Lin Qingyan: "..."
She felt that it shouldn't be about letting things take their natural course, but rather about going along with him.
"Now that my basket is full, I'm going to deliver the pig feed. Comrade Lu, are you going back to the fields to continue working?"
"Yes, let's go together, it's on our way."
He casually picked up the basket and carried it on his back. Lin Qingyan remembered his words about letting things take their course, so she stopped trying to stop him.
As they were walking, a gust of wind suddenly blew from the field beside them—no, it was a figure running towards them.
Lin Qingyan looked and saw that it was Aunt Liu.
Aunt Liu stood in front of them, looked Lu Zhengting up and down several times, and then looked at Lin Qingyan: "This young man is not bad. Let me ask you, is your fiancé, who was seduced by your sister after she took off her clothes, as good-looking as him?"
Lin Qingyan burst out laughing. This Aunt Liu was really straightforward and blunt.
She shook her head: "Auntie, you've misunderstood. We're not dating."
"Then what are you doing?"
"Auntie, don't you have eyes? Look for yourself."
Aunt Liu wasn't annoyed by Lin Qingyan's words. She herself loved to joke with others, so of course she didn't mind others joking with her.
"So you two aren't dating? I thought you were. Okay, that's enough, I'm going to get back to work."
They returned to the fields like a gust of wind.
Lin Qingyan was afraid that Lu Zhengting would be curious about her relationship with Gu Mingzhou and Lin Sisi, but Lu Zhengting showed no intention of asking.
Indeed, any upright person would not ask about such a thing.
They continued walking, and when they came to a field, they suddenly heard arguing coming from the field. Lin Qingyan immediately stopped.
When she used to read novels, she enjoyed the scenes where the main characters were enjoying gossip. At that time, she imagined that if she could travel through time, she would also want to be a happy bystander.
Now that I've actually traveled through time, and there's gossip right next to me, of course I have to stop and enjoy it for a while.
Afraid of delaying Lu Zhengting's work, she pointed to the people arguing in the field and said, "Comrade Lu, I want to stop and watch for a while. You can put down your basket and go back first."
"oh?"
Lu Zhengting glanced into the field and heard only women's voices coming from there. He had never liked watching women argue, but for some reason, he suddenly became interested.
"I'm not busy, let's go take a look together."
Lin Qingyan was surprised. Did he, a grown man, also like to watch this?
If someone likes it, he can't just kick them out, can he?
"Okay, let's go together."
That place is a bit far from them; they need to walk a little further in.
Sweet potatoes were planted along the roadside. The sweet potatoes would only start growing after the first frost. Now, the sweet potato vines had almost stopped growing, and the leaves were not very lush. They walked over by stepping on the sweet potato vines.
Sweet potato vines are very resilient; they can still grow well even if stepped on, without any impact.
As they got closer, Lin Qingyan realized that the person arguing with someone in the field was none other than Song Qingfang.
Beside Song Qingfang, besides the crowd of onlookers, there was a dark-skinned farmer and an old woman wearing a tattered gray cloth shirt and with her hair in a simple bun.
The old woman sat on the ground, patting her legs with one hand and pointing at Song Qingfang, who was standing only two meters away from her, with the other: "Song Qingfang, you took so much money from our Anguo, you must become Anguo's wife, otherwise you must return the forty yuan to Anguo immediately. Anguo will get married after the autumn harvest, and we still need it."
Her son, Bai Anguo, looked like an honest and simple man; he stood beside her with his head down, not saying a word.
This was also a peanut field. Song Qingfang was picking peanuts in the field when Old Lady Bai came looking for her with her son.
There were other villagers and educated youths in the fields, and she couldn't let them laugh at her.
She said to Old Lady Bai, "Auntie, I'm at work right now. Could we talk about this after I finish work?"
“No, once you finish work, I’ll be even less likely to get my money back. Last time I asked you for your money, I waited until you finished work, but you wouldn’t give it to me. I had no choice but to come to the field and ask you for it in front of so many people. Let’s see if you’ll still give it to me. If you don’t, come with me and become my Anguo’s wife.”
Song Qingfang was in a dilemma. She had no money at all. She had no intention of returning the money she had received to Bai Anguo.
Bai Anguo was honest and kind. She had said she couldn't give him anything, but he still willingly gave her his hard-earned money.
The only one to blame is Bai Anguo for being too foolish; it's not her fault at all.
She said to the old woman, "Auntie, it was your son who offered to give me the money, not me who asked him for it. I've already spent all that money. If you want it, go ask your son for it. I don't owe you anything."
Upon hearing what she said, Bai's wife's anger flared up instantly.
"You vixen, you make it sound so easy. If you didn't ask my son for it, would he give you the money willingly?"
“Auntie, you can’t swear. It was your son who offered to give me the money; I never asked him for it. If you don’t believe me, ask your son.”
Aunt Bai quickly asked Bai Anguo, "Anguo, what she said isn't true. You didn't give her the money voluntarily; she specifically asked you for it, right?"
Bai Anguo raised his eyelids to look at Song Qingfang, then at his mother, and nodded: "Mother, Qingfang never asked me for money. I always gave it to her on my own initiative."
"ah?"
While surprised, Old Lady Bai wanted to slap her stubborn son to death. Even if he had given himself to Song Qingfang willingly, he couldn't admit it.
“Anguo, you must be mistaken. You didn’t give her money on your own initiative; she deliberately asked you for it.”
“Mother, if I remember correctly, it was I who wanted to give Qingfang the money, so it’s not her fault.”
Old Mrs. Bai was furious. She was shrewd all her life, how could she have given birth to such a simpleton? He couldn't even be a little bit clever. Would it kill him to tell a few lies?
Song Qingfang must have taken advantage of her son's honesty, which is why she targeted him and cheated him out of the hard-earned money he made from working in the fields.
Song Qingfang said, "Aunt Bai, did you hear that? Your son insists on giving me money, and he even said I don't need to pay him back. I don't owe you anything. If you want money, go ask your son. I still have work to do, so don't bother me."
Although Song Qingfang said that she did not ask Bai Anguo for money, the onlookers who heard it still thought Song Qingfang was quite shameless.
Old Mrs. Bai said, "If he gives it to you, you should take it. Can't you just refuse it?"
Song Qingfang retorted, "If someone offered you money, would you refuse it?"
"Me." Old Mrs. Bai choked, and glared at her good-for-nothing, foolish son again.
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