evening.

"You're back? How was the Jiao family's hospitality?" Chu Yuanjun asked.

"Very good, very plentiful, Master Jiao and Aunt Jiao are so hospitable." Yang Guangming sat down on the stool.

Yang Huai-ren nodded. "You are a benefactor to their family. Gratitude is in the nature of the Jiao family."

The three talked for a while longer, mainly discussing their next steps. Yang Huai-ren decided to inquire about the grain company's recruitment the next day, while Chu Yuan-jun waited for his son to ask Zhu Shi-mu for news.

As night deepened, Yang Guangming got up and went back to his room.

Lying in bed, listening to the faint sounds of silence coming from outside the window, he felt an unprecedented sense of peace and satisfaction.

His personal destiny, family changes, and the tides of the times are intertwined. He witnessed the darkness, participated in the dawn, and is now dedicating himself to building a new world.

He slept exceptionally well that night. (End of Chapter)