Qiao Baozhu really didn't expect that Qiao Changgui would come to the cafeteria to find her.
He was wearing a tattered brown cotton jacket with patches on the shoulders, elbows and wrists.
In this era, it is common to put a few patches on clothes. But Qiao Changgui's outfit today was obviously a bit deliberate.
Although Qiao Changgui was lazy, cunning and treacherous, he was very lucky. He had an elder brother who was the farm manager and a younger brother who was the captain of the hunting team.
Relying on the traditional family values of the Qiao family, her father had taken advantage of her. He was self-deprecating and vain, and would rather his wife not have pants to wear than have a patch on his clothes when he went out to see people.
Today, not only were his clothes covered with patches, his black cotton trousers were covered with patches, and his cotton shoes even had his toes exposed.
“This dress…”
Qiao Baozhu felt that the person looked familiar. After taking two or three steps forward, she smelled a strong stench of rancid odor.
This tattered piece of clothing is the same tattered jacket that the night soil collector Yang Wanli wears all year round.
No wonder Qiao Baozhu felt that they looked familiar. Ge Liuping and Qiao Xifeng were punished to dig manure, and they were stealing the job of Yang Wanli, the dung collector.
Those who did the dirty and strenuous work on the farm were all from bad backgrounds or prisoners sent down from the countryside. They did not receive work points or wages, and they could eat a day's meal if they worked for a day, but no work meant no food.
Yang Wanli was a sent-down prisoner who had been sent down to the countryside to work. The leadership didn't care whether he had food to eat, let alone the people under him.
When the cafeteria manager Tong Jingyu heard about this, he asked Yang Wanli to go to the cafeteria to help with odd jobs for a few days.
Qiao Baozhu saw Yang Wanli cleaning pig intestines and sheep offal in the backyard of the canteen. The yard was filled with the smell of pig feces and sheep mutton, and she vomited immediately.
The stench of pig manure and sheep offal mixed in my memory now overlapped with the smell on Qiao Changgui's body.
Qiao Baozhu lowered her head and covered her nose, fearing that she would vomit again and the other educated youth would see and gossip about her.
Unfortunately, Qiao Baozhu overthought this time, because the farm workers who passed by Qiao Changgui also covered their noses because of the stench on him.
When Qiao Changgui saw Qiao Baozhu covering her nose with a look of disgust, he felt very proud.
He deliberately wore this ragged outfit and stood at the busy entrance to the canteen during lunch break just to embarrass Erya. She was shy and wanted to save face, so she would dislike his outfit, and she didn't want to lose face in front of the farm workers.
After all, she is no longer an ordinary educated youth, but a military dependent.
Qiao Changgui looked at Qiao Baozhu's clothes with a sour look. The dead girl had married a rich man and was living a good life, and she was wearing a brand new military coat.
The things in the army are all the best, like the military coat that the dead girl is wearing. It has at least four or five kilograms of cotton, and the collar is made of corduroy.
A cheap girl, is she worthy of wearing such a nice military coat? She has such nice things, but she doesn't even mention honoring her parents. She is such an ungrateful person!
Qiao Changgui's mind was full of thoughts on how to take off Qiao Baozhu's military coat and put it on himself.
If I was prepared, I forgot about it because of jealousy and greed. My expression was dull and I forgot what I was doing.
Qiao Baozhu was originally worried that her father would resort to despicable means to embarrass her.
Seeing him staring greedily at his military coat, I knew he couldn't cause any trouble.
"Haven't you eaten yet? Come in with me and eat first."
Qiao Baozhu couldn't stand the stench on Qiao Changgui, so she turned around and left after saying a few words.
Qiao Changgui felt that Qiao Baozhu's tone was very contemptuous and was about to refuse in a firm tone.
Then Qiao Baozhu added, "We have braised pork today."
Braised pork?!
Before Qiao Changgui could react, his feet had already caught up with Qiao Baozhu.
Without even looking, Qiao Baozhu could guess that Qiao Changgui would follow.
In the winter in the Great Northern Wilderness, apart from dried eggplants and frozen cabbage, there are potatoes, sauerkraut and radishes.
Among the four brothers of the Qiao family, Qiao Changfu is the director and there are always people who secretly give him some benefits; the fourth brother knows how to catch fish by slicing ice, and stew fish every now and then to satisfy his hunger.
Qiao Changhai was repairing watches in the city, and some wealthy and kind-hearted customers gave him their unwanted goodies.
Only Qiao Changgui had no one to give him gifts, no ability to fish, and no chance to eat the good things that the rich were tired of and didn't want.
Qiao Changgui had been starving for years, and when he entered the cafeteria and smelled the aroma of meat, his mouth began to water.
"Hey, Baozhu, who is that person behind you? Why does he smell so bad?"
Fang Shan was looking for Qiao Baozhu with her lunch box when she saw Qiao Baozhu walking in from outside the cafeteria.
As soon as she took a few steps towards Qiao Baozhu, she smelled a foul smell. Fang Shan didn't recognize the smelly old man as Qiao Changgui, whom she had seen at the wedding. She covered her mouth and nose and complained in a low voice with disgust.
"You didn't recognize me? This is my biological father who gave me away."
Life in the countryside is boring, and there is no other entertainment except working, so everyone likes to chat and gossip.
Qiao Baozhu spoke loudly, successfully attracting the attention of the employees. Everyone talked about it while eating, not caring at all whether the person involved was uncomfortable or not.
Qiao Changgui had never been stared at by so many eyes before, and he felt very uncomfortable.
He quickly took two steps forward and scolded Qiao Baozhu not to talk nonsense.
"I'm not talking nonsense. My uncle used his own house to exchange for me. In order to support me, the old couple now don't have a home to shelter from the wind and rain."
"Nonsense! Didn't you rent a shack? A shack in the city is better than a house in the countryside, Erya, don't be ungrateful."
Qiao Changgui felt guilty about what he said. He shrank his neck and looked around, and found that everyone was looking at him with contempt.
He couldn't help but explain loudly, but he found that the more he explained, the more contempt people looked at him with.
"A shack? You still have the nerve to mention a shack? Back then, you said that Third Uncle had no son to take care of him until his death, so you forced me to be adopted by him and took over his small mud house. This forced Third Uncle and Aunt to have nowhere else to go, so they had no choice but to take me to the city to beg for food."
At this time, the large cafeteria where more than 200 people were eating was so quiet that it seemed as if no one was there. Everyone pricked up their ears and listened to Qiao Baozhu's complaints full of grievances.
When Qiao Baozhu was moved, she burst into tears.
The farm canteen was Qiao Baozhu's territory. When the employees saw her crying, they all stood up and blamed Qiao Changgui for bullying them.
"Old man, you've already given the pearl away, why are you still looking for her?"
"What are you doing? Baozhu is now both a military dependent and an officer. The old man feels sorry for it and comes here to act pitiful and ask for money."
The cafeteria staff were talking to each other, making Qiao Changgui feel ashamed and embarrassed.
His old face was red as he stiffened his neck and said stubbornly, "She is a military dependent, so what? Can a military dependent not recognize his biological father? She eats delicious food and drinks spicy drinks every day, why doesn't she think about the many poor people in her family who don't have enough food and clothes. Also, I'm not pretending to be pitiful, I am pitiful by nature, and our whole family is pitiful."
The cafeteria manager Tong Jingyu stood in the crowd, looking coldly at Qiao Changgui's clothes.
"Yeah, they are indeed very poor. They even stole Yang Wanli's clothes. They are really that poor."
Manager Tong's words reminded the canteen staff, and everyone recognized the tattered cotton jacket on Qiao Changgui.
"Fuck, it really is Old Yang's stinky clothes. I put the pig shit on it. How did you put it on?"
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