Chapter 27: My Arm is Broken

"Brother Yuan, you don't know how pitiful Xia Liang, the educated youth, is."

After finishing his meal, Wang Bin complained to Ning Zhiyuan.

"Her mother is so bad, and the words she used to insult her are so harsh. I doubt she is her biological mother."

"Brother Yuan, I think Xia Liang is a really good educated youth. She is willing to work hard and is kind to others. I want to find a date for her from our company. Who do you think is suitable?"

While Wang Bin was speaking, his eyes were observing Ning Zhiyuan.

“I think I can do that, too.”

"Mind your own business."

Ning Zhiyuan spoke calmly, but Wang Bin disagreed and said:

"How can this be considered meddling? Xia Liang is such a pitiful educated youth. If we don't help her, she will be sold by her mother at any time in the future."

"The country doesn't allow selling children now."

Ning Zhiyuan snorted, and Wang Bin sighed, "It's true that it can't be sold, but her mother said that she was marrying off her daughter and wanted a gift, so no one can control this, right? I heard the old woman say today that as long as the man can come up with a gift of 200 yuan, she has no other requirements."

Selling his daughter for 200 yuan, this person is really...

"Well, if it really doesn't work, I'll help sister Xia Liang. I can get a marriage certificate first so she can get rid of her mother."

Wang Bin acted as if he was righteous and awe-inspiring.

"You better take care of yourself."

Ning Zhiyuan frowned. Hearing that Xia Liang had such a mother, he suddenly felt a little...

Feeling distressed?

How is that possible? How does that female gangster have anything to do with him at home? It would be good enough if he didn't give her up, but arrested her.

As for her healing her own leg, it was just to atone for her sins, nothing more.

This woman is pitiful? He almost laughed.

There was no sympathy at all when she kept calling him "little brother" in a vulgar tone.

Ning Zhiyuan snorted coldly. When he recovered, he would definitely teach this woman a lesson. How young is he?

…

There were few entertainment programs in rural areas in the 1970s, and there were no radios in the villages.

Everyone had a meal before dark and went to bed early.

When most people were asleep, Wang Bin came out, carrying a tall figure on his back.

The two of them walked lightly, not wanting to alarm anyone.

But as soon as they walked out of the courtyard, they saw a petite figure.

"I said I just went out to the toilet, do you believe me?"

Xia Liang drank too much water at night, so she went out to relieve herself, and the result was...

Seeing how sneaky those two are, she won't be silenced, right?

"Sister Xia Liang..." Wang Bin was used to calling her sister, but when he thought that Xia Liang might be Brother Yuan's woman, he swallowed the word back.

"Can you guys just go on and pretend you didn't see me?"

Xia Liang had guessed long ago that their coming to Yangliu Village must have something to do with Mr. Lu.

I don’t know which company these two are from, but the medical conditions there are much better than here.

They have better places to live, but they come to this barren place. There must be a purpose.

However, Mr. Lu's situation is special and he is still undergoing labor reform.

If they wanted to seek medical treatment, they could only do so secretly.

Xia Liang understood the situation clearly, but didn't want to mix it up.

Ning Zhiyuan naturally recognized Xia Liang's voice.

"Let's follow along."

The cold voice seemed like a gift to Xia Liang.

Xia Liang: You don’t have to take care of me like this.

"Xiaohong is still waiting for me to come back."

Xia Liang spoke weakly, but the man turned his head and looked at her, then spoke calmly:

"Wang Bin, report to the troops tomorrow and tell them that this is my first day here..."

"I'll go. Can't I go?"

He kept grabbing her braid and wouldn't let go. Xia Liang wanted to slap this man twice.

Wang Bin was laughing in an extremely obscene manner, luckily Ning Zhiyuan couldn't see it, otherwise, he would probably have been dragged out to have a good chat about life.

There are still three reformed elderly people in Yangliu Village. Now many of the elderly have returned to the city, and no one knows why there is still no news about these three.

Xia Liang remembered that when she first arrived, there were eight people here, but five of them left within just one winter.

This is the sadness of this era. In a few years, they will all be important figures of the country.

What a pity, but Xia Liang can’t do anything to help them now.

The woman Ning Zhiyuan and his friends were looking for was called Old Lady Lu by the villagers. She was not in good health, so naturally she did not do much work.

If the village chief hadn't bothered with them, the people here would have even less food to eat.

This is the policy nowadays. It is a great fortune for these elderly people that the villagers do not make things difficult for them.

The three of them passed by quietly. At that time, almost everyone in the village was asleep.

The cowshed was quiet and there were no lights on.

I could hear some unknown insect chirping on the road, and when I got closer, I could hear a cough coming from the room.

The cough is not urgent, but it happens frequently.

"Lao Qin, you still can't sleep?"

A woman's voice came from the room, and Xia Liang knew that it was Mr. Lu.

"Yeah, I feel a little depressed."

"You said I'm an old man, I don't know why I'm still holding on to this anger? Just like Lao Li and the others, I can close my eyes and stop suffering."

Old Master Qin said this with a sigh, and it was obvious that he was in a very low mood.

"It's all my fault."

Mr. Lu spoke uneasily. At this time, Xia Liang and the others had already arrived at the door.

"Mr. Lu, can we meet? I've brought the person here."

Wang Bin spoke cautiously, and the old man in the room fell silent, extremely quiet.

"Mr. Lu, Brother Yuan got into trouble while trying to save us. Can you help him? The country needs him."

Wang Bin looked solemn, and there was still no sound in the room.

"Mr. Lu, you..."

"I can't see it."

The person in the room finally spoke, but still didn't open the door.

"My arms can't hold a silver needle."

The door opened with the sound of dragging footsteps.

Old Qin walked over slowly, and couldn't help coughing as he walked.

In the dim light from outside, you can see that his face is pale.

"Come in, all of you."

"You said the children are here. Can you take a look at them for him?"

Old Qin turned around and wanted to light the oil lamp. Xia Liang hurried forward and helped him light it.

Old Lu sat on the kang, his face pale.

There was another old man in the room who had fallen asleep, but he could still hear his snoring. He didn't hear the voices of several people talking.

Xia Liang dimmed the oil lamp a little brighter, and Wang Bin put the person on the kang.

Mr. Lu raised his left hand and pointed at his arm:

"Look at my arm..."

She tried hard to lift it up, but it barely moved after a long time. She had to use her left hand to help, and the arm finally moved up a little.

"I used to give acupuncture with this arm, but now I can't even hold the needle."

The old woman's face was full of loneliness. Her hair was completely white and sparse, barely covering her scalp.

Xia Liang felt sad. It was such a pity for Mr. Lu. It was said that her right arm was broken by one of her students.

The blow was so severe that the bone was broken.

"Mr. Lu, please let Brother Yuan take a look!"