Chapter 23 A Very Hot Scene
Under the slightly dim tree, Ye Xiaolin was pinned against the tree trunk by Zhang Changjiang, who was tugging at the woman's collar dishonestly.
"Don't lie to me." Ye Xiaolin slowly loosened his grip on the collar.
Then, she let Zhang Changjiang gnaw on her neck. Then Ye Xiaomei widened her eyes, picked up the basket and ran away.
Although reform and opening up have brought about new trends in this era, Ye Xiaomei would not dare to dream so big.
Otherwise, she would have jumped in long ago if she had come into contact with Ma Qi's army several times.
Ye Xiaomei calmed down only after she returned home. It seemed that the bruises on her neck were caused by Zhang Changjiang biting her the last time she met Ye Xiaolin when she went out?
She wasn't afraid that the old lady would know and kill her...
Thinking of this, Ye Xiaomei went to the alley with some weeds, grabbed a handful and stuffed them into the rabbit cage. Soon her three-petal lips began to tremble at a rapid frequency, trembling.
"Xiao Mei, there are some pickled mustard greens left over from lunch. Let's make some porridge and put some steamed buns in it to eat with soup."
Zhao Mei's eyes were filled with joy.
"Okay, mom, I left a few pieces of chicken thigh meat under the hood for Xiaoya at noon. You can heat it up for her later."
Xiao Mei will never miss any opportunity to let Xiao Ya eat meat.
Bang.
The door was pushed open, and Ye Xiaolin looked at Ye Xiaomei gloomily with a sickle in his hand.
Ye Xiaomei was startled, and saw the word "Ye" written in paint on the handle of the sickle. This was the mark that every family would make when the older generation borrowed farm tools from each other in the past to avoid confusion.
It seemed that she ran too fast and dropped the sickle.
Ye Xiaolin walked up to Ye Xiaomei silently, threw the sickle to the ground and whispered, "What did you see?"
Ye Xiaomei was slightly startled when she saw the look in her eyes.
In the past, she had always been a pushover, with contempt and sarcasm in her eyes. But Ye Xiaomei had never seen Ye Xiaolin with such a cold look in her eyes. Yes, her eyes seemed to have changed since she came back injured that morning.
Ye Xiaomei slowly grabbed a handful of grass and stuffed it into the cage of "Rabbit Husband":
"What do you want me to see?"
Ye Xiaolin clenched her fists, her heart pounding. She wouldn't take this opportunity to take revenge on me for pushing the blame on the cripple, would she?
Come to think of it, Ye Xiaomei had no idea it was she who spread the message, since there were other people outside the house at that time.
Thinking of this, Ye Xiaolin raised her chin and said, "I don't care what you saw, you'd better shut up. Don't worry, he and I will get married sooner or later, and it will be sooner."
Ye Xiaomei's heart tightened. Could she trust a man like Zhang Changjiang with her for the rest of her life? The look he gave her when he was being a hooligan was enough to describe him in two words: pervert.
"Aren't you sure he's a gentleman?" Ye Xiaomei gave a kind reminder. After all, they were both women, and she was obviously walking herself into trouble.
Ye Xiaolin, who was about to leave, stopped and walked back, whispering:
"You're not jealous, are you? Yes, Zhang Changjiang's father is a watermelon farmer with no future, but his mother is an accountant at a textile factory, his younger uncle is the director of the county hospital, and his older uncle is the chief of the police station. Any of these connections can help Zhang Changjiang get a job that's ten thousand times better than the cripple's."
"Well, the background is pretty good." Ye Xiaomei didn't say much.
After washing her hands, she hurried into the kitchen to help her mother. It was just getting dark, and Ye Xiaoya, who had just walked back, started shouting happily as soon as she entered the yard:
"Mom, sister, I am still the class monitor this semester."
"Wow, that's great." Zhao Mei covered the pot with the lid, wiped her hands on her apron, and quickly rubbed the little girl's head.
"That must be the best. Our little girl is very smart." Ye Xiaomei also followed suit in praise.
There were bursts of laughter and joy coming from the bustling team room.
"But, Mom, each person has to pay 50 cents for class fees this semester, and I have to collect it." Ye Xiaoya looked proud.
"Oh, you're a little accountant." Zhao Mei rubbed Xiao Ya's head with admiration. Suddenly, she had the same idea as Xiao Mei: Xiao Ya, you will definitely be able to get out of the mountains.
"What is this money used for?" Ye Xiaomei asked while adding firewood.
"The one who repairs the blackboard."
In the past, the wages for teachers who went to the countryside to teach were really pitiful. If they were willing to stay, the village chief would gather everyone together to pay the wages to the teachers.
But now that reform and opening up have taken place and land has been distributed to each household, every family has their own land and therefore their own source of income. Life is much better than before, and the gap between the rich and the poor has gradually widened. Therefore, families with better conditions send their children to study in the county.
Naturally, the wealthier parents would not be willing to contribute any more money to the teachers, and the remaining poor students naturally could not contribute either.
Look, the blackboard that has been used for more than ten or twenty years is so broken that there is not even a good spot as big as a palm. It will cost dozens of dollars for materials to re-paste it, and I have to hire someone to do it.
Eat and skip meals.
Ye Xiaoya carefully took out the medicine box that was wrapped with several layers of tape from her schoolbag, took out a pencil head extended by a paper tube from it, and began to do her homework seriously.
Ye Xiaomei took one look at the small paper box and couldn't help but sigh. The pencil inside might not be big enough for even the shortest finger to hold.
"Xiaoya, how long have you used this pencil?"
"These are leftovers from last semester. I picked these small ones up from my class. Don't worry, sister. They're unwanted."
Ye Xiaoya's eyes never left her homework book.
Ye Xiaomei felt a pang in her heart, so she went to bed early that night. Before dawn the next day, she collected seven or eight net frames from a pile of junk in the sundry room.
These are the ones my grandpa used when he was alive. Some of them are broken due to age. I picked out four good ones out of the eight.
When we arrived at the Tieqiao River, the sky was just beginning to turn pale.
Tieqiao River is a flowing stream, but it has many tributaries at the foot of the mountain. The lotus pond in front of us is one of the tributaries. The lotus flowers are in full bloom this season.
Ye Xiaomei rolled up her trouser legs and waded into the water. Looking at her purple crystal sandals, she was really reluctant to plunge into the mud.
But now she had to find a way to make some money, so she gritted her teeth and went down. With the gurgling sound of mud and water, Ye Xiaomei found a good place and stuffed the dirty fish she had taken out from eating fish yesterday into the net. She pressed the net frame into the mud to make sure the entrance was submerged in the mud and water. Then she considered it ready.
Ye Xiaomei had only seen this when she was a child, following behind her grandfather. If nothing unexpected happened, a lot of loaches would crawl into these four net frames the next day.
At that time, Ye Xiaomei felt it was particularly magical and felt that her grandfather could perform magic.
When Xiao Ya was ten years old, her grandfather was two years old and he was seriously ill. The old man was a stubborn person. The organization wanted to give him subsidies because he had served in the army, but he refused it, saying that it was precisely because he was a veteran that he could not hinder socialism.
But he didn't expect that his grandmother Li Cuihua secretly accepted the money. This stubborn man who had been as hard-headed as a donkey all his life was suddenly defeated by his grandmother and died of anger on the spot.
From that time on, no one stood up to speak for Ye Xiaomei when she was beaten.
Ye Xiaomei was washing her crystal sandals vigorously in the running water by the river. She suddenly thought of Ma Qijun. She had completely entrusted the rest of her life to him. She wondered what he had been doing in the past few days since she had seen him.
"I saw her carrying the net frame down into the pond." Heizi grabbed a steamed bun from Ma Qijun's desk and took a bite:
"Don't mention it, Boss. My sister-in-law is too diligent. If you hadn't reminded me to go earlier, I probably wouldn't have seen it. She got up and got busy while the stars and the moon were hanging in the sky."
Ma Qijun stroked his chin thoughtfully: "What is this girl doing in the pond?"
Heizi hadn't eaten breakfast yet. He took a big sip of tea and said, "I think the net she was holding looks a bit like the one used to catch loaches and eels."
"No, Boss, why do you have a rule that we can't meet privately before marriage? Isn't that too feudal?" Heizi's slow brain finally reacted:
"Okay, Boss, you're thinking about your sister-in-law, right?"
Ma Qijun raised his eyes and looked at Heizi, his face so gloomy that water could drip from it.
"Boss, please stop looking at me like that. I'm scared. Besides, I'm telling the truth. We can't meet alone. So why don't you just find an excuse to go to my sister-in-law's house? That definitely doesn't count as a one-on-one meeting."
When Ma Qijun heard this, the sharpness in his eyes gradually faded. That's right.
What excuse should I find?
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