Chapter 78 The Intelligent Educated Youth 12
Duan Ji didn't understand Yan Xia's mysterious answer.
At the back, the aunt also heard it and silently moved her butt back.
She saw it clearly just now, and it was obvious that the bald spot on his head was not shaved by human.
This suggests that there may be a genetic factor running in the family.
That won’t do. It would be okay if I give birth to a boy, but it’s a girl with a bald head. That’s not okay, absolutely not okay.
Yan Xia realized later that the enthusiastic aunt had become quiet.
He turned his head and looked back, then met the aunt's evasive gaze.
Yan Xia: “………………”
Although he did achieve the effect he wanted, it still felt a little weird.
Yan Xia silently withdrew her gaze, and the aunt was relieved. She was a little annoyed that she had disclosed her eldest granddaughter's information too quickly. She secretly thought that if she encountered such a situation again in the future, she would have to learn more about it.
The second half of the journey was very quiet, but Yan Xia's sea of consciousness was not very quiet.
【28-year-old girl】: "@I'm a person again, baby, what happened just now? Tell me about it."
[Young girl]: "Let me guess, your hair is falling out again?"
[Twenty-eight-year-old girl]: "Don't mind it, a little bald head is also very cute. You had a little bald head before you were one year old."
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It seems that Ms. Su is very idle now, and her mind is tapping away.
[Another person]: "Little bald head? Where is the little bald head?"
His hair is very thick now. Did something happen in the past?
I don't remember.
Yan Xia's question words had the momentum of an affirmative sentence.
【Young girl】: “…………”
[28-year-old girl]: "Indeed not."
What can she do when her own child starts to deceive himself? Of course she should cooperate.
Yan Xia was in a much better mood, and the second half of the drive was not so difficult to endure. It felt like not much time had passed before the shadow of the commune appeared before his eyes.
When getting on the bus, we were like sardines, and getting off was not much better. I don’t know if people were really in a hurry or just trying to save their time, but everyone was rushing to get off the bus.
The aunt who was sitting behind Yan Xia was also among the large group of people squeezing to get off the bus. She had a lot of stuff with her, was old and short, and as expected, she was squeezed and almost fell off her seat.
Yan Xia sat in his seat without moving and raised his hand to support.
The aunt's eyes were complicated, and she said the same thing: "Thank you, young man, you are such a good person."
It's the same words, but the tone is different.
Yan Xia heard it and realized that this was a real good guy card.
With this good guy card, Yan Xia walked back to the commune with Duan Ji and Li Xingchang.
They had to go to work today, so naturally there were no ox carts coming to the commune, so they could only walk for an hour with their things.
Yan Xia bought a lot of things in the county, carrying large and small bags. Li Xingchang next to him had even more things than him. It would be quite tiring to walk for an hour carrying so many things.
As a result, Comrade Li's eyes were sparkling all the way, full of curiosity that had already appeared in the car. After Yan Xia finally got used to the gaze, as soon as he returned to the team, he met more pairs of the same gaze.
Yan Xia: “………………”
Here it comes, here it comes, the curious and gossipy looks he had anticipated finally arrived.
From the moment we separated from Tan Dazhi and his group yesterday, we could tell from Tan Dazhi's impatient but deliberately suppressed tone of excitement what they would say to their families after they returned after delivering the grain.
Word of mouth spreads from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred. The power of civilian intelligence organizations has always been strong.
Yan Xia had no doubt that even the old hens in Pingtan Brigade might know that he was a little bald guy.
The three of them passed by their work site.
There wasn't much work to do after the autumn harvest, so everyone straightened up and looked over here...
"Are the young educated youth Yan and Duan back?"
"Are you tired from the meeting?"
"Have you been to the county? I heard the zoo has introduced a new big tiger."
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They chatted back and forth, and it sounded like they were all ordinary greetings. Yan Xia politely responded to everything he could say, and the atmosphere seemed very harmonious.
It's just...it would be better if everyone didn't look at his head so uniformly.
That naked gaze seemed to see through the top of his head through his hair, as if he wished his eyes could make him disappear out of thin air.
He could even imagine the scene.
A pair of eyes shot over to him, and with a whoosh, his hair disappeared, leaving behind his shiny little head.
In fact, this is what the folks think.
Yesterday, when the grain deliverers came back, Dazhi described vividly that the educated youth Yan was actually a bald man. No one believed it at first. How could the educated youth Yan be bald when he was so handsome?
However, the scene described by Tan Dazhi was so real, and the accounting secretary and several others also said so, which made them believe it.
There was no bald head in the Pingtan Brigade, and the villagers wanted to see something new, but it turned out that this young educated youth Yan had his hair well-maintained.
The desire to watch the fun was not satisfied, and some aunts had a look of regret in their eyes, and their minds were scattered.
This led to, a day or two later.
Yan Ji felt that someone was staring at his head frequently, with sparkling eyes, as if trying to tell whether his hair was real or fake.
Yan Ji: “………………”
The villagers' idea was very simple. It was hereditary. The elder Yan Zhiqing was the younger Yan Zhiqing's older brother, so maybe he had inherited the trait.
Yan Xia smiled insincerely at this situation. After all, they were brothers, so it was reasonable for them to share the hardships.
This situation lasted for several days until the villagers' novelty wore off, and some minor incidents occurred during this period.
First of all, I became more familiar with Duan Ji. I don’t know if it was because Yan Xia performed too well during the meeting that Duan Ji also felt that he had the intelligence and talent in this area.
Whenever he encountered any small problems, he would come to Yan Xia to discuss them. Yan Xia admired Duan Zhiqing from the bottom of his heart for his ability to concentrate on research.
Of course, his system brain can find the answers to some questions, so sometimes he will reveal a little bit without leaving a trace.
Yan Xia’s idea was actually quite simple. They didn’t have much time to stay in this place, so he would help as much as he could.
As the two of them interacted more, the villagers' opinions changed. They just felt that...
As expected, this young educated youth Yan is a smart one. His current situation might be because he used his brain too much in the past.
Yan Xia had no idea what his fellow villagers were thinking, and he just lived his life as usual.
There are also some small episodes that come from the children in the team.
Adults always understand more about the ways of the world. Sometimes, curiosity can be a good thing, but one still needs to maintain a sense of propriety.
This is not necessarily the case with children, they are simple and straightforward, they say whatever they want.
Just like at this moment, Yan Xia met five or six children at the foot of his own mountain, two of whom he had some impression of.
The oldest one was Li Xingchang's nephew whom he met last time when he was catching rabbits in the mountains. His nickname was Goudan. There was also a little girl who looked familiar to him. She was the captain's eldest granddaughter, Xiao Tianya.
A few people were playing games there. When Yan Xia passed by, Goudan called him, "Uncle Zhiqing."
Xiao Tianya: "It's the educated youth brother."
It is said that little girls are considerate. Yan Xia smiled at the little sweet girl and said, "Is there something you want to ask me?"
Xiao Tianya didn’t, she was just correcting it.
Goudan rushed over with a fierce look on his face, raising his arm: "I have something to ask! Educated Youth... Brother, can I touch your bald head?"
Yan Xia: “…………”
Big brother is a little educated, but he doesn’t want to pay attention to you.
Is it polite?
The smile on Yan Xia's face paused for a second. The problem that he had worried about before, which was not being able to remove the hair, finally came. But they were just a few kids. Wouldn't it be easy to fool them?
Yan Xia touched Goudan's short hair and said, "It's the same if you touch your own."
Goudan's hair is shaved so short that he is almost bald. I don't know if his family is afraid that he will get lice or they simply think it is troublesome to wash his hair. His scalp is clearly visible and it can be cleaned by just wiping it with a towel.
Goudan, whose head was rubbed, was not angry. He said with reason: "It's different. I'm not. My uncle said yours is like a light bulb."
His parents didn't let him go to the educated youth to ask, so he didn't go there specifically, it was the educated youth who passed by first.
Yan Xia: “…………”
So, this is how Comrade Li Xingchang framed him after he returned home?
Before Yan Xia could come to his senses, the children, who were always imaginative, had already started talking about something else. Xiao Tianya asked, "What does a light bulb look like?"
A child replied: "I haven't seen it, but there must be one in the city. My grandma said it glows at night, so you don't have to grope in the dark when you get up to pee."
"It's nice in the city."
"Then it's like the sun."
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A few little kids are chattering like little chicks, so cute.
Hearing these words, Yan Xia immediately changed the subject, as if possessed by a teacher: "Then you must study hard in the future. When you go to junior high school or high school, you may be able to find a job in the city. Then you can look at light bulbs every day."
The little sweet girl spoke in a baby voice. Now that she had come to the city, she was naturally not satisfied with just looking at the light bulbs: "I also want to make a new skirt!"
“I want to drive a big truck.”
"I want to go to a restaurant and eat big meat every day!"
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With just one word from Yan Xia, the children began to imagine their future. Yan Xia listened with a smile for a long time, then left quietly.
Goudan, who had just been thinking about driving a big truck in the future, touched his head and felt something was wrong.
Oh no, never mind!
“Driving a big truck is the coolest!”
"No, let's go to a restaurant and eat whatever we want."
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The childish and hopeful words of the children echoed in the countryside, simple and beautiful.
Yan Xia returned home with the childish voice fading away.
At home, Ms. Su had just prepared dinner and the food was on the table.
Su Wenyin: "Let's go to the mountain and pick up some more firewood tomorrow."
They didn't stockpile much to begin with, and because they were particular about cooking, they used more than other families. As a result, even though they brought some back some time ago, the woodshed is still largely empty.
Yan Xia: "Okay, but I guess we have to go a little further."
As the days passed, the weather became visibly colder, and the work in the fields was not very tiring.
Normally, people would go up the mountain during the short time after work, hoping to take advantage of this period before winter to get more food for their homes so that they could spend the winter more comfortably.
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The next day, morning.
Just as Yan Xia guessed, there were a lot of people. In fact, since the autumn harvest, the number of people going up the mountain has increased.
They met many villagers and educated youth along the way. Many days had passed, and the curiosity of adults had long disappeared. No one glanced at Yan Xia and Yan Ji's heads anymore. There was only normal daily chat...
"Are several educated youth going into the mountains today?"
Yan Xia: “Yeah.”
"This area has been picked clean, we need to go further in."
"Don't go too far. There are blind bears in the mountains. Some people have seen them before."
Su Wenyin: "Okay, thank you for the reminder, Auntie."
The aunt waved her hands and said, "Oh! What are you thanking me for? You newcomers don't know. Before, there was a new educated youth in the Xiangqian Brigade who got lost and ran deep into the mountains. He was almost eaten by a tiger. Their brigade leader led people to search for him for half a day before finding him."
Yan Xia had a lingering fear on his face: "Let's just walk around halfway up the mountain."
The materials are so expensive that they cannot be eaten. He knew that. Yan Meng lost an arm in the last life. Although he picked up some scraps, he still lost a lot of money after returning to the bureau.
Besides, the mission time was about to be halfway through. If something happened at this time, wouldn't it be a huge loss? They would not do a business that would lose money.
After saying goodbye to the enthusiastic aunt, Yan Xia and his friends did not go very far at the beginning, but sometimes thoughts and actions are not in sync.
Every household in the entire brigade had to store firewood for the winter, and there wasn't much to pick up halfway up the mountain. As Yan Xia and his companions walked, they strayed from their route.
It wasn't deep in the mountains, but it was still quite remote. The most important thing was that... there were not many people around, and the number of villagers they met along the way was getting fewer and fewer.
As time passed, the sun gradually moved from the east to the top of the sky.
Yan Xia tied another bundle of firewood with a rope and shouted to Su Wenyin, who was bending over to chop firewood about ten meters away, "Let's go back after we finish this?"
He wasn't that tired, it was just noon and he was hungry.
His father and his older brother had already gone back carrying a few bundles. They had collected quite a lot in the morning and they certainly couldn't finish them in one trip.
Su Wenyin swung the axe without looking over there, "Are you hungry?"
As the saying goes, no one knows a child better than his mother. Su Wenyin understood the underlying meaning of Yan Xia's words.
Yan Xia touched her belly: "Hmm."
Su Wenyin pouted: "I'm hungry too."
While the mother and son were busy with their work, they started talking about what to eat for lunch. Halfway through the conversation, Yan Xia suddenly heard a few "cooing" sounds coming from not far away, and there seemed to be the sound of flapping wings.
Yan Xia swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth, and concentrated his ears, and said to his mother, "There is movement."
Ms. Su stopped swinging the knife and just stood there. The mother and son looked as if they were copied and pasted together.
Half a minute later, Yan Xia put down the rope in his hand and went quietly up the slope to his upper right.
Su Wenyin also put down her knife and followed her son. The mother and son tiptoed like thieves.
Su Wenyin whispered in Yan Xia's ear: "It's probably a wild chicken."
Yan Xia nodded, he thought so too.
Soon, the noise became more and more obvious, but it didn't move all the time. The thing fluttered a few times, rested, and then fluttered a few times.
Following the noise, Yan Xia took three or two steps forward and pulled aside a patch of grass.
What I saw was indeed a big pheasant, its claws entangled in the vines on the ground.
But there was something unexpected. There were a few chicks next to the pheasant.
Su Wenyin: "Wow!! There's also a little pheasant."
These days, it is almost impossible for pheasant eggs to hatch. Not only will the eggs be stolen by people, but it is also not easy for the mother pheasant to survive.
When they saw the little pheasant for the first time, both Yan Xia and her son were filled with curiosity, but for the mother pheasant and the chick, there was only fear.
The mother pheasant flapped its wings even more vigorously, and kept hiding the four cubs under her wings.
The little pheasant was probably frightened by the sudden appearance of Yan Xia and her son. It was trembling and making "chichichi" sounds, making the two of them look like bullies.
Yan Xia didn't take any action either. He just squatted aside and watched quietly.
The mother pheasant's claws have probably been tangled for a few days, the vines have been rubbed into a mess, and she herself looks a little listless.
Even so, in order to protect its cub, its eyes were still fierce, and the hair on its tail stood up, in a ten-by-ten defensive posture.
Yan Xia made a "tsk" sound and said to the hen, "You are lucky to have met us. If someone else comes, you and your children... no, the chickens will have to be reunited in the pot."
When he only heard the noise before, he actually thought he could have an extra meal tonight.
But now this situation...
If there was only one pheasant here, he would definitely take the chicken, but there were still a few little ones, so he felt a little reluctant to do so.
Although they might not live to grow up, it would be a sin to let them die in his hands.
Besides, the mother pheasant doesn't have much meat after being hungry for several days, and the little pheasants have even less. They don't need to eat any of it, so there's no need.
Su Wenyin also squatted aside and looked into the bushes, frowning slightly: "It looks like it's a bit tightly wrapped."
The two of them didn't bring any tools, so Yan Xia reached out and said, "Let's see if we can untie it first."
As a result, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was almost bitten in the mouth.
Yan Xia hissed subconsciously and quickly withdrew his hand.
The pheasant's clucking was very tragic, and a mother's determination to protect her cubs should not be underestimated.
Yan Xia comforted him: "I'll untie it for you. If you keep clinging to it for a few days, you'll starve to death."
Mother pheasant: "Cluck! Cluck!!"
Su Wenyin saw the man and the chicken talking incoherently and reminded them, "Where's your translator? Try to see if it works."
Yan Xia had an expression of "So I have this thing". He had forgotten about it. He had used it in the first world, but he couldn't use it in the second world because there were too many types of monsters, and none of them were common animals in the Three Thousand Worlds. Therefore, the small program written by Brother Fo could not be used at all.
However, pheasants are a common species, so there should be no problem.
Yan Xia's consciousness entered the sea of consciousness, and he dug out this small program from a corner and ran it, and then he saw the translation page showing...
Female pheasant: "Get out! Get out!!"
Chicken 1: “Mmmmm…”
Chicken 2: "Woo woo..."
Chicken Little 3: "Afraid..."
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The vocabulary is very simple, and some even only have modal particles.
Once the mini program was running, when Yan Xia reached out again, the soothing words turned into cooing.
Female pheasant: "Cluck! Cluck!!"
(Get lost! Get lost!!)
Yan Xia: "Gugugugugugugu..."
(Don’t be afraid, I’ll solve it for you…)
As a result, the more Yan Xia cackled, the harder the pheasant struggled. Su Wenyin couldn't bear it anymore and just grabbed it violently.
"That's it!"
Yan Xia: “Gugugugugugu…”
(Don't move your claws...)
The hen pheasant continued to cluck, and her cries became more and more miserable.
As Yan Xia was untying the vines, he suddenly realized that there seemed to be a bug in this small program.
Oh, no... not a bug.
What did Brother Fo say at that time? He said that he...
Suitable for duck.
Because they can communicate freely among the ducks, but in the chicken coop they always only say one sentence.
He was just busy shouting and didn't look at the translation.
Yan Xia's consciousness called up the translation page, which clearly read...
Yan Xia: "I'll beat you to death..."
Yan Xia: “………………”
No wonder the pheasant was struggling. It seemed that none of his words of comfort were delivered.
Not only did he fail to pass the ball, he also threatened to beat the person to death. It would be strange if he didn't struggle.
Yan Xia did not expect that the character of the Hammer King in the chicken circle could be extended to the wild chicken circle.
Su Wenyin, who heard her son's retelling of the situation, said: "…………"
Su Wenyin: "Send it to me and try."
The mother and son did not stop their hands, and there were movements in their sea of consciousness. Yan Xia sent the mini program to his mother.
After Su Wenyin started running, she tentatively uttered: "Gugugugugugugugu..."
The female pheasant struggled frantically again.
Su Wenyin opened the translator and saw...
Su Wenyin: "I'll knock your head off..."
Su Wenyin: “………………”
This was not the result she wanted.
Yan Xia glanced sideways: "What did you translate?"
Su Wenyin recounted it.
Yan Xia: “………………”
Is this the power of genes?
The mother and her chicks did not try to calm the struggling pheasant by calling out to comfort it, for fear that by the time the vines were untied, the chick would be frightened to death.
This vine looks messy from the outside, but it is actually quite easy to untie it along the grain.
Yan Xia cooperated with his mother, and five minutes later, the mother pheasant was freed and ran away with her cubs without looking back.
The speed was so fast that it didn't look like it was in a state of fatigue after being trapped for two days.
Yan Xia: "Tsk, you have no conscience and don't even know how to say thank you."
Su Wenyin laughed: "Maybe he's afraid of being beaten."
Yan Xia's expression paused. He felt helpless about the fact that he had no talent for speaking in chicken words.
But this was Su Wenyin’s first time in this field, and she was afraid of irritating the wild chickens again, so she didn’t say anything. Now that she no longer has this concern, she is excited again.
She muttered several times, not quite believing it.
Yan Xia also practiced it subconsciously.
The result is that there are two people in the translator...
"I'll beat you to death!"
"Blow your head off!"
You hit me and I hit you back, it was quite violent, and it looked like the mother and son had become enemies.
After practicing for a while, Su Wenyin had to accept the reality that she had no talent in this area.
Yan Xia remained silent. He realized that this was inherited from his mother, and it was not his own fault.
Just as the mother and son were about to continue bundling firewood, footsteps were suddenly heard on a slope nearby. Yan Xia looked over there and saw Li Xingchang tiptoeing with a stick in his hand.
This posture seems somehow familiar.
Li Xingchang was also surprised when he saw the people and whispered, "It's the young educated youth Yan and Su."
Yan Xia: "What are you doing...?"
Li Xingchang put a finger to his mouth and said, "Shh, I just heard pheasants calling, I guess there are two."
Yan Xia turned around and looked at his mother, and they saw the same meaning in each other's eyes.
Pheasants...are you talking about them?
Li Xingchang pricked up his ears: "Strange, why didn't it call? I could clearly hear it from a long distance away."
Yan Xia: “………………”
Because, the 'pheasant' is standing right in front of you.
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