Chapter 149 148 Grabbing the credit, the shameless female teacher
Village Chief Zheng's house consists of four or five rooms built in a row. The foundation of the ground floor is made of stone nearly one meter high, and there are earth walls on top. The stones have turned a little black, and the earth walls are also spotted. It is obvious that the house is quite old.
An Xin and his friends were invited by Village Chief Zheng and his two sons into the main hall of his home, where there was a table with a crack on the edge and a long bench with broken legs for them to sit on.
When several people sit on it, it feels quite shaky, and they have to be careful even to move their buttocks. This bench can squeak and sing a little song for you.
This should be the first time that Yuchi Yi and his companions have seen a hall for entertaining guests. The house is so simple and the furnishings are very plain. In the eyes of several young masters, it is even shabby.
When Zheng and his son saw the clothes An Xin and the others were wearing, although they were not made of expensive materials, their extraordinary looks and the temperament they exuded carried an indescribable dignity.
"Thank you for helping us chase away the lackeys and servants of the landlord Qian today."
Village chief Zheng and his two sons stood up and bowed to An Xin, Jiang Chenxi and Yuchi Yi.
An Xin and the others leaned aside and offered their hands to help. "Father, you don't have to be so polite. When we see injustice, we should help. This is what we should do."
Kong Xun knew that An Xin was a person who was very afraid of trouble. Hearing her say such high-sounding words, a smile appeared in his eyes.
An Xin turned sideways and glared at him, the meaning was very clear... I am a person with a strong sense of justice, what's it to you to interfere?
Kong Xun raised his hand and touched his nose.
What can he do? As long as the headmaster dares to say it, he has to believe it. What else can he do?
Yuchi Yi, Jiang Chenxi and the other three...it seemed like we were the ones who chased those bad guys away.
“………”Madam, we are the protagonists.
An Xin raised her eyebrows and looked at them. Children who were not yet adults had no right to speak.
"Alas!" The four minors lowered their heads, defeated by the shamelessness of their female teacher.
After some greetings between a few people and the old village chief and his son.
Only then did An Xin ask the Zheng family about the situation of the landlord Qian.
The old village chief's voice tightened: "The people in the other villages are mostly of mixed surnames and not of the same clan, so they are not united.
Therefore, under the strong tactics of the landlord Qian, most people in their village could not withstand the pressure and sold their land at a low price. "
The old villager's eldest son saw his father's old face full of sadness and his voice was hoarse, so he took over and said:
“Landlord Qian tasted the sweetness and pushed the price even lower, gradually turning all the land here into his own.
The reason why the Qian family only came to buy from our Zhengjia Village now is because all the more than 300 households in Zhengjia Village have the surname Zheng and they share a common ancestral temple.
In the past, the landlord Qian did not dare to send people here easily to say that he wanted to buy the land in our village, and I don’t know what his purpose is this time.
Today, they sent someone to buy the land from Zhengjia Village at a price lower than that of other villages~"
An Xin looked at Boss Zheng, whose tone was filled with confusion.
What else could it be... Isn't it just that the landlord Qian has completely dealt with the local officials here.
Only then will we have the courage to deal with villages like yours where many clan members stick together.
After An Chu listened to the father and son's narration, it was almost the same as what they had heard before.
The landlord Qian used threats and intimidation to forcibly buy the fields of several surrounding villages at a very low price.
Those families who resisted desperately and refused to sell their property were thrown into jail on all kinds of trumped-up charges by officials who were in cahoots with the landlord Qian.
"Alas!" The old village chief's second son said angrily with a sad face, "The county magistrate not only ignored the people who sued the landlord Qian, but also put those villagers who sued into jail.
Under such circumstances, how long can we keep the land in Zhengjia Village?"
An Xin looked at the father and his two sons with confused and dull eyes, as if they were crushed by reality and their faces were haggard.
It was also the first time that Kong Xun, Jiang Chenxi, Yuchi Yi and others truly saw how difficult life was for the people who were oppressed by the collusion between local officials and gentry.
An Xin glanced at Kong Xun and the others with an ambiguous look.
Don’t these young masters want to broaden their horizons? This lesson is to let you see the sufferings of the world.
Especially the one who may rule the world in the future.
At dinner, there were more than a dozen pancakes, a plate of scrambled eggs, a plate of stir-fried vegetables, and a dish of stir-fried melon that I couldn’t name.
Sitting around the table were only An Xin and his six companions, as well as Zheng's father and son.
An Xin remembered that when she entered the yard, there were three young children standing in the corner, secretly looking at them. They should be the young grandchildren of the old village chief.
Some of the young masters may not know the significance of eggs to farmers.
Although An Xin had never suffered any hardship in her past or present life, she had heard that in the 1980s and 1990s, if rural people had no money to buy salt, they would take eggs to the village shop to exchange them.
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But eggs have been a precious thing in rural areas since ancient times.
An Xin shifted his gaze from the golden fried eggs to the dozen or so pancakes next to them, although these yellowish pancakes were not as white as those made from top-quality white flour.
But An Xin was sure that this was the best thing the Zheng family could offer them.
"There's not much good stuff in the countryside, so just make do with what you have." Village chief Zheng politely invited them to eat.
Yuchi Yi, Gao Tai, Chen Qibao, and even Kong Xun and Jiang Chenxi did not find anything unusual about what Village Chief Zheng said.
For these young masters who had grown up in luxury, this meal was indeed quite shabby.
An Xin looked at the people who were asked by Zheng's father and son to pick up the pancakes and eat them, smiled bitterly, picked up his unused bowl and chopsticks, picked up half of the egg on the plate and put it in the bowl.
Under the strange looks of others, An Xin left enough pancakes for everyone on the table, picked up the extra ones, placed them on the food in the bowl, and walked out to the kitchen with them.
It is a bad custom in rural areas that women do not sit at the table when guests come to the house, and if there is not much food, they basically have nothing to eat.
Sure enough, when An Xin walked into the kitchen with the food, he saw Village Chief Zheng’s wife, two daughters-in-law, and three children.
Each person held a bowl of porridge made with vegetables and a small amount of brown rice.
And the thick part was scooped out to the three children, leaving only rice soup in the bowls of the three adults.
When they saw An Xin coming in with the food, they all looked at her in surprise.
Mrs. Zheng reacted and quickly said, "Young Master, what are you doing?"
"We rural people are used to it. We eat less at night to sleep better, and our stomachs feel comfortable without pressure on the kang."
Mrs. Zheng spoke the old sayings left by the rural people.
An Xin saw the three children, and the light in their eyes dimmed, but when they heard what their grandmother said, they lowered their head dimly.
Smiling, she placed the bowl on the table in front of two little boys aged four or five and a little girl aged two or three, and said softly, "Eat."
After saying that, he smiled faintly at the adults and said, "Auntie is right. It's good to eat less at night. Can you give each of us a bowl of porridge?"
(End of this chapter)