Yang Qingheng was smug. Holding the water bottle, she rushed over to settle accounts with Song Hengjue. As soon as she got close, she saw a familiar figure, stopped in her tracks, and her face immediately fell.

Li Jiaoyan's face was as beautiful as a peach blossom: "Brother Hengjue, didn't you used to love my mom's fried tofu the most? She asked me to bring it over for you to try, so we don't have to bother cooking at noon."

Speaking of the past, he smirked provocatively at Yang Qingheng.

So what if she's Song Hengjue's wife? Hengjue's brother has already seen through her true colors and will divorce her sooner or later.

Her friendship with Hengjue over the years is unbreakable.

Brother Hengjue, Brother Hengjue, aren't you ashamed to stare at other people's men all day long?

Yang Qingheng secretly rolled her eyes, reached out and snatched the lunchbox, opened it and looked inside. She patted Li Jiaoyan's hand and smiled gratefully: "I was just saying that your brother Hengjue was too tired from cutting down trees today and asked me to cook, but he couldn't bear to let me do this. If it weren't for you coming today, Jiaoyan, I don't know how I would have solved lunch. Thank you so much."

Li Jiaoyan's expression changed: "That wasn't for you!"

Yang Qingheng raised an eyebrow, somewhat hurt: "Jiaoyan, didn't you prepare a share for your sister-in-law?"

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head again: "No, I don't believe that Jiaoyan is so petty."

That bitch, how can she be so shameless!

Li Jiaoyan was furious, but because Song Hengjue was there, she couldn't lose her temper. She could only grit her teeth and swallow her anger, forcing a smile: "Haha, I was just kidding. You can eat it if you want."

"Hengjue, you don't mind if I eat a little, do you?" Yang Qingheng raised an eyebrow, her eyes threatening.

Upon hearing this address, Song Hengjue shuddered, utterly bewildered: "Why would I mind?"

Then Li Jiaoyan saw Yang Qingheng, that shameless slut, eat the whole box of tofu, bite by bite!

Not a single piece left!

After finishing her meal, she smiled shyly and said, "Oh dear, Jiaoyan, your food is so delicious! I accidentally finished it all. You don't mind, do you?"

"It's alright," Li Jiaoyan said through gritted teeth.

How could she not mind? She wished she could kill that vile woman, Yang Qingheng!

Yang Qingheng sneered, feeling incredibly pleased as she looked at her ferocious face, as if all the pent-up frustration of the day had dissipated.

You despicable man, you still want to take advantage of me? Dream on!

"Yang Qingheng, I see you're here so late today. You didn't do any work, did you? The great man said that labor is the most glorious thing. To reap without sowing is the style of a capitalist and will be criticized!" Li Jiaoyan's eyes twitched slightly as she spoke loudly.

Yang Qingheng frowned: "What do you want to do?"

“Since you can’t do this kind of physical work, we’re not being unreasonable. You can at least cut some pig feed, right? You’ll be in charge of feeding the five pigs in the village today.” Li Jiaoyan said, hands on her hips.

Just then, the village chief's wife arrived with a group of women. Hearing this, she nodded and said, "That's right. Our village doesn't support lazy wives. If you act like this, you'll easily set a bad example in the village. What if someone from above comes and asks? Just do as Jiaoyan says, and you can get three work points."

Since the village chief's wife had spoken, the others naturally echoed her.

"Yes, Yang Qingheng, this is outrageous."

“We didn’t force you before because you were new to the city and didn’t know how to do farm work, but now that leaders are coming to inspect, you have no choice.”

"Don't let your actions drag our entire village down and get criticized."

...

Everyone chimed in with their opinions, and Li Jiaoyan was extremely pleased with herself for her successful scheme.

The village chief's wife is her aunt, yet Yang Qingheng dares to challenge her. Doesn't she even know her own limitations?

Yang Qingheng had a headache and knew she had no choice but to do the farm work today, so she subconsciously turned to Song Hengjue for help.

Unexpectedly, Song Hengjue merely glanced at her indifferently: "Why are you looking at me? Do I have pigweed on my face?"

"You may not have any pig feed on your face, but you certainly have a lot in your head." Yang Qingheng glared at him angrily, then grabbed her water bottle and ran away.

Erniu couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Song Hengjue gave him a cold look, and he awkwardly shut his mouth.

I went to the place in the village where tools were kept, grabbed a large basket and a large knife for cutting pig feed, wrote my name at the registration desk, and then strode into the mountains.

There are many types of grass that pigs can eat, but Yang Qingheng only recognized one or two common ones. In addition, the mountains and fields were covered with lush green grass, making it really difficult to identify them.

The sun was about to set and we had only harvested half a basketful. It wasn't enough to feed five pigs, let alone even one.

Yang Qingheng sighed and was about to pick up the bundle of pig feed when she felt a sharp pain in her hand. There were several blades of grass hidden inside, and with a forceful movement, she cut her palm. Coincidentally, she also cut a blood vessel on her wrist, and bright red blood gushed out like it was free.

It's like encountering a ghost.

Yang Qingheng cursed under her breath, raised her wrist as high as possible, pressed tightly against the bleeding area, and ran towards the village entrance.

In the 1970s, there were few means of transportation. Now, the only way to get to town is by bus, but you never know when the next bus will come.

Yang Qingheng felt panicked and hesitated whether she should go back to the village to borrow a bicycle from Song Hengjue to take her to the hospital in town.

Just as she was about to turn around, a police car slowly stopped in front of her.

Yang Qingheng was overjoyed and rushed up to the car window, pleading tactfully, "Officer, I'm injured. Could you please take me to the hospital in town?"

The car window slowly rolled down, and Yang Qingheng was taken aback when she saw the person inside.

This isn't the same deaf and mute guy from yesterday...

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