Double-Cut During the War of Resistance: My Wife Came from 1937

You're saying this is the countryside?

Xia Weiwei's gaze swept around.

The streets here are wide and the roads are clean and tidy, all paved with cement.

The surrounding houses were not low mud-brick houses, but two-and-a-half-story brick and tile buildings.

She had previously thought that Ma Hongwei's family was wealthy, which was why they could afford to build such a house.

But now it seems that every household does it.

Some buildings look a bit old, but they are all brick and tile houses, and the walls are plastered with cement.

In another time and space, even landlords couldn't afford such houses; only capitalists in big cities could.

"Yes, this is the modern countryside!"

Ma Hongwei pointed to a small alley and said, "I remember when I was a child, those alleys were all dirt roads, but a few years ago they were all paved with cement."

As the two were walking, a woman in her fifties came up in front of them.

She smiled and asked in her rural dialect, "Hongwei, is Zhuo your boyfriend? He's very handsome!"

"No!"

Upon hearing this, Xia Weiwei blushed instantly.

Ma Hongwei quickly explained, "Aunt Sun, please don't talk nonsense, this is my classmate!"

"I understand!"

The older woman looked the two of them up and down, clearly not believing them.

Because she could tell at a glance that Xia Weiwei was wearing Ma Hongwei's clothes.

If the two are just classmates, why would they need to exchange clothes with someone else?

After crossing another street, they saw the village land.

All that could be seen were patches of flat land, covered with golden and plump ears of wheat.

It's wheat harvest time now, but there aren't many people working in the fields.

A combine harvester passed through the field, harvesting all the wheat and removing the stalks and husks.

Ma Hongwei said, "Farming in rural areas is not profitable now, so young people go to other cities to work. Many families choose to use machines for everything, such as planting, tilling, and harvesting, for a small fee."

"Of course, there are also some older people who still farm and grow vegetables to keep themselves occupied."

"Is this the future world? It's so advanced!"

Xia Weiwei was extremely shocked as she watched the combine harvester rapidly harvesting crops in the field.

She also participated in farm work in rural northern Shaanxi, where they had to harvest wheat under the scorching sun.

Xia Weiwei remembers that she suffered from heatstroke and it took her several days to recover.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Several cars drove by, catching Xia Weiwei's attention.

Ma Hongwei explained with a smile, "Those are cars bought by villagers!"

"What did you say?"

Xia Weiwei's eyes widened, and she asked, "Can the villagers afford cars?"

In her mind, cars were extremely precious.

Even though she comes from a big city, her family can't afford a car.

On the contrary, those capitalists and reactionary warlords all have cars.

"Of course I can afford it!"

Ma Hongwei said, "Cars aren't expensive these days. The cheapest ones cost between 2 and 5 yuan. If it's a car that costs 2 yuan, you can afford it with just a few months' salary."

"People in big cities can buy a car with just a month's salary, but they don't even look at those cars; they buy cars that cost hundreds of thousands!"

"So this is the new socialist China!"

Xia Weiwei's eyes shone brightly as she exclaimed, "Socialism is truly wonderful!"

She had lived in big cities, as well as in impoverished rural areas of northern Shaanxi, and later even ventured into the remote valleys of the Taihang Mountains.

They were starving and cold there, and the people toiled in the fields.

In the future, even in rural areas, not only will every household live in a brick and tile house, but people will also not need to work in the fields much, and they will be able to afford cars.

You could say one is heaven, and the other is hell.

"Let's go back!"

Xia Weiwei was worried about Ma Hongwei's shop, so she only browsed for a while before deciding to go back.

"good!"

……

Back at the supply and marketing cooperative, Ma Hongwei opened the beverage cabinet and asked, "Comrade Xia, what would you like to drink? Coke? Iced tea? Or milk tea?"

Xia Weiwei shook her head: "Just pour me a glass of water."

Ma Hongwei thought for a moment, then took out a bottle of nutritional drink and handed it to the other person: "I haven't boiled any water, so you can drink this!"

"All right!"

Xia Weiwei took it and found that it was actually ice-cold.

She looked at the beverage cabinet and asked curiously, "Is this a refrigerator?"

"This is called a beverage cabinet; it's specifically for storing beverages."

Zhen Qiang pointed to the side and said, "This is a freezer, it's full of popsicles, take as many as you want!"

"Thanks!"

Xia Weiwei didn't just take it randomly.

They are disciplined and cannot take even a needle or thread from the masses.

She already felt bad about taking a bottle of milk from the other person today, so how could she ask for anything else?

Xia Weiwei watched as Ma Hongwei unscrewed the cap and followed suit, opening a bottle of Nutritional Express.

She took a small sip, and her eyes immediately lit up.

It's cool, sweet, and has a milky flavor; it's very delicious.

"Glug! Glug!"

Xia Weiwei drank half a bottle in one go before stopping.

"Here, have some bread to tide you over!"

Ma Hongwei grabbed a handful of loose bread and cakes from the shelf and handed them to Xia Weiwei.

Xia Weiwei refused, saying, "Comrade, I can't take any more!"

"Comrade Xia Weiwei, you must take this!"

Ma Hongwei shoved the item directly into the other person's hand, saying, "Without you revolutionary predecessors who sacrificed your lives, we wouldn't have the good life we ​​enjoy today!"

"I believe that any future generation, upon encountering you revolutionary predecessors, would treat you with the finest hospitality!"

"These are just some snacks. Tonight I'll take you to the city for a stroll, and we'll have a big meal together while we're at it!"

Xia Weiwei felt a little embarrassed after being told that.

"I'll eat it!"

She looked at the bread in the transparent bag, unsure how to open it.

"Do you see the gap above?"

Seeing this, Ma Hongwei picked one up and began to demonstrate to the other party: "Just tear it open like this."

"Wow, really!"

Xia Weiwei also easily tore the bread apart.

The bread was fluffy and soft, filled with raisins and walnuts, and tasted incredibly delicious—a hundred times better than any bread she had ever eaten in the big city.

Ma Hongwei asked with a smile, "Is the taste alright?"

"It's delicious!"

Xia Weiwei complimented them and asked, "Do you eat bread and milk often?"

"For people nowadays, that's just normal food."

Ma Hongwei recalled, "When I was little, milk was quite precious, and we only gave it to relatives as gifts during the Chinese New Year!"

"Back then, my grandma would save the milk for us younger generation to drink. Often, we would forget to drink it and it would expire before she would drink it."

"Times have been developing, and society has been progressing. Now, milk is just a normal drink; it's a common ingredient in school meals!"

"The same goes for bread, but people here still prefer steamed buns, flatbreads, and flatbreads."