Meng Zhiyu and the others quickly turned around and saw Zhang Qingwan being hugged by a woman with a dirty face that was unrecognizable.
"Save me, save me quickly, quickly, pull her away." Zhang Qingwan couldn't see what the person holding her looked like, but she could smell the stench and the woman's hoarse and indistinct muttering.
Meng Zhiyu and Li Tingman looked at each other, put down the food in their hands, stepped forward, tentatively grasped the woman's black hand which was so thin that only a layer of skin was left, and pulled it out, but it was immediately thrown away and hugged back.
"Auntie, if you have anything to tell us, can we let her go first, auntie, auntie?" Meng Zhiyu looked at the woman who was hugging Zhang Qingwan tightly and tried to communicate with her, but to no avail.
Mu Ziwei first took the food that Zhang Qingwan was holding in her arms and said, "This auntie must be a little confused. You girls should separate them first. Let Song Guangye stay here. I will go call the village chief."
"good."
"Li Tingman and I will hold her hands, Li Qingqing, you hold her waist, and Song Zhiqing will stay aside to prevent her from hurting others." Meng Zhiyu divided the work, and everyone expressed no objection.
Although the woman was unwilling and was shouting something, she didn't have much strength. The three men pulled her away without much effort.
The woman seemed to be frightened by something. She shook off their hands, squatted down and curled up into a ball, shouting loudly, "Bad guys, bad guys, honest, there are bad guys."
Not long after, the village chief and Mu Ziwei hurried over. The village chief was panting, wiping the sweat off his face, and asked, "Are you okay?"
"No, village chief, what's going on with this auntie?"
The village chief glanced at the woman who was mumbling something crazy and looked worried. "Hey, her name is Zhang Jing. She is the wife of Wang Zhengzhi from the village. Two years ago, she gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, and they were stolen. Li Zhengzhi's mother is a widow. When she found out the children were missing, she had a stroke. After searching for several days, there was no news. A few days later, Zhang Jing went crazy."
"What about her husband? He doesn't care that Aunt Zhang is so dirty?" Li Qingqing knew what Zhang Jing had experienced and her eyes turned red with sadness.
"Of course I care, but he has to go out to work, otherwise how will the family eat? Not to mention that I have to spend money on medicine!"
"Where are Aunt Zhang's family members?" Meng Zhiyu was also feeling a little heavy-hearted. It was hard to accept losing just one child, let alone two.
"After all, she is a married girl. Her family has three daughters-in-law, which means it is a big family. Even if we want to, we can't do anything." The village chief was reluctant at first, but after a long time, everyone got used to it.
The village chief was a man, so it was difficult to pull her along. Meng Zhiyu gave her own food to Mu Ziwei and asked him to help take it back. "I'll take Aunt Zhang back."
"I'll go too." Li Qingqing put her own food at Mu Ziwei's feet, "Mu Zhiqing, thank you for your help."
"The two of you are enough. I won't go." Li Tingman picked up her food and glanced at the crazy woman. She had seen her in her previous life, but not long after, the woman fell into the river and drowned. The captain reported it, and the people from the Public Security Bureau came to investigate and determined that she had fallen into the water accidentally.
Zhang Qingwan was quite frightened just now, and Lianlian shook his head, indicating that he would not go either.
Meng Zhiyu and Li Qingqing stood on both sides of Zhang Jing, each holding one arm, and the village chief led the way in front.
Along the way, Zhang Jing was very obedient and walked wherever she was told. When she met villagers on the road, she looked at them without surprise, said hello to the village chief, and left.
Meng Zhiyu and Li Qingqing handed the man over to work and went home. Just as they were about to go out to find their wife Li Zhengzhi, they left immediately.
The two of them walked in silence. Li Qingqing was talking about the plight of a poor woman, while Meng Zhiyu was sighing that he had traveled through a fake book. It seemed that only the beginning and the end were correct, and the rest were either a mess, or characters and events that were not in the book appeared.
When the two returned to the educated youth's residence, dinner was already on the table, except for the two of them.
The two washed their hands and took their own multi-grain dumplings and porridge.
Zhao Shuanglian looked at everyone with a smile, "I'm Zhao Shuanglian, and I've been here for two years."
The mature-looking female educated youth next to her introduced herself, "I'm Song Yun, and I came here with Shuanglian."
"I'm Jiang Zengzhi. My name was given by my mother. I came here half a year ago." The male educated youth with baby fat on his face said with a shy smile.
Meng Zhiyu and others looked at him in surprise. He was still so fair and had baby fat on his face after being in the countryside for half a year. It seemed that his family was well off.
Of course, she must be someone who pays attention to skin care, otherwise her skin would have become wheat-colored long ago.
Then came a male educated youth who looked very confident. "I'm He Zhida, a high school graduate, and my family lives in Beijing."
The teacher and the old educated youth introduced themselves as the new educated youth. After everyone got to know each other, Song Yun said, "You guys just arrived today, so we made two dishes to welcome you. From now on, we will be a team. You must work hard and don't bring shame to us educated youth."
The dishes they cooked were all grown by themselves, one was eggplant and the other was beans. Meng Zhiyu just drank a mouthful of porridge, nothing else, but it was quite thirst-quenching.
The multi-grain dumplings may not look big, but they are actually very filling. The more you chew them, the more filling you become, except that they may be a little choking and sore in the throat.
At this time, just a few drops of oil are added to the stir-fry, and then it is just dry stir-fry, which is really not delicious. Meng Zhiyu ate two bites of eggplant, and when he wanted to pick up some beans, he saw a pair of chopsticks stirring them. Suddenly, his desire to eat beans disappeared.
"He Zhiqing, could you please stop stirring things around with your chopsticks?" Li Qingqing held up her chopsticks and frowned as she looked at He Zhida who was stirring things as he pleased.
He Zhida was concentrating on picking up his chopsticks, trying to find some beans that he liked. When he heard Li Qingqing's words, he felt unhappy. "What's wrong? I've always been like this. No one said anything before. Why are you causing so much trouble when you come?"
"Your chopsticks are covered in saliva." Li Qingqing pointed at his chopsticks.
"This dish is not yours. If you don't want to eat it, you don't have to. No one invited you to eat it. I can do whatever I want. What's it to you?" He Zhida looked at her provocatively with his chopsticks and picked at the food faster.
Li Qingqing was so angry that she started crying. Song Yun said, "Alright, Li Zhiqing just got here. He Zhiqing, you should stop talking too much."
Zhao Shuanglian smiled and tried to smooth things over. "Yes, yes, that's He Zhiqing's habit. He said it was the experience of their older generation, and the whole family picked and chose to eat this way because they thought it tasted better this way."
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