Chapter 70 Being Bullied

After leaving the city, the car speed was obviously much faster.

Lu Yujing tilted his head to look at the distance between him and the little girl beside him, and frowned slightly.

Is he scary?!

"Yi Yi, I heard from your sister Zhenzhu that you have decided to apply to Peking University?" Jian Yiwei in the driver's seat suddenly spoke.

"Yeah!" Jian Qingyi was originally looking out the window, but when she heard this, she smiled and looked away.

I didn't expect the relationship between these two people to progress so quickly. During just one meal, they were already talking about which university she would apply to.

"Brother, do you have any good news to bring to my uncle and aunt when you go back this time?" Jian Qingyi said jokingly.

These days, falling in love and getting married are much simpler than in later generations.

As long as both parties have confirmed their relationship, they can then file a marriage report and get married.

"I'm talking about you!" Jian Yiwei cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"What are you talking about me? I am planning to take the entrance exam for Peking University, but whether I can get in depends on fate." Jian Qingyi said frankly.

Taking the entrance exam to Peking University is not like roasting sweet potatoes and just putting them in the stove.

"Sister Yi Yi, it's okay. If you can't get into Peking University, you can come to our military region and do great things there." Meng Xiaoyang turned his head and said with a smile.

Jian Qingyi smiled at him and said nothing.

"Yi Yi, have you ever thought about being like me and your second sister..." Jian Yiwei seemed to think this was a good suggestion.

"No!" Jian Qingyi answered readily.

Perhaps it was because she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, or perhaps it was because she had never experienced the harshness of society, but she had never had to worry about food and drink since she was a child, and she had everything she wanted, and she had always lived her life to her heart's content.

Ambition...

Yes, but not many!

In her mind, even if the sky falls, there are still tall people to hold it up, and it will never fall on her head.

As for the sense of honor...

How can we expect a strong sense of honor from someone who doesn't even have much ambition?!

"Isn't it nice to be with your elder brother and second sister?" Meng Xiaoyang asked with a smile.

Lu Yujing also turned his head to look at her.

“It’s not bad.”

"I'm just too lazy and can't handle any hardship. Forcing me to undergo such high-intensity training every day is better than letting me die."

"I think girls should find a rich man to marry as soon as possible, and he should be rich and have free time."

The corner of Meng Xiaoyang's mouth in the passenger seat twitched noticeably.

Find a rich man to marry...

Is it possible to say this?!

Jian Qingyi was still satisfied with Meng Xiaoyang's reaction.

As for the man next to her, she didn't look at him, but she thought he should be the same.

"Yi Yi, stop talking nonsense!" Jian Yiwei glared at her through the rearview mirror.

"What nonsense! As the old saying goes, poverty brings sorrow to couples. Just look at Sun Qiang and his wife and you'll see. If they were rich, would they quarrel every day over trivial matters?"

"Will Xiaohua get married so early? Will Xiaocao and Xiaolan drop out of school so early?"

Sixteen years old...

The age of a flower bud.

In the future, I have just entered high school.

Just to save one person's food, for the eight hundred yuan betrothal gift...

Sixteen-year-old Sun Xiaohua became the second wife of a thirty-year-old man.

"Xiaohua is married?! I remember she seems to be younger than you." Jian Yiwei still couldn't believe it.

"It's only seventeen after the Mid-Autumn Festival." Jian Qingyi nodded.

"I heard that the man is already thirty years old. He seems to be a small cadre in the machinery factory. His wife died before, and he has two children."

At sixteen, I am still a child.

But she has to be a stepmother to two children.

"Isn't the current marriage age 22 for men and 20 for women? How did they get the certificate?" Meng Xiaoyang frowned.

"Ours is a small county, and the regulations are not that strict. Many people who are not yet of marriageable age but are anxious to get married will choose to hold a wedding banquet first. As for the marriage certificate and other things, they can get it when they reach the age." Jian Yiwei explained.

In the back seat where no one was paying attention, someone's eyes lit up.

"So where you are, do young girls and boys get married very early?" Meng Xiaoyang looked curious.

"Not necessarily. Generally, there are more people getting married early in the mountains. It's not so bad where we are." Jian Yiwei is honest and answers every question.

"Don't you live in the mountains?" Meng Xiaoyang looked surprised.

"Who told you that we live in the mountains? There are many mountains in our South City, but there are also plains!" Jian Yiwei chuckled.

"Ah! I thought your place was full of mountains!" Meng Xiaoyang looked up at the endless mountains outside the car window.

We talked and laughed all the way, and before we knew it, we arrived at South City.

People's Hospital

Jian Dashan and Mao Chunqiao lived in Ward 210 at the very back of the second floor, next to Ward 209 where brothers Jian Zhongliang and Jian Zhongkang lived, and then Ward 208 where Wang Xiujuan and Li Meiqian lived.

Jian Dashan had a broken leg and was in a cast, unable to move. He needed someone to help him eat, drink, defecate and urinate.

Fortunately, Mao Chunqiao only dislocated one arm, and the other arm could still move, so she could still take care of Jian Dashan, who was half-disabled.

Jian Zhongliang, Jian Zhongkang and Wang Xiujuan were obviously much more miserable.

Not only were their faces bruised and swollen, but Jian Zhongliang's head was also cracked open.

On the other hand, Li Meiqian was fine except for a bandage on her forehead.

Jian Qingyi looked at Jian Zhongliang's head, which was almost wrapped like a mummy, and was speechless.

Is this a minor injury? !

"Yi Yi, it's a good thing you weren't there that day...hiss..." Jian Zhongliang gasped in pain, perhaps because the corner of his cracked mouth was pulled.

"Is the Yang family in the hospital?" Jian Qingyi was more concerned about this.

"How do you know it's them...hiss..." Jian Zhongliang gasped in pain as soon as he opened his mouth.

"I'm not a fool." Jian Qingyi rolled her eyes at him.

"Is that what I'm asking?"

"There are so many of them..." Jian Zhongliang's eyes wandered.

"That means he wasn't hospitalized!" Jian Qingyi sneered.

Although Yang Huai'e's husband died early, he had three sons.

They were all tall and strong, with muscles all over their bodies, and they had hot tempers. Few people in the candy factory's staff quarters dared to mess with them.

The brothers Jian Zhongkang and Jian Zhongliang have been honest children since childhood.

Compare the two.

There really is no chance of winning.

"You kid..." Jian Zhongliang glared at Jian Qingyi in shame and anger.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited, be careful not to make matters worse." Jian Qingyi grinned.

It's not that she is gloating, but her scumbag father's mummy headgear is too distracting.

After comforting her scumbag father, Jian Qingyi went to Ward 208 next door.

Wang Xiujuan lay quietly, covered tightly with the quilt, revealing only her bruised face.

Li Meiqian, who was leaning on the hospital bed, stiffened noticeably when she saw Jian Qingyi come in.

"Yiyi, are you back?"

When passing by just now, Jian Qingyi only glanced through the glass window on the door and saw that Wang Xiujuan was still asleep, so she went directly to Ward 209 next door.

"The injury is quite serious!" Jian Qingyi curled his lips sarcastically.