“It’s him, Brother Guozhi. I recognize the clothes he’s wearing. The man who was arguing with Sister Chunhua on the hillside that day was wearing the same clothes.”
“I was far away at the time, and there were small trees blocking my way. By the time I got closer, Sister Chunhua had rolled down the hillside, and the man had run away.”
"Although I didn't see the man's face, the clothes were so big, I'm not blind, I could recognize him."
A girl with braided pigtails came out and pointed at Xie Lin, accusing him.
"So it really was you! You bastard! Chunhua is so kind, and she was carrying my child. How could you seduce her and do that kind of thing?" Yang Guozhi was heartbroken.
"It's all my fault, all my fault. If I hadn't been so preoccupied with the work in the fields, thinking about planting more grain for her and the children to eat better, she wouldn't have felt lonely and gone out to find another man..."
"It's me, I'm such a bastard, Chunhua, come back! I was wrong, I promise I'll spend more time with you from now on, and I'll do less work in the fields. Please come back."
A giant pot fell from the sky. Xie Lin saw Chou Chou's actions, calmly took his wife's hand, and looked at her with disdain.
If he hadn't watched TV dramas from later generations and known the term "green tea," he wouldn't have been able to think of any word to describe this man.
He's not good-looking, but his thoughts are disgusting.
The scheming in their eyes was easy to hide from the honest villagers.
How could you possibly keep it from a soldier who had risked his life on the battlefield and had been poisoned by countless TV dramas?
I'll retaliate and nail him to the ground.
"Keep talking. If you can talk, then talk more. With just a few words, you can nail two people to the pillar of shame. How easy is that?"
“Even though there aren’t many calluses on his hands, he claims to work harder to make a living.”
"Except for his face, which looks like a man, he's like a gigolo in every other way. Does he look like someone who can pick up a hoe and spend all day in the fields sweating profusely?"
"Oh, by the way, you were talking about working hard for your wife and children. What a devoted man."
"I don't know if your wife is really seeing other men, but you are definitely trying to get yourself cuckolded."
"I have to say, for this reason alone, I can give you one word: warrior."
Yao Qiuping, the girl with braided pigtails, was the first to lose her temper, stomping her feet and roaring angrily.
"You're talking nonsense. Do you think you can smear Brother Guozhi with just your words? Everyone in the village knows how hardworking Brother Guozhi is."
“My house is right next to Grandma Yao’s. As long as you’re not blind, you can see him going out with a hoe every day. He comes back covered in sweat. What a good man he is. It’s just that Sister Chunhua doesn’t know how to cherish him.”
Xie Lin chuckled.
“This woman who’s trying to frame me, you’re not blind, you’re definitely not blind.”
“I really didn’t know how good your brother Guozhi was, but my wife and children and I came all the way here on a raft. We had just landed and hadn’t even gone into the village to ask the villagers for a bowl of water when you recognized me. Your eyesight is really good.”
"Oh right, we came from the southwest. You're incredibly amazing; you can recognize my clothes even after traveling thousands of miles."
Yao Qiuping's face turned pale and then red. She gritted her teeth and stopped talking, but her eyes were fierce, as if she wanted to stare a hole through Xie Lin.
Damn it, how can there be such a sharp-tongued man?
He deserves to be poor to death, dressed in rags.
Grandma Yao stopped sobbing and looked at Yang Guozhi's hands with suspicion.
Although Yang Guozhi did not marry into the family, the couple lived at home after their marriage. This was because the Yang family's house was not big enough, and their granddaughter wanted to keep her company as an old woman.
Because of her weak health, she has focused on taking care of her pregnant granddaughter at home ever since Yang Guozhi promised to take on all the work in the fields.
My granddaughter's pregnancy isn't going well; it's quite distressing, and she has no energy left to tend to the farm work.
Yang Guozhi carries a hoe and leaves early and returns late every day. The neighbors also praise him for being filial, so in the past few months, apart from tending to the vegetable garden in the yard, she has not gone to the fields once.
Yang Guozhi felt his face burning with embarrassment and the intense gaze on him. He clenched his fists guiltily, stopped whimpering, and looked utterly miserable.
“I work in the fields every day, working myself to the bone, all for this family, to give Chunhua a good life. As an adult man, I burn a lot of energy working, so it’s normal for me to lose weight.”
Shishi said sarcastically, "Oh yeah, that's perfectly normal. According to you, everyone in the village should be skinny, so why are you the only one who's wasting time?"
"Now that the land is contracted to individual households and the work-point system is over, can't you tell if you're really working hard or just pretending? Just take a look at the condition of the fields."
"Does that mean you're the only one with a mouth, while everyone else is blind?"
The villagers looked at each other in bewilderment.
The words may be rough, but the principle is sound. Why waste words when you can see the truth for yourself?
There was a piece of land adjacent to Yao's, which seemed to have suddenly gained wisdom.
"Grandma Yao, the Yang family is farming your land this year. Yang Guozhi said you gave your approval, didn't you know?"
“I remember now. During the spring planting season, I saw the Yang family working in Aunt Yao’s field. The whole family was very happy, as if they had found a treasure. But I didn’t see Yang Guozhi.”
Old Mrs. Yao was shocked. "No, why would our land be given to the Yang family?"
"As everyone knows, there are only two people in my family, Chunhua and I. We were allocated very little land to begin with, so what would we eat if we gave it away?"
"Guozhi, what exactly is going on? Didn't you say you did all the work in the fields? Did you ask your family to come and help?"
The villagers all make a living by tending the fields; how could they possibly give it away?
But, with such a small plot of land, do we really need that many people?
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