That evening, Zhuang Zhimeng used up her lottery chances for the day and won 50 eggs.
Looking at what I've won these past few days: 5 pairs of nylon gloves, 10 jin of red dates, and even a condiment gift pack. In this day and age, all I have are simple soy sauce, vinegar, and soybean paste.
This gift pack is quite comprehensive, containing dozens of ingredients such as light soy sauce, oyster sauce, sesame oil, pepper powder, five-spice powder, sesame paste, as well as jam, salad dressing, and ketchup.
I took out the newspapers I bought today, ready to wallpaper the walls.
I happened to glance at the advertisement for a translator and thought that translation might be a viable career path when I visit town next time.
I speak six languages: English, French, German, Spanish, Russian, and Italian. That way, my living conditions will be better, and no one will gossip. After all, farm work is really hard!
The next day, Zhuang Zhimeng and Jiang Yanxia followed Wang Zhaodi to pick corn again.
While working, I asked Aunt Wang where An Qingbai lived, planning to visit and thank her after work at noon.
It turns out that An Qingbai's home is not far from Zhuang Zhimeng's place. There are not many other houses nearby. After all, their family has a bad class background, so no one greets them when they meet.
After returning home for lunch, Zhuang Zhimeng wanted to take something with him.
After checking the inventory in the warehouse, I finally decided to take 1 jin of white sugar, a few pieces of White Rabbit milk candy and shrimp crisps, and a few sachima (a type of Chinese pastry). This gift is not bad.
Walk diagonally behind the house, and you'll find An Qingbai's house there. It's not far; you'll arrive in just a few minutes.
Upon reaching the entrance, they saw from afar a group of children surrounding and beating another child, shouting, "My mother said their family are landlords, down with the landlords!"
"Down with the landlords!"
"Down with the landlords!"
The child who was hit had his lips tightly pursed, looking disheveled, but his eyes revealed a stubbornness.
The child looked somewhat like An Qingbai, with delicate features and an air of nobility that was already faintly apparent.
Zhuang Zhimeng quickly went over and pushed the people away. "What are you doing? How can so many of you bully one person?"
“His family are landlords, we must overthrow the landlords!” said a chubby little boy who was very strong.
After saying that, he tried to rush forward, but Zhuang Zhimeng grabbed his head and pressed it down.
"Let me go, let me go! I know you, you're a new educated youth. If you don't let go, I'll tell my mother and she'll settle accounts with you."
Zhuang Zhimeng released her grip and gave him a light kick. "I'm not afraid of you. I'm waiting for your mother to come. Now get out of here. With me here, you won't be able to bully him anymore."
The children, realizing they couldn't bully anyone anymore, scattered in all directions.
Zhuang Zhimeng walked over, took the little boy's hand, and gently helped him straighten his clothes and pat off the dirt. Luckily, he wasn't hurt.
"Sister, thank you! Who are you looking for? Can I take you there?"
"Thank you for your help! I'm looking for An Qingbai, do you know him?"
"You're looking for my third uncle? Sister, wait here, I'll call him out for you."
He ran into the yard at lightning speed, and Zhuang Zhimeng couldn't stop him.
A moment later, An Qingbai came out and saw that it was the young educated youth. Looking at the young educated youth's fair and translucent face, his face immediately turned red.
"Are you...is something wrong?"
Zhuang Zhimeng thought to herself that people in this era are really easily embarrassed; her face turned red before anything even happened.
"I'm here to thank you for helping me, aren't I? I'm the kind of person who repays kindness and avenges wrongs."
Zhuang Zhimeng handed the gift she had packed to An Qingbai, saying, "Don't refuse! Otherwise, I'll keep thinking about it."
Before An Qingbai could speak, An Shaoyang couldn't help but say, "Third Uncle, the pretty lady just helped me! Please prepare a thank-you gift for me so I can express my gratitude to her."
An Qingbai looked at his little nephew, both amused and exasperated. The little nephew's name was An Shaoyang, he was 4 years old, and his nickname was Yangyang.
"What kind of thank-you gift does Yangyang want to prepare?"
"Then...then I'll give my comic book to the pretty older sister. I love comic books the most." An Shaoyang can't read yet, but he likes to pester his third uncle to tell him the stories in them.
"Okay! I'll make your comic book prettier later and give it to the pretty lady as a thank-you gift."
Zhuang Zhimeng saw that An Qingbai had accepted the gift and then took her leave, after all, one has to be careful about relationships between men and women these days.
An Qingbai stared at Zhuang Zhimeng's retreating figure for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.
"Third brother, where did this come from?" Shi Meiling asked curiously, looking at the bag An Qingbai was carrying.
"I know! I know! It was given to me by the pretty older sister."
"Where did this pretty lady come from?"
“She was an educated youth. I helped her before, and this is a thank-you gift from her.”
"Oh, you're a sent-down youth! I've heard that one of them was particularly handsome, is that the one?"
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