"Du Yingying, since you know my name is Du Jiang, please don't give me the name of matchmaker in the future. I don't like it at all." Du Jiang's voice was heavy, and anyone could hear the girl's inner displeasure at the moment.

Unfortunately, Du Yingying remained unmoved. "So what if your name is Du Jiang? I like you to call yourself Hongniang. Don't you think this name is nice? Just like the virgin under Yue Lao's seat."

"Sorry, Comrade Du Yingying, the pigs in the piggery have diarrhea. I won't disturb your imagination." Du Jiang reached out and pushed Du Yingying away from him, then walked quickly towards Mrs. Huo. "Grandma Huo, please run over. I'll be going down the mountain right away."

Perhaps because he was worried about the pigs in the pigsty, Du Jiang walked very quickly, and soon he disappeared from the sight of Old Mrs. Huo and Du Yingying.

Du Yingying was a little impatient when faced with Mrs. Huo who suddenly appeared and interrupted their recognition, but her years of upbringing prevented her from arguing with an old lady with white hair. She could only stomp her feet and leave angrily.

As one or two people left, Old Mrs. Huo shrugged indifferently and staggered down the mountain with the Tulianqiao in her hand.

Du Jiang was anxious all the way, fearing that something might happen to the two pigs. After all, diarrhea was very troublesome. If she couldn't find the disease and missed the best time for treatment, she really couldn't pay any compensation. After all, they were the villagers' hope for the New Year. With this thought in mind, Du Jiang walked faster and faster, and even ran backwards. She didn't have time to say hello to people she met along the way. Everyone just felt a gust of wind passing by in front of their eyes, and the shadow of a piece of clothing floated in the air, and then disappeared.

Aunt Du stood in the crowd, looking at the afterimage in the air, and was startled, "What's going on?"

Unfortunately, no one answered her question. The others looked at the afterimage that was clearly heading towards the pigsty, looked at each other, and followed.

When Du Jiang arrived at the pigsty, a group of onlookers came running over one after another. When they saw Du Jiang standing outside the pigsty, they asked a lot of questions.

"Comrade Du, why are you running so fast?"

"Did something happen to the pig? It doesn't look like it."

"Du Zhiqing, why are you so startled? My old arms and legs can't take it anymore."

"That's right, city people just like to make a lot of noise. Du Zhiqing, you are not steady."

'……'

Du Jiang, who was surrounded by many aunts and uncles, felt very overwhelmed by the chattering. She coughed and tried to clear her throat, but unfortunately no one paid any attention to her.

When Village Chief Du arrived, Du Jiangsheng stood helplessly in the middle of the crowd, listening to the chattering of these aunts and sisters.

Looking across the crowd at the unharmed Du Jiang, Village Chief Du breathed a sigh of relief. He turned back and glared at Aunt Du, then started to drive her away loudly, "What are you doing? What are you doing? You're all sitting here idle instead of working. How come you don't even have to eat?"

"Oh, village chief, we didn't come here because we saw Du Zhiqing running away in a hurry. We are here to help because we are worried that something might happen to our village's pigs."

"Yes, yes, Du Zhiqing is still too young. Pigs run away when they don't drink water, and they're in trouble. He's too unstable. Well, why don't you let my Chunni come over, village chief? That girl is good at raising chickens, and she's definitely good at raising pigs."

"Bah, you old bastard, your Chunni never leaves the house and has never even used the stove. Raising pigs requires making pig food, she can do it. If you ask me, my Qiuhua is more capable."

"Your Qiuhua is so sloppy, she doesn't even clean up after herself, and she can't even clean up the pigpen."

"That's right, Village Chief, my second son..."

"My home..."

"I……"

From the beginning when he said Du Jiang was unstable to the later mixed comments, the topic deviated and had nothing to do with the beginning, or even had no connection at all.

Listening to these people's complaints, Du Jiang realized that everyone's resentment was so strong. After all, it was easy to earn seven or eight work points a day, and you could also dig wild vegetables and collect firewood. To be honest, any half-grown child in the village could do such work. The village chief was also very troubled when he heard this.

It would be fine if there was only one person, but when so many people gathered together, the harm would increase several times over, and even the village chief felt a little regretful.

"Quiet, quiet"

After three or four consecutive shouts, each louder than the last, Village Chief Du finally quelled the chattering women, "Alright, be quiet. Listen to me, listen to me."

"I've consulted you about raising pigs, but you were the ones who didn't want to do it. When her uncle didn't want to do it, didn't I ask you about it? It was because you were unwilling to do it that I recommended Du Jiang. Why are you unwilling now that the pig house has been cleaned so neatly?"

"Village chief, it's not that we don't want to, but we couldn't take care of it during the busy farming season. Now it's busy again. Besides, Du Jiang isn't from our village. They came to the village as educated youth to work, so this doesn't count."

"That's right. Although he also has the surname Du, he is not from our village. Village chief, you can't be partial to him."

"Yes, I know your daughter and Du Jiang are good friends, but you can't be biased."

"Yeah, you can't give such an easy job to an outsider just because your daughter doesn't work."

Well, it seems that the whole village knows that Du Yingying is occupying a position and not going to work. Looking at the face of Village Chief Du, which is dark red with shame, Du Jiang's heart is full of sympathy.

"Who said that my Yingying doesn't work and only gets eight work points?" Aunt Cui, who came rushing over after hearing the news, had a dark face. She squeezed into the crowd like a child protecting her, pulled Village Chief Du behind her, and then threw out the notebook she had received from the scorekeeper before leaving.

A younger woman in the crowd took it and after flipping through a few pages, her momentum suddenly weakened. Facing Aunt Cui's angry gaze, she hurriedly stuffed the notebook in her hand into other people's hands, and stepped back to hide in the crowd.

Aunt Cui breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Erniu's wife retreating, but she still looked arrogant and looked at the people leading the way in front with sharp eyes. Those people were all notorious for being unreasonable in the village, but now they were all speechless under this book. They stopped talking, but Aunt Cui didn't let them go. You know, rumors are the most hurtful, not to mention that this matter not only involves the reputation of her daughter, but also the reputation of her husband. This is something Aunt Cui doesn't want to see, and she doesn't want to see it. You know, she knows best what her man has done for the village. Those countless hard nights, those worn-out soles of shoes, the old face and hunched back during the day, she will not allow and will not let her man's reputation be damaged in the slightest.

Thinking of this, Aunt Cui straightened her back, her eyes became sharper, and she stood in front of Village Chief Du with indomitable courage and fearlessness, leaving them speechless in the face of the remarks of the group of shrews.