Wang Qiang finally took pity on him and said, "By the way, there are last year's corn husks or dry straw by the roadside outside. You can lay them on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed) to keep warm."
Lin Guanghui was furious; he never imagined that one day he would have to live the life of a beggar.
The matter was more or less over, and everyone went back to their dormitories.
Lin Guanghui didn't forget to threaten Yi Zhiheng: "Little beggar, give me your bedding."
Yi Zhiheng glared at him and said, "Keep dreaming."
He's gotten used to giving Lin Guanghui a fierce look now.
Damn it, things really do change every thirty years.
"You little beggar." Lin Guanghui raised his fist to punch Yi Zhiheng, but the other party was not afraid of him and also showed his fist. He thought about it and then pulled his fist back.
He deliberately spoke loudly, "Forget it, little beggar, I won't argue with you. You are a beggar after all, and I can't stoop to the level of a beggar."
He wanted to humiliate Yi Zhiheng in front of these educated youth, to let everyone know that Yi Zhiheng was once a stinking beggar who scavenged for food in a garbage dump and deserved to be trampled underfoot.
But Yi Zhiheng didn't care. Apart from his sister, he didn't care about other people's opinions at all.
"I'm better off as a beggar than as a local thug, even if I don't do anything immoral."
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These educated youths already had a bad impression of Lin Guanghui, and this incident only increased their disgust when they looked at him.
Lin Guanghui was aware of those gazes, and in order to survive here in the future, he restrained himself a little.
He patted Yi Zhiheng on the shoulder with a smile: "Yi Zhiqing, it was my fault. I shouldn't have looked down on you. From now on, we are both educated youth, just like each other. I hope we can get along well."
Yi Zhiheng did not say anything.
After Lin Guanghui finished speaking those high-sounding words, he lowered his voice and whispered sinisterly in Yi Zhiheng's ear, "Little beggar, we'll see."
In the afternoon, all the educated youth went to work in the fields, but Lin Qingyan still went to cut pig feed.
Since Lin Guanghui had no bedding, he had no choice but to follow Wang Qiang's advice and go outside to find a bunch of dry straw, which he spread out in the corner of the large communal sleeping area, making it look like a beggar's den.
After that, he went to find Lin Sisi.
"Sister, I can't do without bedding. I can't keep using thatch. What will I do when it gets cold?"
Lin Sisi had no intention of contributing her own money to buy things for Lin Guanghui. "If all else fails, you can write to Mom and ask her to think of a solution."
"Mom doesn't have any money right now."
“Whether she has money or not, at least she’s in Jinshi and can find many acquaintances to borrow money from. Unlike us, we’re unfamiliar with this place, and Lin Qingyan doesn’t even recognize us.”
Lin Guanghui sighed: "Okay, I'll write to Mom when I have time and ask her to think of a solution."
After finishing work in the evening, Yi Zhiheng and Lin Qingyan were walking on the road when Yi Zhiheng spoke to Lin Qingyan.
"Sister, there's something I want to tell you."
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