Before Going to the Countryside in the 70s, I Used My Space to Empty Out My Enemies

A modern wealthy young woman, Luo Jingyan, accidentally transmigrated to the 1970s, becoming a short-lived minor supporting character in a period novel. Her parents were framed, forcing her to take...

Chapter 343 The Fire of the Eight Trigrams (shuhaige.net)

The most important thing now is to get Luo Jingyan's handwriting. She stared blankly out the window.

There is a shortage of supplies in various places. Even urban households don't have much paper, let alone rural households.

Few people in the village are literate. Some families may not even have a single piece of paper, let alone paper with writing on it.

When educated youth come here to work in the countryside, they deal with farmland and farm tools all day long. They don't use paper and pen very often. They probably only use them when writing letters to their relatives. It's not easy to find them.

If they searched Luo Jingyan's house carefully, they might find something. Luo Jingyan's house and Zhuang Feifei's house were only separated by a wall. She looked at the wall and realized she couldn't climb over it at all.

If Luo Jingyan finds out while he's searching for things, he'll definitely be sent to jail.

This method is not feasible.

Feeling bored staying indoors, she decided to go out for a walk and find Zhuang Feifei in the fields for advice.

She wasn't familiar with the Shengli Brigade yet. The fields were right outside Zhuang Feifei's house, and she didn't know which field Zhuang Feifei was working in.

She wandered aimlessly for a while, and suddenly saw two children playing in the mud by the field. One of them looked very familiar to her.

Suddenly I remembered, he was the little boy who went to Luo Jingyan's house yesterday to call her to work.

Yesterday, this kid said there was a problem at the distillery and told Luo Jingyan to hurry up. Could it be that Luo Jingyan isn't working in the fields at all, but at the distillery?

Wow, such a small village, yet it still has a collective economy.

Luo Jingyan works at the winery, so she's definitely not exposed to the elements and has a pretty good life.

Suddenly, she thought of something else. If Luo Jingyan dealt with crops all day, she wouldn't need pens and paper at all. But if she worked in a winery, the brewing process was complicated, and she would definitely need to use pens and paper to record data. Just like in their clothing factory, frontline workers only needed to use their hands and feet to work on the line, but the leaders and designers needed to record data.

I wonder what kind of work Luo Jingyan does in the winery. If she's just a lowly shop assistant doing manual labor, she probably won't be of much use. But if she's a technician or something, it would be much easier to get her handwriting.

She wanted to ask Luo Jingyan what kind of work she did at the winery, how much she wrote, and also wanted to coax the little guy into helping her get Luo Jingyan's handwriting.

So she walked up to the little stone, squatted down, and deliberately put on a smiling face to greet it.

"Hello, little brother."

Little Stone was playing with mud with his cousin when he heard someone call him. He instinctively turned his head and was stunned to see Xue Ningnan.

Seeing him in a daze, Xue Ningnan continued to smile at him.

"What's wrong? Little brother, I'm the older sister you met yesterday, do you remember me?"

Little Stone nodded immediately.

I remember, there was a really fierce older sister who argued with Sister Luo yesterday.

Because Uncle Li would sometimes take him to the winery, and Luo Jingyan would tease him and give him candy, he naturally liked Luo Jingyan.

Therefore, whenever he saw someone arguing with Luo Jingyan, he assumed that person was bad.

He didn't speak to Xue Ningnan, but instead said to his younger cousin, "Let's hurry up and take our things home to play."

"good."

My little cousin was very obedient and picked up some mud from the ground.

After the two men finished collecting the mud, they got up and left.

Xue Ningnan: "Why are you leaving? Little brother, I want to say a few words to you."

Little Stone turned his head and said, "You're a bad woman. I'm scared. I don't want to be with a bad woman. Ugh, what a fierce bad woman."

What's wrong with me?

"You're bad, you're bad! You argued with Sister Luo yesterday. You bad woman, we don't want to talk to you." He stuck out his tongue at Xue Ningnan.

Xue Ningnan chased after him, and Xiao Shi threw a clod of mud at her, which landed on her skirt, making her furious.

In her anger, she scolded Little Stone: "You little brat!"

"You little bastard, your whole family of little bastards, your ancestors for eighteen generations of little bastards."

Little Stone is only five years old, but he's surprisingly eloquent when he starts swearing.

His younger cousin joined in, cursing Xue Ningnan: "Bad woman, you little brat."

Xue Ningnan picked up a pebble from the ground and threw it at them, but the two little ones had already run far away.

Xue Ningnan was rebuffed by the little guy and was in a bad mood.

The mud on her blue and white checkered dress made her even angrier, so she couldn't go to the fields to help with farming anymore. She decided to go back and wash it off.

She stormed back to Zhuang Feifei's house, changed out of her dress, and washed it in a basin.

As for how to obtain Luo Jingyan's handwriting, they would discuss a plan after Zhuang Feifei finished work in the evening.

Little Stone and his cousin ran and ran until they reached the distillery. The two little guys were panting heavily, each holding a handful of mud.

When Uncle Li saw his two grandsons arrive, panting heavily and covered in sweat, he smiled and asked, "What happened to you two? Was there a dog chasing you? Look at how sweaty you are."

Little Stone caught his breath and said, "It's not that dogs are chasing us, it's that people are chasing us."

"She's a woman, and a bad woman at that," my younger cousin added.

"A bad woman?" Uncle Li frowned. "Who is it?"

"She, she is." Little Stone touched his head with his muddy hands, only to be slapped aside by Uncle Li Jiu: "Your hands are covered in mud, and you've gotten your head all dirty." Then he sighed: "Well, if it's dirty, it's dirty. You can wash it when you get home tonight."

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