When Su Qingluan arrived at the place where the notices were posted at the entrance of the village, she immediately knew why the notices she had posted were damaged.
The first was the location where she posted the notice. Although it was within her height range—after all, Su Qingluan was only thirteen or fourteen years old and not particularly tall—she had tried to get as high as possible, but because the middle position was occupied by other notices, Su Qingluan could only move hers to the side.
The paste placed next to it can be taken at any time, but the sticking ability of this thing is closely related to the thickness of the paste at that time and Su Qingluan's own paste painting skills. Unfortunately, Su Qingluan had never used paste before, so she just applied it casually.
As a result, there was too little glue on one side, and she only put a little glue on each of the four corners, so when the wind blew, half of the notice fell off.
Although the notice booth has an eaves to protect most notices from wind and rain, some notices like this one have half of them hanging outside and fluttering in the wind. Half of the numbers on the notices have been wetted by the rain. When the wind pulled them, the damp rice paper could not withstand the force, and part of the content of the recruitment notice was lost.
Su Qingluan: ...This situation was something she had never imagined.
The old notice was completely unusable. It was hanging in the air, taking up space and being an eyesore. Su Qingluan simply tore it off and threw it away.
Looking down at the newly written piece, Su Qingluan secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, no matter what she wrote on the blank rice paper, she would leave a space around it according to the habit of framing it in her previous life. This time, she must cover the surrounding area with paste.
After applying the paste, Su Qingluan looked at the words on the notice at the bottom, which were blurred by the rain, and decided to try hard this time and try to post it higher.
However, ideals are full and reality is very skinny. Su Qingluan is short, and no matter how hard she tries to stand on tiptoe, it will have little effect on raising the position of the notice.
Just as she felt like she had transformed into a giant gecko, struggling to climb in front of the notice board, a familiar voice rang out from behind her: "...Daya? What are you doing?"
Su Qingluan twisted her neck with great effort, and vaguely saw Tian Xing'er and several others out of the corner of her eye.
"I want to post this notice higher, but I'm not tall enough..." Su Qingluan had difficulty speaking because she had to twist her neck and stand on tiptoe.
Perhaps because Su Qingluan's strange speaking posture was too outrageous, Tian Xing'er quickly walked to her side and said impatiently, "Give it to me!"
Although Que'er is the oldest among these girls, Tian Xing'er, although two years younger, is almost the same height as Que'er, so she is half a head taller than Su Qingluan.
Tian Xing'er took the notice from Su Qingluan's hand and effortlessly pasted the paper much higher than Su Qingluan's previous position.
Seeing this, Su Qingluan hurriedly expressed her gratitude.
Tian Xing'er waved her hand. "Oh, what are you thanking me for?" Then she turned back to look at the notice. "Who wrote this?"
Su Qingluan pointed at herself. Liu'er, who was standing behind her, rushed over immediately and said in amazement, "Daya, you can write! You are amazing!"
Tian Xing'er was also very envious: "I asked my parents to hire a female teacher to teach me how to read, but they said it was useless for me to learn so many words..."
Su Qingluan patted her shoulder comfortingly, and moved her arm which was a little sore from being raised high. In her heart, she sighed: It turns out that it is not an isolated phenomenon to believe that "a woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent". I am afraid that a girl who can read and write is the "oddball" in this world.
When she turned around, Su Qingluan saw clearly: although Tian Xing'er and her friends were still together today, there was one person missing.
"Where is Que'er?" Su Qingluan asked curiously.
As soon as she asked this question, the air around them seemed to become a little depressing, and everyone fell silent.
...Did she say something wrong? Su Qingluan felt uneasy: Should we change the subject?
Just as I was thinking this, Tian Xing'er spoke.
Her voice was a little low. "Sister Que'er's previous marriage to the Chen family has finally been finalized. From today on, she will start sewing her wedding dress, and she will choose a date to get married after the Mid-Autumn Festival."
Su Qingluan was surprised: "So hurried? Even if it is... it's not urgent, right?" She held back and didn't say the words "selling my daughter for money".
These words were too harsh and piercing even for the girls in front of him.
But when Su Qingluan thought that such a gentle and lovely girl in her prime was going to marry an old man who was more than qualified to be her father, she felt as if a stone was weighing on her heart, and she was so depressed that she couldn't speak.
Tian Xing'er sighed, "I heard it's from the Chen family. The man isn't feeling well, so they want Sister Que'er to marry him as soon as possible...they say they want a happy marriage."
Congratulations to his grandmother!
Su Qingluan cursed in her heart, but she knew that no matter what she thought in her heart, she couldn't say a single word.
Otherwise, if something really happens to the Chen family, and Su Qingluan is Que'er's friend, then all kinds of nasty things will be directed at Que'er.
"Although Sister Que'er can't come out, we can go see her," Liu'er came over, "Now we're going to Sister Que'er's house, Daya, do you want to go?"
Su Qingluan asked where Que'er lived. It turned out that she lived in the same direction as her home. In fact, her home was even closer, about a cup of tea's distance away!
Thinking that she could just go home and tell her parents about her plans, Su Qingluan nodded and said, "I'll go too!"
Along the way, perhaps because they knew their good friend was about to enter a marriage that was destined to be unhappy, everyone was in a low mood and was much quieter than the previous time.
Su Qingluan wanted to find a topic to divert the girls' attention, so she asked, "I noticed that many of the notices on the notice board were written in the same handwriting. Is there someone in the village who is specifically responsible for writing notices?"
As soon as Su Qingluan asked this question, the attention of several girls was drawn and they looked at her.
Tian Xing'er looked at her with a very strange look and asked, "You don't know?"
"What?" Su Qingluan was confused.
"Don't you know whose handwriting is the most beautiful?"
Su Qingluan shook her head: She should know?
Tian Xing'er looked at Su Qingluan's confused expression and sighed, "I finally understand now. You really didn't try to fool us in the beginning..."
Su Qingluan: ...
What a mess this is... Can you please stop talking in riddles?
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