Mrs. Zhao blocked her grandson behind her, pointed at Gou Wa and cursed, raising her hand to slap him, "What nonsense are you talking about, you son of a bitch."
Mother Zhou quickly pulled Gou Wa behind her, grabbed her hand, and slapped her directly, "You damn old woman, you dare to hit my grandson, do you think I'm dead?"
Mrs. Zhao was stunned for a moment after being hit, and then she reacted and wanted to hit back, but before she could raise her hand, she was stopped by Mrs. Sun, "What are you doing? You dare to hit my son? I will fight you."
Sun grabbed Mrs. Zhao's hair and pulled it hard, causing Mrs. Zhao to burst into tears in pain.
The captain looked at the chaotic scene, clutching his chest and shouting, "Stop it, everyone! You don't want your work points anymore, right? Ah!"
"Mrs. Zhao, our entire brigade knows what your grandson is like. Since he's still young, I won't report him. I'll deduct seven days' work points from your family, and you'll have to clean the cowshed."
"What about that shrew Zhou? I can't be the only one to be punished, right?" Mrs. Zhao knew that once the captain said something, it would be impossible to change it. She glanced at the smug mother-in-law and daughter-in-law and said unconvincedly.
"What do you mean by that? You can deduct my work points. When my husband has no money to see a doctor or buy medicine, I will go to your house and make trouble." Zhou said to Mrs. Zhao nonchalantly.
The captain looked at them impatiently and said, "Alright, alright, Nanzhu's family, Jianming's family, go clean the cowshed together."
Meng Zhiyu moved his aching hand. Seeing that he had finished the punishment, he asked, "Captain, I was kind-hearted, but Sister Lin pushed me and injured my hand. How do you deal with this?"
She was eager to save people at that time and had no time to argue with her. Now that the child is fine, she has to ask for some compensation, especially because of Mrs. Zhao.
"Then let Lin compensate you with three work points." The captain looked at the palm of her hand and said.
When Mrs. Zhao heard this, she was about to step forward and say something, but Zhou Songbai pulled Tuwa in front of Mrs. Zhao, who then stepped on her grandson's foot.
When he got to the field, Meng Zhiyu continued to squat and bought a bottle of disinfectant while no one was paying attention, and disinfected his palms.
Today she was still weeding, so she spent a gold coin to buy a pair of knitted gloves from the mall. Today she weeded much faster than yesterday.
Meng Zhiyu was working and studying at the same time, working furiously. Aunt Niu stopped to drink some water after a while, and praised Meng Zhiyu who was still pulling weeds, "Little Meng, stop and rest for a while. Isn't your hand injured?"
Meng Zhiyu stopped and smiled obediently at Aunt Niu, "Okay, Aunt Niu."
"Xiaoyu, tell me, can you really kiss someone alive with your kissing technique?"
Meng Zhiyu looked at Aunt Niu, who was full of curiosity, and the group of people around her who were obviously listening with their ears perked up, and explained, "Aunt Niu, you can't say that casually. That is also a medical method of saving lives. It's not a kiss on the lips, but blowing into the patient's mouth."
Rumors kill people. Meng Zhiyu didn't want to be sent to jail for no reason because of the gossipy ideas of the gossipers. She patiently explained to them clearly and emphasized that this was a medical method to save lives. It was not some kind of magic, nor was it something that could bring the dead back to life by just kissing or touching breasts.
At noon, when she was lining up to get her score, Zhou Songbai walked up to her and said, "Your custom cabinets are all ready. Will they be delivered to you at noon or in the afternoon?"
Meng Zhiyu glanced at the dazzling sun overhead and said, "Maybe in the afternoon."
"Yeah." Zhou Songbai responded and turned and left.
It was Meng Zhiyu's turn to report her points. She held her hat and happily said her work points, "Two and a half points."
A little bit better than yesterday.
Li Lian'er curled her lips in disdain, saying sarcastically, "Two and a half minutes? That's really a lot!"
Meng Zhiyu, palm facing upward, pushed the notebook in Li Lian'er's hand and slapped it against her face. "Yes, there really are a lot."
After saying that, he ignored the frantic Li Lian'er, hummed a little tune, walked to his friend, and walked back together.
"Mu Zhiqing, I saw Li Lian'er talking to you while we were working. Is she pursuing you?" Li Qingqing asked him curiously while fanning herself with her hands.
Mu Ziwei looked helpless and said arrogantly, "Yeah, there's nothing I can do. It's because I'm so handsome!"
As he spoke, he deliberately stroked his wet short hair with his hand, looking narcissistic.
A few of them returned to the educated youth's yard, chatting and laughing, and still divided the work and worked together to cook.
After lunch, several people sat under the big tree in the yard to enjoy the cool breeze. Meng Zhiyu took out a bottle of jam and shared it with them. Li Tingman scooped a small spoonful and tasted it. "It tastes good."
Li Qingqing also nodded and said it was delicious. "Did you make this yourself or buy it?"
"I made it myself." Meng Zhiyu savored the sour and sweet taste in his mouth.
Seeing Song Yun and Zhao Shuanglian returning to their rooms after dinner, and remembering how she had helped him that morning, he asked loudly, "Song Zhiqing, do you want some jam?"
Song Yun had actually seen Meng Zhiyu and the others sitting under a tree eating something, but he didn't expect her to call him. He wanted to refuse, but then he thought of something and walked over. "I want to talk to you and Li Tingman about the thief."
Meng Zhiyu and Li Tingman exchanged glances, then smiled and said, "Okay."
When Li Qingqing and the others heard her say this, they stood up and went back to the house.
Meng Zhiyu listened to what she meant and found that it coincided with his own idea. They both wanted to pretend to be asleep at night and catch the thief in the act.
Meng Zhiyu and Li Tingman nodded, indicating that they had no objection. "Song Zhiqing, try the jam I made. Thank you for speaking up for me this morning."
Song Yun also guessed that this was the reason, but his expression remained calm. "No, I'm just saying what I want to say, not trying to help you."
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