Ye Qingshui and Xie Tingyu didn't say anything along the way. Ye Qingshui, who had stirred up trouble, didn't care what those educated youth thought of her, but Xie Tingyu spoke up:
"You just recited it very well, word for word. You have a very good memory."
He praised. Xie Tingyu's shorthand ability was very strong. When Ye Qingshui just read out three or four words, he felt familiar with them. After listening to it, he could really match them one by one with the words he read out.
Ye Qingshui glanced at it and coughed, "Thank you, thank you. I have recited that sentence many times."
In fact, there are not so many geniuses in the world. After Xie Tingyu left, she looked at the motto he left behind day after day. She recited it many times and could recite it backwards. Because this was his motto.
"So that's how it is." Xie Tingyu said with a smile.
"Yeah." Ye Qingshui waved his hand indifferently.
Ye Qingshui was thinking about how to settle the food ration with Xie Tingyu. From rice and noodles to oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, many of the household items were purchased by him. Ye Qingshui always felt uncomfortable eating this soft rice. Especially since she was eating Xie Tingyu's soft rice. Because she made money today, she had money to pay off her debts.
When the two of them reached the door of their home, Ye Qingshui broke the silence and said again: "I——"
Xie Tingyu looked down at her with a slight smile, "Let's talk after we finish eating."
The world is big, but eating is the most important thing.
Ye Qingshui nodded, washed her hands and ate. When she sat down at the table, the grandmother and the mother saw that everyone was present, so they put down their chopsticks and picked up the fragrant meat dishes. This was called stuffed mushrooms, and the mushrooms were stuffed with minced meat. In order to make it more delicious, Ye Qingshui also chopped carrots, lotus roots, and eggplants. The fat had long been steamed and melted into the juice, and the essence was all melted in the mushroom heads.
Although the wild mushrooms in the mountains are not big, they taste delicious.
Every time Xie Tingyu ate one, he could feel the juice overflowing from the mushroom, which was hot and fresh. No wonder Ye Yatou was in a hurry to ask him to go home for dinner. If it got cold, it would not taste so good.
Although there is not much meat and it is not as satisfying as eating at home, the feeling of being in between eating and not being satisfied makes people miss it more.
After eating, Ye Ma wiped her mouth and the oily feeling on her lips made her feel happy.
But she didn't know that the two meals today were entirely earned by her daughter's hard work.
She began to wonder in her heart, since her daughter got married, many people in the brigade envied them for picking such a rich son-in-law. The son-in-law allowed them to eat meat even on special occasions, and to have rice every now and then, as well as expensive noodles. It was really a good match.
Mother Ye felt a little guilty. She wished Shui Ya could give Xiao Xie a big fat baby sooner! So she took care of all the housework at home, and urged the couple to go back to the house to make out as soon as they finished their meal.
Facing her mother's gaze that almost said "induce labor", Ye Qingshui went back to the house with Xie Tingyu in embarrassment.
Ye Qingshui coughed and said, "The rice and grain at home still have to be given to you. This is the money I owe you."
She still had some savings, and what she lacked was the bills. Ye Qingshui borrowed Xie Tingyu's pen, quickly calculated a few accounts, and then handed it to Xie Tingyu.
Xie Tingyu looked at Ye Qingshui's silhouette as she bent over the table to do the accounts. Two long, shiny black braids fell from her cheeks. Her eyes were very focused as she was keeping the accounts.
Ye Qingshui used her elementary school-like pen-holding posture to carefully list the items one by one, clearly writing down the rice, flour, pork, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. Surprisingly, the quantities she wrote were quite accurate, such as three and a half catties of rice, two catties of flour, and even five ounces of oil.
This is a talent that is acquired through training. Some chefs have hands like weights, and they can tell how heavy the ingredients are just by weighing them.
Being able to record such a clear bill, one can't help but sigh: This country woman is really honest and stingy. After reading it, Xie Tingyu just felt a little interesting because he could clearly see the pain in the little girl's eyes.
Ye Qingshui took out some bills and 1.30 yuan and gave them to Xie Tingyu. She had only 9 cents left from selling buns today, and she had to pay 3.10 yuan more to pay Xie Tingyu back. She had saved a little money before, and she didn't have money to pay Xie Tingyu because she didn't have the bills.
Xie Tingyu didn't take the money seriously. He casually stuffed the money and bills back into Ye Qingshui's pocket.
"No need, these are your rewards for cooking for me."
Xie Tingyu put his fingers into Ye Qingshui's pocket. Although he didn't touch her, the tight touch of the fabric when he gently pulled it made Ye Qingshui stunned.
Ye Qingshui was stunned on the spot, and it took him a long time to stop himself from getting angry: "What are you doing?"
"I owe you this, take it."
"I said, yes." The man's voice was light, but his tone was unyielding.
Xie Tingyu coughed lightly, "It's my turn now."
"You are very smart. I want to ask you, if there is a chance for you to continue learning cultural knowledge, would you be willing to do so?"
Ye Qingshui snorted after hearing this. She knew she was very smart. Her smartness was a kind of stubborn smartness. If one time didn't work, she would try two, three, four, or even a hundred times, and she would persevere.
In his previous life, Xie Tingyu had also mentioned the matter of studying to her, but he asked her in an almost cold tone.
In order to please the person he likes, Ye Qingshui of course tried his best to nod and agree. The days when Xie Tingyu tutored him were simply a gloomy time. On the one hand, he felt as sweet as drinking sugar water, and on the other hand, he was forcing knowledge into his head and complaining bitterly.
At that time, Ye Qingshui had to get up at five in the morning to recite Chinese, and after finishing the work of the brigade in the afternoon, she had to come back to do arithmetic exercises. Occasionally, Xie Tingyu would teach her some musical instruments. Like all ignorant girls who fall in love, she was overjoyed every day and wishfully thought that he would stay, but he still left in the end.
He probably felt that she was too much of a drag and too stupid to bear, so he couldn't help but give her "guidance". He taught her knowledge, probably as compensation for the divorce. Even when he left, he encouraged her to study hard and go to college, and told her that "a woman with knowledge will live a more comfortable life."
Ye Qingshui recalled and looked at the person in front of her, and she felt that... she had lived a simple life in the first half of her previous life. She loved passionately, but the result was terrible, so one such relationship was enough.
Xie Tingyu looked at the little girl who was looking at him with a half-smile.
That look, as if he was looking at another person through him.
Xie Tingyu coughed lightly and said, "Why are you looking at me? Just nod your head if you are willing. The teachers are ready. Although the words of those educated youths are a bit harsh, they are quite down-to-earth. People need to learn more cultural knowledge to break free from the original shackles and pursue a higher level of thinking."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the little girl reply in a crisp voice: "Okay!"
Ye Qingshui agreed without hesitation, as she also wanted to take the college entrance examination next year. Although she learned a lot of things in bits and pieces later, she still felt a little regretful that she had never been to a university properly.
With Xie Tingyu as her teacher as an excuse to cover up, she, a self-taught primary school student, did not attract attention.
In his previous life, Xie Tingyu was an outstanding student who got admitted to a key university with high scores. As a teacher, his level must be higher than that of the teachers in the county high school.
Seeing that she was so motivated, Xie Tingyu went to look through his old books.
He flipped through the books for a long time before he found a book about Chinese. He didn't have any of the essential textbooks for primary and secondary education, such as arithmetic, politics, geography, history, physics and chemistry.
However, it was quite remarkable that Xie Tingyu could carry a Chinese book with him. This was because on weekends, he often went to the educated youth camp to teach literacy to the students of the third batch and to teach the children in the commune. He bought this book from a bookstore in the city.
Xie Tingyu handed the book to Ye Qingshui. Ye Qingshui's eyes were watery and he stared at it for a long time.
"I...I really appreciate you."
I hope Xie Tingyu will show mercy!
Ye Qingshui felt a sense of suffocation as she casually turned a page. She didn't like studying very much before, and she dropped out of school early because her Chinese grades were not good!
Xie Tingyu couldn't help but laugh when he saw her drooping eyes.
He said, "Go sit at the table over there. From today on, you have to address me as Teacher Xie. As my student, you should act like a student."
Ye Qingshui was a little hesitant, but he quickly sat down next to Xie Tingyu's desk, taking the seat reserved for a cultured person like him.
Xie Tingyu said, "Read to me. If you come across something you don't know, skip it. After you finish reading, tell me what it says."
Ye Qingshui began to recite, "The swallows leave, but they will come back; the willows wither, but they will turn green again; the peach blossoms fade, but they will bloom again."
Her voice has a slight local accent, but it's not strong, at least not as strong as the accents of the people in the brigade. When she reads prose in Mandarin, she has the soft and sticky tone of a southern girl.
However, Xie Tingyu was still very honest and corrected her pronunciations. "This is pronounced ying, not yin. The tongue is curled here, shi, not si."
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Late at night, exhausted, Ye Qingshui lay on the bed and thought about her own business of speculation. She would make some food to sell at the black market next time. Since she had flour, she preferred to make buns, which was easier.
Although her vegetarian buns sold quickly, if they were more expensive, customers would not be able to afford them. There were not many rich people these days, so they spent their hard-earned money more carefully. Housewives in towns were more thrifty than country people! They could make every penny count.
If it's meat buns, it's fine...
But the meat in the store is too expensive. Ye Qingshui thought about this vaguely before going to sleep. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind and he thought of something.
She quickly got up and tiptoed out of the house. She fumbled in the warehouse and took out a torn net. Ye Qingshui used her ability of thriftiness to take down the whole net in half an hour, connect the broken threads, and weave it again.
In summer, when the rice flowers bloom, the petals fall into the mud, enriching the soil with nutrients and attracting crabs and loaches to eat them. Every year, the members of the cooperative are troubled by these things, and the children in the brigade will go to the ridges of the fields to catch crabs and loaches when they have free time.
The crabs near the river are big and plump, with firm meat and juicy crab roe... ahem, although it's not autumn yet, they are already quite plump. Country people in the 1970s didn't know how to eat shrimps and crabs, and didn't know how delicious they were, but after many years, they are really great treasures.
At night, the crabs in the pond would slither up the shore, and would swarm up clumsily if a beam of light shone over them.
As Ye Qingshui thought about it, he no longer even thought about the pork, and he weaved the net faster and faster.
The author has something to say:
Small theater:
Pingshengjun: After being labeled as a good friend and a sister, there is now another label: a student.
Watch how Brother Yu performs his duties conscientiously and works tirelessly to set goals for himself.
Adding fuel to the slap in the face!
Brother Yu: “…”
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