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"...Teacher Shen, are you here for a run too?" Chen Jin took a look at Shen Baichuan's clothes and knew at a glance that he was here for a run.
Although she knew that Shen Baichuan was interested in her, she didn't think it was a big deal. If he was interested, then he was interested. But if Shen Baichuan dared to imitate Tang Zuming, she would "strike back with a heavy punch".
However, Shen Baichuan pretended not to see her vigilant eyes, and stretched his body while saying: "I have to participate in the faculty relay race in the school sports meeting. If I don't come to practice in advance, I'm afraid I won't be able to run when the time comes. I usually come after 8 o'clock, and I recently adjusted my time. What event did Teacher Chen sign up for?"
Oh, are you being too sentimental? ! People really want to come here to exercise!
When it comes to signing up for sports events, her eyes go dark. She never took part in sports meets when she was in school, but now she is a teacher and is mobilized to participate in sports meets... Who said there are so few young teachers in the college? As for those professors... forget it. Many of them have gray hair. It’s not suitable to ask them to run.
Shen Baichuan suggested to her again: “It’s better to wear sports shoes when you come here for a run.”
Chen Jin sighed, "No, I signed up for the shot put and standing long jump, so I don't need to run."
"Shot put?" Shen Baichuan controlled his gaze and didn't look at Chen Jin's arm. "The remaining projects in your college have fallen on you?" Just like in their college, the long-distance running projects fell on the shoulders of a few young teachers. Many teachers participated in table tennis and badminton competitions.
"No." Chen Jin pursed his lips and said, "I'm okay at shot put."
Then he said, "Teacher Shen, you go for a run. I'm going for a walk first."
"Okay." Shen Baichuan watched her walk forward, and she really came for a walk.
Last night when he came out for a run, he happened to see Chen Jin walking out of the playground. He wanted to call him, but Chen Jin walked very fast. He walked out of the playground, got in the car and left.
Ever since he had dinner at Juchun Garden, he and Chen Jin rarely met each other. He himself has been busy recently, but he guessed that Chen Jin noticed his feelings that day and was avoiding him, otherwise, why didn't he meet anyone in the third cafeteria for nearly two weeks? Chen Jin usually goes to the third canteen for lunch.
Until today, she said that the canteen had a new contractor and the food had become better, so she has been going to the canteen every day recently.
I felt relieved, as long as she wasn't avoiding him on purpose.
Judging from Chen Jin's expression, he didn't try to avoid him on purpose, but he obviously had no intention of dating him either.
After dinner that day, he went to find Zhuo Jiyu, who laughed at him and said he was a peacock. Unfortunately, he was not interested in him at all.
Although Zhuo Jiyu's words were unpleasant to the ears, he was telling the truth. Chen Jin seems to not want to fall in love at all...
Originally, he wanted to confess to her directly, but forget it. If he broke the window paper, he might not be able to find her in the first cafeteria, let alone the third cafeteria.
In the next few days, Chen Jin was able to meet Shen Baichuan in a cafeteria. Of course, Shen Baichuan was a teacher after all, unlike her, who could leave work early if she had nothing to do. There were always times when he had just finished cooking and she was already full and ready to leave. Even because there were too many people in the cafeteria, Chen Jin's seat for each meal was not fixed, and it took Shen Baichuan a lot of effort to find her among the huge crowd.
Chen Jin didn't feel comfortable telling him to save a seat for him, it was just like reserving seats in the library, there were so many people waiting for seats, and you were the only one to reserve one. This kind of behavior would be criticized by the students.
If her teacher's identity were to be uncovered, she would be criticized even more harshly, and someone might even submit an article to the school newspaper specifically to criticize her.
But she saw that Shen Baichuan liked the canteen very much, and he bought food from a different window every day.
Another weekend with two days off.
Chen Jin was going back to the village to participate in the important event of relocating graves. She took the key and went out at half past six. She met Shen Baichuan who was coming back from his morning run. Chen Jin felt sad that Teacher Shen's time seemed to be different from hers. How could she be busy with so many things in a day?
"Good morning. Are you going back to live in Hanlin Garden?"
"No, I have something to do back in the village." Chen Jin had to hurry over, so he walked over to open the car door, got in, rolled down the window and waved to Shen Baichuan, "Goodbye, Teacher Shen."
This time when we go back to the village, unlike last time when each family did not send a representative, unless there are special circumstances, even children have to be brought along.
Everyone is very sensible. No matter how much trouble or gossip they engage in, it doesn't matter. No one would choose a big day like the village's grave relocation to cause trouble. Otherwise, they would really be beaten by the village chief.
Even Chen Bagu and Chen Yongqiang, who had been hiding, came back at some point. It looked like the situation was not good, but these two were very honest and did not dare to cause trouble. Others were curious about what they had been doing recently to see that they looked so pale and thin, but no one was in the mood to care or gossip.
The village invited a funeral home from the city to handle the matter, and a cemetery has also been selected. Some families cannot accept cremation, so they found another place with good feng shui early on and chose to move the graves today.
It was the eldest uncle who made the final decision on Chen Jin's side. "As long as you work hard, wherever you are buried will be a good place for Feng Shui."
My uncle is not superstitious about everything.
After a busy day and finishing his work, Chen Jin went straight back to Hanlin Garden. I have to go back to the village tomorrow to discuss the cost of building the ancestral hall.
When I woke up in the morning, the weather suddenly became a lot cooler. Fortunately, Hanlin Garden has clothes for all seasons. Otherwise, where would she go to buy clothes so early in the morning?
Having not slept well last night, Chen still had a stuffy nose when he woke up this morning. His voice was muffled and his throat felt uncomfortable after talking too much. She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and screamed a few times. It was so unpleasant to hear, so she took some cold medicine before going out.
Chen Ting went back to the village by herself yesterday. Today, the villagers had a dinner and a meeting, so she brought Liu Chengzhi with her. The second cousin also brought Zhuang Yao with him. It was my uncle who reminded me.
He said he was getting married at the end of the year, so it would be nice for him to come and meet him in advance.
Not only did my uncle hand over the company to my second cousin, he also handed over all the important matters in the family to him. When you go out in the future, the representative of the family will slowly change from the eldest uncle to the second cousin.
Chen Jin sneezed several times in succession and felt listless. He leaned back in his chair and watched the people at the two tables in front of him chatting. He lost interest when he saw Aunt Zhou and others enthusiastically eating melon seeds and gossiping.
"Third sister, let's go and listen too." Chen Yongan encouraged her. He was too embarrassed to go alone and wanted to ask Chen Jia to go with him, but Chen Jia was also too embarrassed to go.
Chen Jin waved his hand, "No, no. Are you embarrassed? If you want to listen, go ahead. Can't you just move a stool and sit over there?"
"So listless?" The third cousin came late and ruffled her hair as soon as he arrived, saying, "Your waves are gone, why don't you get them permed back?"
"I'm scared to death. I don't go out easily now." Chen Jin didn't even raise his head. He brushed his hand away and smoothed his hair. "How is my Quarter Travel Agency?"
The third cousin smiled and said, "That's great. The dividends at the end of the year will definitely exceed five figures. In less than a year, you can get back your capital."
Chen Jin nodded with satisfaction, "That's good, I have a really good eye."
The third cousin sneered and started praising himself again. I changed seats with Chen Yongan and sat next to Chen Jin. I turned around and found that her face was a little pale. I reached out to touch her forehead and then touched my own. "You don't have a fever, but you have a cold?"
"The flu is serious recently. Many students have asked for leave, and I was also infected." Chen Jin smiled bitterly. On Friday, after the other three people in the office caught a cold one after another, she was still boasting about her good health, and then it was her turn.
At this time, the eldest cousin and his family of three also came over. When Junjun saw her, he rushed over as if he had seen a big toy. Chen Jin reached out and held him down, "Cousin has a cold, stay away from her."
"I don't!"
"Then come here. Your cousin's cold has been transmitted to you. You will go to the hospital with your aunt later and let your aunt give you an injection in the buttocks and feed you bitter medicine."
"......" Junjun wrinkled his face, his little eyebrows twisted like caterpillars. He looked at Chen Jin and Chen Ting in confusion, snorted angrily, and ran towards his father decisively.
Chen Ting glared at Chen Jin unhappily, and then glanced at everyone present, "Don't tell Junjun that I give injections to people anymore. Really, no wonder you covered your butt and ran away when you saw me."
Other children are scared by their families: "If you cry again, I will ask the police to arrest you."
What Junjun hears most often is: "If you keep crying, I'll ask your aunt to give you an injection in the buttocks."
"Okay, next time I'll tell him that his future uncle gave him an injection in the butt." The third cousin added with a smile.
Chen Ting: “…”
"Third sister, come here." The uncle stood in front with his hands on his hips and looked around several times before he saw Chen Jin. He was almost collapsed under the table, with only half of his head sticking out. No wonder he couldn't find him no matter what.
"Are you sick? I'll let Xiao Liu take a look at you later and see what medicine to prescribe."
"No need, I've taken the medicine." She took a taxi this morning and didn't drive herself.
Chen Jin followed her uncle to the village chief's place and saw that there were exactly twenty-four people gathered. Some of them had moved their registered residences out, but they still came to participate in the village's important events, such as her second uncle. So they were not just the heads of eighteen households.
"This is the design draft, and this is the quotation list. I calculated that the original 18 households in the village each contributed 10,000 yuan. For the other households that have moved out, it's up to you. Those who are well-off can give more, and those who are not well-off can just show their kindness. In addition, donations will be calculated separately. If the donation is large, the amount shared by the village will be reduced. There is still more than 40,000 yuan left in the village's public account, which is left over from the last Qingming Festival..."
Chen Jin was blocked by the person in front of him and moved to the side. I felt uncomfortable sitting among a group of uncles and aunts, choking on the smell of cigarettes on them. Even though her nose was blocked, she could still smell the strong smell of smoke. She was really impressed.
I just stood up and stood at the back, away from those who were smoking.
Then I heard Chen Wenzhen and Chen Wensong, who were sitting next to each other, whispering about how much money to donate.
"The building you built will be available for sale by the end of the year, right? How could you be short of this little money?" Chen Wenzhen wondered.
Chen Wensong went to seek cooperation with Mr. Zhang, a major demolition owner in Mutang Village. He had sufficient funds and could build the building quickly. Even if Chen Wensong was given a building in the divorce, he still has some money in his hands, right? His family's land had just been expropriated and the compensation was not small. He didn't believe what the old branch secretary said, that it was only one million, and estimated that it could be two million. Is it true that not a single cent will be given to Chen Wensong?
Soon, his father's voice was heard again. He thought that his father was also blamed for what he had done, and now he had made it clear that the family's money would not be given to him in the future... From this point of view, it was very likely that the old branch secretary would not give Chen Wensong any money.
The two of them can be considered as brothers in distress.
Chen Wensong sighed, "I sold it at the opening, and got 40% to 60% of the money. I could have taken all of it..."
But the building in Xiuli Community was divided out, which almost took away his retreat. I didn’t feel that heartbroken when I got divorced, but now the more I think about it, the more heartbroken I feel. Unfortunately, Chen Yue and Jiang Kexin both ran away to Shanghai, so it was not easy to find them. Even if you tried to find them, you had to be on guard against being visited by Jiang's family.
Ugh!
It’s such a shame to get a divorce! I shouldn't have agreed to those conditions in the first place! No, you shouldn’t agree to a divorce!
Chen Wenzhen: "Then how much do you want to donate?"
Chen Wensong did not answer but asked: "How much are you donating? I will donate the same amount as you do. Please tell me the bottom line first so that I can know the exact amount."
Chen Wenzhen was embarrassed, "I'm short of money lately."
He was also busy building his building and wanted to finish it early and sell it to recover some funds. Otherwise, even if he wanted to follow Chen Wenqiang's example and take on any government projects, he would not be able to do so. Doing projects is not his forte, so this is fine. He also wanted to compete to buy the land and continue building the house, but he didn't have enough money!
His father was really cruel. He said he would not give him financial support and he really would not give it. He also spread the word that no one else in the village was allowed to lend him money. So he had no place to borrow money even if he wanted to.
I don't know, his father has decided to divide what he has on hand equally between his son and his niece. His son's relationship with him is strained now, and his niece is at school every day and has no feelings for him at all. It's no different from giving the money to others.
One person says he has no money, and the other also says he has no money, but they still want to donate. They also have to refer to how much others have donated. This is because they don’t want to spend money but want to save face, so it’s better for everyone to donate less. The two of them were on guard against each other, fearing that others would donate more and outdo themselves.
This donation is different. We will make a monument to record who donated how much money. From now on, no matter it is Qingming Festival or New Year's Day, everyone will go back to the village ancestral hall to worship. Every time this happens, everyone will habitually go to see what is written on the monument. In short, you have to leave your name on it, and it’s best if your name is at the top.
Chen Jin saw them mumbling back and forth, and he was almost losing his patience, so he just spoke up and asked directly for them: "So, how much do you want to donate? I want to take a look at it too."
Chen Wenzhen and Chen Wensong were stunned, then turned around to look at Chen Jin who was staring at them, pursed their lips, and didn't know what to say.
Now the big boss in the village may have to change to Chen Jin. A young girl in her early twenties.
So what's the point of them discussing this for so long? Later, Chen Jin will donate tens of millions or even hundreds of millions, which will be enough to crush them into the ground. In this case, it would be better to let the wealthy bigwigs pay more so that they can pay less. Anyway, they don’t have as much money as Chen Jin can get now.
"Third sister, how much are you donating? You have to donate more. You are the richest person in our village now. It should be easy to donate hundreds of thousands, haha."
Ha ha? Haha, you stingy guy!
Chen Jin said confidently, "Among those present, I am the youngest and have the smallest family. So it is my turn to pay the most? How about I include my mom, grandparents' share as well?"
Even if you have money, the younger generation cannot put pressure on the older generation. Do you think the more you donate, the more proud you will be?
Maybe the medicine was taking effect, Chen Jin felt his throat was not so uncomfortable anymore, and he spoke quickly, "If that's the case. Uncle Wen Song, you have to include Chen Yue and Aunt Ke Xin's two portions. And Uncle Wen Zhen, do you have to include that person's portion outside as well?"
"Yes, I am the richest man in the village. How about I use my money to plate the ancestral hall with gold? That's really interesting. Last year you took so much money, didn't you say you would donate more to the ancestral hall?"
"You just open your mouth and ask for hundreds of thousands. The bank printing machine belongs to me. How much will you donate? Are you, as the elders, going to donate millions?"
Chen Wenzhen and Chen Wensong were so annoyed by her, "We were just joking, but you took it seriously..."
"Then I'm going to play a joke on you guys too." Chen Jin said with a grin, then raised his hand and spoke at the top of his voice, "Village Chief, Uncle Wen Zhen and Uncle Wen Song said they will donate hundreds of thousands."
She just had a sore throat due to illness, she wasn't mute, so who wouldn't make a joke?
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