"You're back!"

Hearing Wen Qinghe's sweet and soft voice, Fang Ming was flattered.

"Yes, you've been waiting for me all this time?"

Wen Qinghe heard the voice clearly now and was annoyed that she had mistaken the person for someone else, ignoring the disappointment in her heart.

As the person approached, she could see that they were one of the educated youth from the compound.

The tone was distant and polite:

"Oh, it's you! You're off work so early today!"

Even the slow-witted Fang Ming, listening to her tone, immediately understood.

Did she mistake someone for someone else?

Who does she think she is?

Thinking of that beautiful, smiling face from just now, she couldn't help but feel jealous of that person.

Who is it? How dare they come to the educated youth compound?

Were they educated youth from the same compound?

Who stole the attention of the sickly Xizi without his knowledge?

It's surprising that she doesn't have to work, yet she never worries about food.

Those people whose food and grain could sustain their entire educated youth settlement.

At first, he thought it was the brigade leader, but in this rural area where everyone was barely able to get enough to eat with cornbread and pickled vegetables, who had the ability to provide them, a group of educated youth, with lavish meals of fish and meat every day?

He should have realized it sooner; it seems Wen Qinghe is even wealthier than he imagined.

Thinking of this, he didn't bother to analyze who the person she had mistaken for was.

With a perfectly measured smile on his face and his refined demeanor, he considered himself to be a gentleman.

"I came back to fetch water. What book are you reading?"

I also enjoy reading. I have both "Xu Zhimo's Essays" and the complete "Bell and Drum Tower" series. We can share them and read them together in the future…

At this time, everyone viewed scholars through a natural lens.

Because he wore glasses and had a high school diploma.

Among these educated youth, the villagers were the most enthusiastic towards him.

Wen Qinghe slammed the book shut, revealing the title to him.

It's actually... "Postpartum Care of an Old Sow"...

"No need, I rarely watch it. Today I just wanted to soak up the sun and pass the time."

Fang Ming's lips twitched when he saw the book title: …………

I can't understand why a delicate and sweet girl like her would like to read such vulgar books.

To be honest, Wen Qinghe was wronged. Her space was full of tablets and laptops, which contained a large number of novels and movies.

But she couldn't very well take out something that didn't belong to this era. She had found this book this morning when she opened the courtyard gate at the entrance of the educated youth compound.

She found the book title interesting, so she flipped through it and decided to sit in the sun to pass the time.

Fang Ming realized that he couldn't find common ground in reading, so he wanted to find other topics to talk about.

Just as I was about to speak, I was interrupted by a voice coming from the doorway.

"Comrade Fang, you're back from work already? By the way, did you see a book on the way?"

A villager, who smelled of an unknown odor, walked over anxiously.

Because Fang Ming was standing, he blocked the view behind him and didn't see Wen Qinghe.

Fang Ming was already impatient to be interrupted, and now he saw that this country bumpkin hadn't bathed for days, was filthy, and had suspicious feces on his body.

He pinched his nose and said in a rather unfriendly tone, "Don't come in, stay away from me! I didn't see any books."

Besides, he didn't think that this country bumpkin, who looked so uncouth, could be literate.

"Is it the book 'Postpartum Care of Old Sows'?"

As a sweet female voice rang out, Wen Qinghe stepped out from under the eaves.

Her ethereal beauty left Feng Congjun speechless; in his thirty-plus years of life, he had never seen such a beautiful person, like a celestial being.

Is this the sickly beauty who rarely appears at the educated youth settlement?

I was so stunned I couldn't help but stare...

"Hello, sir, are you referring to this book?"

Feng Congjun snapped out of his daze and realized that the book in her hand was the very one he had dropped.

He quickly expressed his gratitude.

"Yes, yes, that's it! I've been looking for it all the way here, but I just don't know where I lost it..."

Just as I was about to reach out and take it, I saw that the angelic young girl had slender, jade-like fingers and was clean and tidy. As I walked closer to her, a fragrant breeze would rise up.

Looking at his hands, which had just been shoveling pig manure, and the filth all over his body, he subconsciously took a step back.

"Excuse me, miss, my hands aren't clean. You can put them on the ground, and I'll pick them up."

Wen Qinghe did not do as he wished. She went back to her room, took an old newspaper left over from pasting the wall last time, carefully wrapped the book in it, and stuffed it directly into his hand.

"Uncle, this book will get dirty if you put it on the ground. If you don't mind, you can just take it as is!"

Feng Congjun looked at the beautiful Xi Shi and realized that she didn't mind his smell at all. He couldn't help but admire that the girl was not only beautiful in appearance but also in heart.

Unlike that educated youth who wore glasses and considered himself a cultured person.

He happily thanked Wen Qinghe, took the book that the beautiful Xi Shi had personally wrapped and that still carried a faint fragrance, and returned to the pig farm with a delightful smile.

Fang Ming, who was standing to the side, had a look of disapproval on his face ever since Wen Qinghe approached the dirty countryman.

"He smells so bad, why are you going near him? Aren't you afraid he'll get your clothes dirty!"

Wen Qinghe frowned: "If the clothes are dirty, just wash them again. That uncle was in such a hurry to lose the book, so we have to return it to him."

Fang Ming noticed Wen Qinghe's displeasure and quickly changed his tone.

"That's right, it's my fault for being too hasty, afraid he'd get too close and smell you!"

Wen Qinghe didn't want to talk to this person anymore, seeing that he hadn't even carried a single bucket of water when he came back.

"Didn't Fang Zhiqing say he was going to come back to fetch water?"

Fang Ming glanced at the sky. Oh no! It was already noon. If he didn't choose soon, he would delay the female educated youth from cooking!

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