After Ye Qingshui got tired of blowing his cheeks, he went home to take a shower and wash his hair.
Country people don't pay much attention to hygiene and don't take a bath every day like city people. Ye Qingshui's family doesn't have strong labor and can't chop much firewood, so she can go without taking a bath for several days in winter.
When Ye Qingshui was taking a bath, he rubbed himself vigorously and was not satisfied until he had rubbed off a layer of skin.
After taking a shower, she finally had time to look in the mirror. The mercury mirror clearly reflected her seventeen-year-old self. Her face was skinny and had little flesh. Her face was sunburned in the summer, but her eyes were bright. She had the thick and heavy pot-lid bangs that were popular in rural areas. This year was also the first year she met Xie Tingyu.
She pushed her bangs upwards, revealing her forehead, and then she felt a familiar look.
Ye Qingshui said: "I'm sleeping."
Xie Tingyu, who was reading, quickly took out his quilt and made a bed on the floor. After all, as a normal man full of vigor and vitality, he knew himself very well. It was impossible for them to sleep in the same bed.
It's not that he didn't notice the changes in Ye Qingshui: she took a bath before going to bed, washed her hair, and wore clean clothes. The little girl also began to pay attention to hygiene.
This change was very friendly to Xie Tingyu, who had a mysophobia. Even his smile became more genuine.
"Um."
Not only that, he also noticed that her exposed skin was pink, obviously rubbed hard, and her exposed neck was red and white... She had just looked at herself in the mirror for a long time.
Xie Tingyu frowned.
He couldn't tell whether Ye Qingshui's transformation was good or bad. Did he completely give up the idea of him or was he just scheming and was retreating?
Xie Tingyu, who prided himself on being smarter than other boys, was now unable to judge.
However, after blowing out the oil lamp, he quickly forgot about it as he felt sleepy.
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The next day, Ye Qingshui woke up very early.
She got up early to cook. She picked some plump eggplants, wrapped them in flour, and made vegetarian dumplings with cabbage. The flour belonged to Xie Tingyu, and she felt it was a little difficult to use. While making breakfast, she thought about her livelihood.
The seventies don't sound like a fun time. Ye Qingshui's memories of this era are so bitter that they can be squeezed out if you twist them.
Grain coupons, cloth coupons, industrial coupons, these are all things she didn't have. It's easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it's hard to go from luxury to frugality.
Some of the fat from yesterday was left over and made into fragrant lard. The eggplants fried in lard were sweet and fragrant, tender and juicy. Because the flour used was Xie Tingyu's, Ye Qingshui knew he was in the wrong, so he slightly accommodated his taste. He took great pains to make him steamed dumplings with vegetarian fillings.
Ye Qingshui dug in the oil jar and used up the lard he had saved from yesterday.
The aroma of steamed buns and dumplings in the woodshed woke up Ye's mother. Ye Qingshui said, "Mom, go brush your teeth before you eat."
Brushing teeth is something that only educated students do. Farmers who work hard all their lives do not do this. Brushing teeth means learning the new ways of the city and eating commercial grain.
Ye Ma was a little resistant, and Ye Qingshui stuffed the newly broken willow branches into her hands, "Brother Yu is a sophisticated person, we can't disrespect him. Isn't mother very respectful of children who study?"
Ye's mother used to be a village opera singer, and she took good care of her teeth. Later, after she married Ye's father and became a farmer's wife, she also gave up this habit.
She touched the willow branches lovingly and said, "Now that Shuiya is married, she will be a refined person. Mother will follow you and be refined as well."
Such a simple sentence almost made Ye Qingshui cry.
In fact, the family members were more opposed to this marriage than supported it. Only Ye's mother stood behind Ye Qingshui unconditionally. Whatever she wanted to do, her mother would accompany her. When she was scolded, her mother, who was not good at speaking, would argue with her with a red neck. When she got divorced, her mother would comfort her: "Shui'er, it's okay. Mom can support you by working."
Finally, she was dying of illness. She cried and said, "Shui'er, there will be no one to accompany you in the future. Mother is worried."
Everyone wants a chance to be reborn, but it fell on her head. Ye Qingshui couldn't understand it. She had already lived the life she wanted. She had already obtained what people struggled to pursue. She worked hard to turn her love into an industry. She had a lot of savings in her bank account. She had a charity foundation named after her and received the respect she deserved.
She had no regrets. She didn't want the chance to be reborn and go back to decades ago to live a hard life again.
It was not until she heard Ye's mother's gentle whispers in the early morning that her heart suddenly felt sore. It turned out that she could use another method to make her loved ones live a better and better life.
Mother Ye happily brushed her teeth, and when she got to the dining table, she looked at the plump and round buns, her mouth watering with greed.
She said, "Shui'er, how come your cooking skills have suddenly become so good?"
Grandma Ye said with a stern face: "I'm willing to use oil and good ingredients, but it can't be delicious?" Then she twisted Ye Qingshui's ear and taught her a lesson:
"It's only been a few meals and they've already eaten up all the food. The mice even left some leftover food!"
"I asked Shuiya to make it, hmm... it smells so good." Xie Tingyu woke up at some point, and he smiled at the grandmother and the mother. His satisfied look made the grandmother swallow her scolding.
Ye Qingshui couldn't wipe her face, she agreed: "Yes, last night Brother Yu wanted to eat buns, so I got up early in the morning to make them. Grandma, eat them while they're hot, the bun skin is the most tender!"
Ye Qingshui despised herself for borrowing Xie Tingyu's food, but she knew that he also liked to eat. When she made money, she would return the food to him double.
After talking it out, he should have let go of his prejudice against her, right?
Ye Qingshui shouted, "Let's eat."
When Xie Tingyu finished washing up and sat down, he looked at the hot steamed dumplings with his eyes flashing and a smile on his face.
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When the dim light shone on the green fields, a large team of members had already started working.
Ye Qingshui had just started to experience the treatment that everyone despised forty years ago. Apart from feeling a little strange, she was not too moved. She had felt the necessary emotions before, and this time she was just a bystander.
The women in the village are particularly gossipy. Ever since that incident, they have been gossiping non-stop.
"Ye girl looks skinny and withered, but she is very good at seducing people behind people's backs. I heard that she was hugging and kissing Xie Zhiqing late at night. If they hadn't been seen by others, she might have..."
"I don't dare to say anything bad about her now. She has become 'Mrs. Xie'. I'm afraid I will have to rely on her for some glory in the future."
The educated youth who were working nearby were indignant after hearing this.
No matter male or female educated youth, everyone had a very good impression of Xie Tingyu. He was clean and refreshing, spoke appropriately and logically, was smart and educated, and could often solve their difficult problems. Since he got married, the "radio music" that was customary in the educated youth center has disappeared. It's like losing a happy fruit. It's really a pity.
If even the male educated youth could think this way, one can imagine that the heartache and anger of the female educated youth would be even deeper.
Sun Lingyu said: "Comrade Xie from our educated youth camp is clean and honest. His character and spirit have been influenced by Chairman M. He is absolutely a self-disciplined and progressive male comrade. You are not allowed to insult him like this!"
Xie Tingyu was sent away to work somewhere else and was not here. If he were present and heard someone defending him like this, he might be a little touched.
"That's right, they're married now, there's no need to dwell on these things, right? If you exaggerate, what if the production task is delayed?" The male educated youth couldn't help but agree, and at the same time couldn't help but pull his companion's sleeve, signaling with his eyes to call Xie Tingyu back. His wife was bullied by someone, and he had to come back to defend her personally.
Sun Lingyu put down the hoe and tore off those who insulted Xie Tingyu one by one. There was no room for Ye Qingshui to exert his fighting power at all, and the smoke of gunpowder dissipated.
Ye Qingshui, who had just rolled up his sleeves and prepared himself for the moment, felt a little regretful.
After working for a while, she chatted and laughed with the female educated youth who also came from the capital. Sun Lingyu joked in front of Ye Qingshui: "You have an agricultural household registration, but Brother Xie has a city household registration and eats commercial grain."
"I'm afraid their family won't help you with your grain and oil business in the future... You haven't even washed the mud off your feet yet, and you dare to covet the golden phoenix in the city. Bah..."
"Do you still remember that Ye Qingshui ate toothpaste as if it were candy? Let me tell you, I heard that she used to be so hungry that she had to fight with pigs for food!"
The laughter of the educated youth sounded like silver bells.
Ye Qingshui's voice became even clearer. She grabbed a little and said with a smile, "It's true that I have an agricultural household registration, but I am proud of being a farmer. Every grain of rice that you city people eat every day is made with the sweat of rural people. The clothes you wear are made from sisal and cotton grown in the countryside, and every strand of silk is soaked with the blood and sweat of rural people. Even the paper you use is made from pulp made from trees grown by rural people, and the pork you eat was raised by rural people with their own efforts. We earn our living and also feed you city people."
Ye Qingshui's voice turned cold. "Even the great leader praised the peasants and said that the working class and peasant class are the masters of the country. Where do you get the courage to say such treasonous words? You still have such decadent capitalist ideas. It seems that you should reform them. Labor can no longer reform you..."
If labor cannot transform people, what else can?
After hearing this, Sun Lingyu turned pale. She had never known that a woman who was usually soft and easy to bully could say such sophisticated words.
She said unconvincedly: "Then you have no self-control! You did that kind of thing before you got married——"
Xie Tingyu had just been called over and happened to hear what Sun Lingyu said. He couldn't help but frown.
Xie Tingyu looked at Ye Qingshui's indignant face and pulled her clothes from behind. Ye Qingshui turned around and saw a face with a little sweat. The dazzling sunlight soaked into his white shirt, and he looked tall and strong in the sunlight.
Xie Tingyu said: "There are some things I don't want to say more, because saying too much will hurt feelings."
He scolded Sun Lingyu coldly: "Before marriage, Comrade Ye and I had a normal homosexual relationship. As for my marriage, please do not worry about it."
Xie Tingyu paused for a moment, then said with a dark face, "Those who just said something bad about Ye Qingshui, stand up now."
Even though Ye Qingshui didn't have any extra thoughts, her face couldn't help but get hot. She asked Xie Tingyu: "What do you want to do?"
Why does it sound like you want to fight?
She didn't even know that Xie Tingyu could be so manly.
Xie Tingyu had a dull expression on his face and was serious and silent.
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