Chapter 34: Teenagers 3
Fubao was staring at like this by the young man. He put the popcorn in his hand to his lips and was stunned for a long while.
Finally reacting, she swallowed the popcorn in one gulp. Then, holding the popcorn in her mouth, she took Gu Shengtian's hand and said, "Brother Shengtian, let's go home."
Because there was popcorn in his little mouth, his cheeks were bulging and his voice was vague and soft.
Gu Shengtian was watching with great interest and wondered, "Why do we have to go back? Let's see what the educated youth look like."
Fubao stole a glance at the boy over there, only to see him still staring at him, as if he wanted to eat him. Suddenly, he panicked, swallowed his popcorn, and whispered, "Brother Shengtian, I have to pee."
Gu Shengtian: "Then it's on the street——"
Fubao whispered, "I don't want to. I'm a girl. I have to go home and pee."
Gu Shengtian scratched his head, feeling helpless: "Okay, let's go back."
Fubao nodded repeatedly, and this time without even turning his head, he quickly took Gu Shengtian's hand and ran away.
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This time, the educated youth came from the big city of City A. There were thirteen of them in total, and the youngest was Xiao Dingkun.
Chen Youfu looked at the information on Xiao Dingkun on the list. It said he was fifteen years old. He wondered, "How old are you?"
When Chen Youfu picked them up from the county town, he found that Xiao Dingkun looked a little different from the other educated youth.
The other educated youth were already exhausted after the long journey. They kept complaining and looked weak. But Xiao Dingkun was different. He didn't complain or say anything. He pursed his lips and said little. He found a corner and sat down. Amid the bumpy ride of the donkey cart, he was as steady as a piece of solid iron.
You greeted him and he gave you a cold look, his eyes so indifferent that they seemed like he was a million miles away from you.
During the break between the county seat and the Pingxi Production Brigade, he secretly asked other educated youth and learned that Xiao Dingkun was not someone to be trifled with. He was said to be a very good fighter and everyone was afraid of him. However, he also heard that he was very young, only thirteen years old.
But Chen Youfu was not afraid. Once you came to their Pingxi Production Brigade, you had to be under his control. It didn't matter who you were before. Now that you were here, you had to rely on our production brigade for food, drink, and shelter, and you had to obey the rules here.
When Xiao Dingkun heard Chen Youfu ask him, he didn't even raise his eyes: "Thirteen."
He was in the voice changing period, with the unique roughness of a teenager's voice.
Chen Youfu frowned: "Only thirteen? You're not old enough to be an educated youth!"
Generally, educated youth should be at least fourteen years old. It is not possible to send a thirteen-year-old child down. This is not the way to do it!
Xiao Dingkun glanced at him and said lazily, "It was my sister who originally went to the countryside. My sister is not in good health, so I lied about my age and came in her place."
Lying about age?
Chen Youfu was speechless. "You lied about your age, and you still dared to tell me so openly? This is too much! What do you want me to do?"
Xiao Dingkun: "I can work and I'm strong. I'm no worse than them because I'm a few years older. You don't have to worry."
Chen Youfu: "But we can't say that. What if the higher-ups find out?"
Xiao Dingkun: "If you don't tell them, how will they know?"
Chen Youfu choked.
Xiao Dingkun: "You'll understand after a while. With me here, those educated youth won't cause you any trouble. They'll work for you honestly. Don't you feel relieved?"
Chen Youfu thought so too. Those educated youth seemed a little scared when they mentioned Xiao Dingkun. Now that Xiao Dingkun lied about his age and he had caught him, he could ask Xiao Dingkun to help him manage those spoiled educated youth.
What is this called? It's called using the emperor to control the princes!
Chen Youfu thought this was a good idea. He walked over and patted Xiao Dingkun on the shoulder. "Okay, Brother Dingkun, it's all up to you from now on."
Who knew that when he patted it, he found that Xiao Dingkun's shoulder was so hard, like a rock, that it actually hurt his hand.
Chen Youfu was shocked. Although he was a team leader, he had to work in the wind and rain all year round and could not leave the farmland. His body was very strong. But this young man from the city could make his hands hurt when he slapped him?
This, has this been practiced?
At this moment, Chen Youfu immediately believed what those educated youth said.
This Xiao Dingkun is a fierce fighter, and ordinary people can't afford to offend him.
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Fubao lied that she needed to pee and returned home. After returning home, she was still a little dazed. She kept thinking of the way the boy looked at her, as if he wanted to eat her. She was scared and thought that she should not go out for the next few days, especially not get close to the educated youth.
But who knew that in the next few days, all the topics at home would be about the educated youth, such as the need to quickly build a fence around the educated youth's house, the educated youth's plan to teach the poor and lower-middle peasants how to read and become literate, and the female educated youth's desire to learn spinning and weaving.
Among the Gu family, Gu Weidong was most interested in the educated youth. He would run to them whenever he had nothing to ask them about things in the city. He was the most active in participating in the educated youth's poor and lower-middle peasant learning and literacy group, and learned knowledge along with them. He even picked up the books "One Hundred Thousand Whys" and "We Love Science" that he bought for the children to read.
Miao Xiuju watched all this and shook her head repeatedly: "My son hasn't even started to make progress yet, and my father is actually trying to make progress."
But everyone is motivated, and Miao Xiuju approves of her youngest son's enthusiasm: "He's from the city, he's knowledgeable, and it's always a good idea to talk to him more."
Whenever Gu Weidong came back from the educated youth camp, he would also mention Xiao Dingkun.
When talking about Xiao Dingkun, he sighed: "He is so young, but he is so knowledgeable. How come he knows everything? But he looks too cold, hard to get close to, and has a bad temper."
To say that he has a bad temper is an exaggeration. To be precise, Xiao Dingkun is an arrogant person. No matter what you ask him, he won't even bother to look at you.
When you walk in front of him, he will glance at you coldly, and the air around you will drop an octave.
Gu Weidong couldn't understand why Xiao Dingkun, the youngest, was so capable. He could also tell that the educated youth were afraid of him, respected him, and eagerly sought his advice on everything.
Fubao fell silent when he heard what Gu Weidong said.
She even began to wonder if Xiao Dingkun, like herself and Shengyin, also remembered things from his past life. What was her past life like? Was there some connection between her and Xiao Dingkun in her past life?
She tried hard to think, but still couldn't remember.
All she remembered was the ethereal Buddhist sound, echoing in the misty mountains and forests. Apart from that, she could not remember anything.
I couldn't even remember why those eyes, which seemed to want to eat me alive, were staring at me.
She had no choice but to comfort herself, saying, don't be afraid, she's just a little kid.
If he bullied me, I would let my brothers beat him.
My brothers all love me very much. If they know someone is bullying me, they will definitely help me beat him up.
No matter how powerful he is, he can definitely be defeated by his six brothers.
After comforting himself in this way, Fubao's fear of Xiao Dingkun was reduced a lot, and he slowly let the matter go.
In the next few days, because her brothers and sisters had not yet started school, the children could play to their heart's content every day. They had good food during the New Year and had snacks from time to time. Life was comfortable and she quickly put Xiao Dingkun behind her mind.
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Miao Xiuju asked them to go to the mountains to collect apricot wood, saying that they would use it to boil water and cook dumplings. According to the rural saying, because "apricot" and "lucky" have the same pronunciation, using apricot wood to cook dumplings on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month will bring good luck for the whole year.
Because the older children had to prepare for school the next day and were busy doing their homework at home, Fubao ran out with Xiuni and Gu Shengtian to pick apricot strips.
At this time, of course, we also met some other children who were driven out by their parents and were searching everywhere in the mountains and fields.
Seeing this, Gu Shengtian suggested that everyone should disperse and look for it. If a group of children were together, they would try to snatch the item if they found it, and they might even fight. It would be best to look for it separately. Whoever found it would own it. So everyone separated and agreed to meet at a rock at the foot of the mountain.
Fubao and Gu Shengtian went up the mountain hand in hand. After walking for a while, they separated and went to look for it separately.
Fubao was carrying a small backpack and walking up the mountain path. She remembered that there was an old apricot tree at the end of the path. After walking for a while, she suddenly heard a whistle coming from the hay next to her.
She was startled for a moment and asked in a low voice, "Who, who is there?"
Fubao had nothing to be afraid of. Apart from the Nie family's silver, the people in the Pingxi Production Brigade were all very nice and honest, and there weren't any bad people. Therefore, the people in the Pingxi Production Brigade never worried about the children picking firewood and playing in the mountains at will.
After she finished speaking, the grass was parted and a young man's face appeared.
He was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a stern face and an indifferent expression. He had a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth and stared at Fubao with a pair of eyes as deep as a cold pool.
When he stared at Fubao, a hint of greed flashed in his cold eyes.
He looked like he wanted to eat little Fubao alive.
Fubao was startled and stumbled, almost falling down: "You, what are you doing?"
Xiao Dingkun stared at Fubao intently and suddenly asked, "Little girl, what's your name?"
As he spoke, he pushed aside the half-man-high dry grass and walked closer to Fubao.
Fubao backed away repeatedly, his little mouth trembling, his expression apprehensive: "You, you are not allowed to come over here! Otherwise I will ask my brother to beat you!"
Xiao Dingkun paused after hearing this and asked, "Are you so scared of me?"
Fubao felt wronged and helpless, and whispered, "You are a bad person, are you going to bully me?"
Xiao Dingkun was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed out loud: "How do you know I'm a bad guy? Have I ever bullied you?"
Fubao thought about it and felt that he was not really a bad person. His father even praised him for being capable, smart and knowledgeable, and he had never bullied him.
But...but what about that vague memory of mine?
She always felt that there was someone who looked very much like him, and who once stared at her with murderous eyes.
Xiao Dingkun looked at Fubao biting his lip, frowning, and looking thoughtful. After a moment of silence, he took out a cloth bag from his army green shoulder bag and shook it at Fubao: "There are fried noodles in it. Do you want to try it?"
Fubao looked over and saw that it was a white coarse cloth bag, which was bulging.
"Chow mein?" What is this? Is it delicious? She has never heard of it before.
Xiao Dingkun watched Fubao swallow his saliva secretly and said deliberately, "Chow mein is made by frying white flour in a pan with oil until it's fragrant. Then add some black sesame seeds and sugar after it's cooked through."
As he spoke, he opened the cloth bag, pinched out a little and put it into his mouth.
Although the distance was not too close, Fu Bao immediately smelled the rich aroma of cooked noodles, with a faint scent of sesame. This smell was too tempting for a child who ate sorghum noodles, sweet potato noodles and corn noodles every day.
Fubao's mouth immediately started watering, and he looked at the fried noodles with envy.
As for white flour fried in oil, white flour is very rare and is fried in oil.
Xiao Dingkun stared at Fubao intently, then suddenly smiled: "Come here, I'll give it to you."
Fubao looked at Xiao Dingkun with confusion.
Under the warm winter sun, the young man stood straight, and his originally cold and fierce eyes seemed to soften.
Fubao stretched out his short legs and ran towards the fried noodles.
She really wanted to have a bite of the fragrant fried noodles.
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