The country girl, Mrs. Zhao, with tears in her eyes and a crooked mouth, ran over and looked up at her and cried, "Grandma, where have you been? I was almost beaten to death by the bad guys."
Mrs. Zhao was also surprised. She picked up the child from the ground and held him in her arms. "Where have you been, you little brat? I'm glad you're okay. Otherwise, how would grandma live?"
The grandparents and grandchildren hugged each other and cried. The scene was very touching.
Mother Zhou took Meng Zhiyu's hand and asked, "Why did you come back with Tuwa?"
Meng Zhiyu smiled and said, "On my way back, I met Zhou Sange, and then I heard Tu Wa crying. Several men surrounded him and started to bully him. Although I didn't like him, we were from the same village after all, so I joined Zhou Sange and helped him out.
This was the statement they discussed on the way back.
Mother Niu, Aunt Wang, and the others standing nearby heard this and looked at Mother Zhao, who was still making a scene that made Tu Wa feel distressed. "You, my dear grandmother, are only concerned with fighting. If it weren't for Meng Zhiqing and the third kid from the Zhou family, who knows what would have happened. Let's see if you still have the nerve to bully others in the future."
"Well, after all, they saved your precious grandson. How do you want to thank them?"
Meng Zhiyu cried out in her heart, no, she didn’t need Mrs. Zhao’s gratitude, she just wanted to stay away from her.
Zhao Shuanglian felt unhappy watching everyone praising Meng Zhiyu. "Aunt Niu, you're exaggerating! We're all from the same team, and Tuwa is just a child. No matter who encounters him, they will definitely save him. I believe Sister Zhiyu has never thought about getting anything in return."
Li Lian'er nodded in agreement. "That's right, Zhao Zhiqing is right. This is definitely just a piece of cake for Meng Zhiqing and Zhou Songbai. There's no need for an elder like Aunt Zhao to express her gratitude."
Zhou's mother was unhappy when she heard this. She called it a simple favor, but she saw several cuts on her son's hands. "I don't agree with what Miss Li and Miss Zhao said. Although we didn't expect any thank-you gift, at least a thank you should be given."
He glanced at Mrs. Zhao, who was pretending to be deaf and dumb. "Meng Zhiqing and my third son must be too kind-hearted to save the country boy who had scolded them. They must have been naive and didn't want to ask you for any benefit, Mrs. Zhao. But you can't take it for granted!"
Aunt Niu and the others all spoke at once, "That's right, Aunt Zhao, please say something!"
Mrs. Zhao twitched the corner of her mouth, "Meng Zhiqing, the third son of the Zhou family, thank you so much today."
Meng Zhiyu glanced at her stiff expression and said, "Aunt Zhao, you're welcome, and there's no need to get too excited. Look at your face, you're so excited you can't even smile."
It's uglier to laugh than to cry.
Zhou Songbai glanced at her indifferently, then looked at the country boy who buried his head in Mrs. Zhao's arms, and ignored her.
On the way back, everyone was discussing Tuwa's case, and from time to time someone would ask Tuwa, "Tuwa, how did Zhou Laosan and Meng Zhiqing save you?"
Tuwa snorted disdainfully, raised his chin and sneered, "Meng Yu is just a little dwarf, how could she have saved me? Those men's fists were bigger than her head. It was Zhou Songbai who saved me. However, he is also a good-looking but useless person. If passers-by hadn't called the police in time, who knows how badly he would have been beaten."
When Zhou's mother heard this, she thought, isn't this saying that her son is a weakling? How could she tolerate this? If this word gets out, her third son will have no chance of finding a wife.
Just when I was about to have a good argument with him, I felt my waist being tapped twice. I looked at Meng Zhiyu in confusion. What did this mean?
Meng Zhiyu turned and smiled at Zhou's mother, "Auntie Zhou, Zhou San's brother might not have eaten enough. Let him have more wowo later."
Although Zhou's mother didn't understand, she also realized that she was not allowed to say anything nonsense, so she said angrily, "If that's what you said, then if you are taken away by bad guys next time, don't call my son for help."
Back in his little room, Meng Zhiyu lay on the kang and stretched himself. At noon, he simply made some egg noodles and ate an apple and a peach.
After a nice nap, I didn’t get up and just lay on the kang to study in class.
It wasn't until there was a knock on the door that he reluctantly retreated, putting on his shoes while shouting, "I'm coming, stop knocking."
The people who came were Li Tingman, Mu Ziwei and others. "What's wrong?"
Li Qingqing said excitedly, "Zhiyu, Jiang Zhiqing is having his birthday today. He wants us to have dinner together tonight. Do you want to go?"
Birthday?
Meng Zhiyu thought of the big boy who kept saying "my mom is this and that" all day long, "Since they mentioned it, I have to go."
Among those old educated youth thieves, she has the best impression of Jiang Zengzhi.
Seeing that they all took some snacks or some fruits, Meng Zhiyu thought about it and filled the bowl with most of the tofu pudding as an additional dish.
Walking to the front yard, Zhao Shuanglian watched as she and Song Yun were busy in the kitchen. Jiang Zengzhi, clearly dressed up, beamed with joy upon seeing them. "Now that you're here, please sit down!" They placed the gifts they brought on the table, and Jiang Zengzhi happier still. "You even brought me gifts! Thank you so much."
Li Qingqing looked at Zhao Shuanglian, who was busy and sweating, and asked curiously, "Zhao Shuanglian took the initiative to help with the cooking?"
Jiang Zengzhi shook his head. "No, I gave her and Song Zhiqing two yuan each."
Two dollars. Meng Zhiyu and others looked at Jiang Zengzhi with a smile on his face. It was obvious that he took the two dollars seriously. It seemed that he was also a rich second-rate guy.
A total of three meat dishes and three vegetarian dishes were prepared, plus Meng Zhiyu's tofu pudding. The group had a rare peaceful meal together. Of course, it would have been even more perfect if He Zhida, who was picking things up, was ignored.
Mu Ziwei grabbed He Zhida's saliva-stained chopsticks and handed him a new pair of chopsticks. "He Zhida, if you can't control yourself, then use these new chopsticks to pick up the food."
He Zhida was reluctant at first, after all, no one else was like this, and they only treated him differently, but when he heard Jiang Zengzhi say, "Brother He, today is my birthday, please give me some face. There are so many dishes, it's rare to eat so well."
He Zhida looked at the pieces of meat, swallowed his saliva, and nodded.
Song Guangye also ate a bowl of tofu pudding, and then filled another bowl and asked, "Sister Zhiyu, where did you buy this tofu pudding?"
Meng Zhiyu took a sip of tofu pudding and replied, "It's in the restaurant, but the chef made it for his own consumption. I saw it and gave him an extra ten cents for it."
Song Guangye nodded somewhat disappointedly. Li Tingman gave him a reassuring look and said, "There are people in the brigade who can make tofu. When the time comes, ask them if they can make it."
One of Song Guangye’s favorite foods is tofu pudding, and so does their son. Like his father, he has to eat a small bowl of it every day.
After dinner, Meng Zhiyu and his friends went back, brought out benches, sat in front of the house, and chatted while enjoying the evening breeze.
Jiang Zengzhi suddenly ran over, moved a small stool and sat opposite Mu Ziwei, looking at him with a pair of big red eyes.
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