Chapter Six: Going to the Countryside 2

Carrying a quilt, cotton clothes, cotton shoes, a kettle, and a bunch of other daily necessities, Gu Zuozuo waited quietly at the door.

"Zuo Zuo! Here, this is for you!"

Qi Meng squeezed out, covered in sweat, her little face flushed red.

He shoved a blanket into her arms, and without saying a word, he turned and squeezed in again.

Gu Zuozuo looked at the bright red and green blanket in her arms, tilted her head, and thought, "This is such a familiar pattern. Isn't this what my grandmother's generation liked the most?"

It seems that the dowry quilts of the grandmothers and mothers in the family were all the same back then.

People came and went around her, and every now and then someone would glance at the girl who was standing quietly at the entrance of the store.

Is it her?

"Yes, it's her!"

Two men crouched furtively by the wall, staring fiercely at Gu Zuozuo.

"Is Da Dong and Er Dong's mental breakdown really related to this woman?"

The man with the crew cut clearly didn't believe it. This woman looked frail and pale, like a dough ball, and seemed like a delicate girl who couldn't lift a finger.

"But Da Dong and the others really did get into trouble because they went to see this woman, didn't they?"

Snap!

He received a hard slap on his messy head, which made him wince.

"Damn it, you're making wild guesses again! Didn't you say it was this woman who did it?!"

The girl with the messy hair scratched her shiny head in a wronged manner, still somewhat resentful that she had been scolded.

"What did we say when Brother Qiang came back and asked us?"

"What are you talking about? We're just responsible for watching over that room for him. Don't meddle in anything else. Remember the dinner Da Dong treated you to? Just keep an eye on things from now on! Hurry up! Someone has to be there!"

Gu Zuozuo's ears twitched. Qiang Ge? Da Dong?

Does this look familiar?

He curled his lips into a smile and withdrew his gaze from that direction.

"Good job, I have high hopes for them."

[Okay, host, no problem, host.]

As for what he should be called, Niu Hao simply gave up and said, "Call me whatever you want."

Qi Meng and Meng Tian squeezed out from inside, carrying large and small bags, their neatly braided hair now completely disheveled.

"Whew... I'm exhausted! Zuo Zuo, hurry up! Take this!"

Gu Zuozuo had already reached out and carefully took the ropes from the two of them, placing them on the ground.

"What did you buy?" So much.

"These are all local specialties and snacks that we've eaten since we were kids, as well as clothes."

They usually wear skirts, but when they go to the countryside to work, they need to buy some durable and stain-resistant clothes.

As they talked, Qi Meng leaned close to Gu Zuozuo's ear and whispered the information she had received.

"The department store has a batch of defective fabrics. I used my connections to get some, and I'll share some with you later."

She got this information in advance through her neighbor; defective items are very popular, and those without prior knowledge can't even get their hands on one.

“Leave some for me too. My mom said we’re going to the countryside, where there are all sorts of people, so we should keep a low profile and not make a fuss.”

Upon hearing this, Qi Meng nodded. Her grandmother had told her the same thing: that bad people come from poor and remote areas, and if you don't want to be schemed against to death, you shouldn't be too high-profile.

Gu Zuozuo listened with a faint smile as the two of them talked to her about the importance of keeping a low profile, but she just smiled and didn't say anything.

Sometimes, some things and some people are not something you can simply accept by fading into the crowd.

Perhaps the more low-key and transparent you are, the more those people will want to make your life difficult.

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is a common human failing.

"I'll mail these things over first, what about you?"

The two, who were still enthusiastically discussing 108 ways to keep a low profile, looked over with blank expressions.