Chapter 882 The IOU That Emerged from the River of History

After the young soldier disappeared, the yellowed IOU in the middle-aged boss's hand slowly turned into light spots and vanished. In fact, the real IOU from that year had either disappeared in the fires of war or, after several transfers, was lost somewhere. The young soldier was able to produce this IOU simply because it existed in his heart. With his obsession, he conjured the IOU they had written back then. The crooked handwriting, the not-so-vibrant red handprint. Every word and sentence recorded what they had borrowed from their fellow villagers. Outside the small supermarket, the middle-aged boss couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe his face, covering his reddened eyes. No matter where this soldier came from or why he appeared, any descendant of Yanhuang would be moved to see this scene. The middle-aged boss said with a dry throat, "Fellow villager, have a good journey." Your good intentions have been received by the people! With your contributions to this land, let alone two bags of sweet potatoes and potatoes, even ten more bags would be deserved! Even without an IOU, even like this... no one would blame you! ... In the live stream, the viewers in front of the screen also straightened their backs, their eyes turning red. They never expected that what the young soldier could not forget was such a debt note. Some who had enlisted opened their phone keyboards and slowly typed this line in the bullet comments: "He truly took to heart not taking a single needle or thread from the people." It's just that he could no longer return the items to the villagers himself. But! Since the viewers knew, they would definitely not let his obsession go unfulfilled! The things that should be repaid, they would help him repay them with interest, even if it meant each of them contributing a portion of the money! "Without the blood of our ancestors, how could there be today's peaceful era?!" "Brothers, search!" Search the history books, find the addresses! Find the 'Sanlitun' that once existed in this place back then! Even if the people from that year are gone, we must find their descendants. Da Feng Novel. Repay! Two bags of sweet potatoes, potatoes, and pickled vegetables... They converted the years and would never let those villagers who lent the grain suffer a loss! For a time, countless live stream links were shared by the viewers. Moments, online platforms, group chats... and various other places. [Brothers, let's get to work!] In just a few minutes, many comments appeared below the links. "Here." "Information team is ready!" "History team is ready!" "Just saw it, my blood is boiling, let's start!" ... At the same time, the authorities were also alerted. They left a message in the live stream: "Not taking a single needle or thread from the people, this IOU should be repaid by us." As soon as these words were spoken, the bullet comment area fell silent for a moment. Immediately, the viewers were unhappy. "No! The authorities shouldn't come to snatch it!" "Our ancestors sacrificed so much for us, can't we repay them?" "That's right! Without them, there would be no us. Why aren't you letting us do it!" "Let alone a needle or a thread, I'd even move my wardrobe over!" Thus, while many people were still at work or school, two trending topics quietly appeared online: #TheObsessionOfAncestors# #IOUWalkedOutOfTheRiverOfHistory# ... ... "Did something happen downstairs?" "The police are here. They've even set up a cordon." "Quick, look online! Our place is on the live stream!" The tall buildings on both sides of Hongyang Road began to become lively. People poked their heads out, curiously looking down. Upon seeing this, it was astonishing. So many police cars! And it looked like a lot of people were gathered outside! What major event had happened? They looked around and discussed. Then, they discovered the truth online! Instantly, the spirits of the working class were ignited. "The streamer is here? Where is the streamer?" "Damn, did I appear in the camera?" "The awakened obsession...? Let me see..." The working-class spirits, fond of gossip, after reading the explanations online, couldn't help but redden their eyes and feel their blood boil. They left comments in the live stream: "The authorities are not allowed to snatch our work!" ... While the online discussion was heating up, in the live stream footage— A corner of Hongyang Road, the battlefield filled with smoke of gunpowder, gradually vanished as the young soldier left. Until finally, it disappeared completely. The street was still the same street. The smooth road surface, the leaves blown by the gentle breeze. Under the big tree, someone started playing music, with the sound of clanging and metal colliding. At first, no one paid attention. Not until the shadow of a stage gradually appeared, overlapping with the big tree. A scene that once only existed in the river of time reappeared. In front of the stage, there were tables and chairs, with people listening to the music. Most of them wore long robes with buttoned collars. On the stage, a beautiful figure slowly emerged. Her skin was like condensed fat, her brows like willow leaves, and her eyes like peach blossoms. She wore a blue headdress adorned with pearl flowers, silk ribbons, and pheasant tails. A strand of black hair on both temples made her face appear even more radiant. She wore a red exquisite robe, embroidered with blue patterns. Her appearance illuminated the entire stage, as if it were glowing. As soon as she opened her mouth, the audience below immediately fell silent. Those eating stopped their actions, those chatting stopped talking. They only listened to the delicate and melodious voice, echoing in their ears with a gentle "yi yi ya ya," making people involuntarily tap their feet to the rhythm of the song. ...