"This ox cart isn't yours, is it? It belongs to the team, right? If it's yours, why can't we use it? Do you have a problem with us? Are you trying to create class division?"
As expected of Zhao Xiaomei, she always starts talking about accusations and putting accusations on people has become her habit.
Unfortunately, the man she met today was Uncle Zhang.
Uncle Zhang lived in a cowshed, surrounded by a bunch of old folks. He was accustomed to the shameless accusations of class division and division. Wasn't he tired of hearing about it? His family had been poor peasants for eight generations, he had never been able to marry, and now he was old and living in a cowshed, with no money to spare and no knowledge of the language. Why would he be afraid of being accused by a little girl? What kind of accusation could be put on someone like him?
Uncle Zhang glanced at Zhao Xiaomei and sneered, "You're such a educated youth. It's a waste of your talent to be sent to the countryside to work in construction. You should be an officer in the Revolutionary Committee. You'll definitely make a name for yourself."
Uncle Zhang didn't mean to curse anyone when he said this. Every word he said was very polite, even a little positive and sunny. But why did it sound so uncomfortable to listen to it, as if he had been cursed?
Zhao Xiaomei's face flushed, and her voice became louder. "Stop being so sarcastic. We're talking about the oxcart incident now. What are you talking about?"
Uncle Zhang cracked his whip as if to shoo away a fly. "Are you, a young intellectual, deaf? I've told you long ago that this oxcart is reserved. We'll be going to the next village to buy a container. If you're going your way, we can go together. We're closed elsewhere today."
Zhao Xiaomei was dissatisfied. "Why can others use our ox cart but I can't? I want to use it."
Uncle Zhang didn't bother to pay attention to her. He had lived in the countryside all his life and had seen all kinds of difficult women. This one was child's play and couldn't affect his mood.
At this time, Song Yun walked over, without even looking at Zhao Xiaomei, treating her as air, and said to the female educated youth standing beside her: "I reserved the ox cart. I need to buy a water tank. Do you want one?"
The educated youth hurriedly shook her head and said, "No, we plan to buy wooden boxes in town, not in the next village."
"That's not on the way, but there are carpenters in our village who can make wooden boxes, and they don't even require a ticket, so there's no need to buy them in town."
The educated youth glanced at Zhao Xiaomei, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she whispered, "Xiaomei said there are cheap wooden boxes for sale at the scrap collection station. We're thinking of taking a look."
The educated youth regretted her words immediately after she finished speaking, especially when Zhao Xiaomei glared at her, blaming her for being too talkative. She quickly glanced at Song Yun's face, but saw that she didn't show any disdain or contempt. She was still smiling as before. Her worries gradually subsided, and she listened to Song Yun say, "I heard that the scrap recycling station has a lot of stuff. I'll go take a look someday and see if I can find something useful."
The female educated youth felt much better after hearing what Song Yun said. She smiled and said, "Then let's go together next time. By the way, my name is Chen Meili, and I came here as an educated youth that year."
Yesterday, when Song Yun went to the educated youth point to pick up her luggage, Chen Meili came into the room to help pack things. She didn't see Song Yun, so it was the first time they met.
Song Yun extended her hand generously, "My name is Song Yun, nice to meet you."
Chen Meili quickly reached out her hand and shook Song Yun's light hand, her smile growing more sincere. "Then Song Zhiqing, go buy a jar quickly. We'll talk later when we have time."
Song Yun said goodbye to Chen Meili and got on the ox cart. Uncle Zhang waved the whip in his hand and the ox cart slowly started moving.
Seeing the ox cart carrying Song Yun away, Zhao Xiaomei was so angry that she almost bit her teeth off, but she no longer dared to confront Song Yun easily, for fear that Song Yun would say something unpleasant from her stinky mouth, so she could only swallow her anger for the time being.
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