She sold it to me and helped me count the money.
Shen Tiancheng and Zhou Huaiyue were rushing to the county shop with bags of medicinal herbs. When they were six kilometers away from the county, they found that the rear tire of their bicycle was flat and they had to push it.
We were supposed to arrive at noon, but it took us an extra hour.
When they arrived at the shop, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. However, they were told that Shen Roujiao had gone to deliver the herbs and would be back soon.
Zhou Huaiyue, who was exhausted, used the excuse of taking a rest on the side of the road, looking around expectantly, but he saw Shen Roujiao pushing a bicycle and a fair-skinned boy not far away. The two were talking and laughing as they walked, and when they were happy, they raised their hands to cheer each other up.
The boy looked at her with tenderness in his eyes, and his love for her was clearly written on his forehead.
Seeing this scene, Zhou Huaiyue felt extremely uncomfortable. He obviously despised this kind of sticky and annoying person, but why was he so annoyed and jealous and upset?
"Who is that person? It can't be him." He sneered, and his troubles became even worse.
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"Duan Gang?" Zhou Huaiyue stared at Duan Baisheng and repeated it, wondering secretly, is the county magistrate's surname Duan? He was a free man and didn't care about these things.
Duan Baisheng nodded awkwardly. He didn't dare to look at Zhou Huaiyue, fearing that he would ask more strange questions. He also didn't dare to look at Shen Roujiao, because she was very optimistic about his success and made him so happy that he was at a loss.
"You, go back!" Zhou Huaiyue pointed at Duan Baisheng with his chin, with a look of disgust and an unfriendly tone.
"Then classmate Shen Roujiao, do you want to go back to school with me?" Duan Baisheng mustered up his courage and said to his sweetheart.
"She doesn't..."
"I don't……"
The master and the disciple said in unison, "We won't go back to school." Their speaking speed and expressions were surprisingly consistent, as if they had discussed it beforehand.
Duan Baisheng was stunned by what they said. He couldn't help but stare at the two people looking back and forth. One of them acted as if he owed him a few hundred yuan, and the other turned half of his body and wished he could leave immediately.
The frustration of being excluded made Duan Baisheng inexplicably lost, "Well, then I'll go back by myself." His eyes stayed on Shen Roujiao, and he had no intention of leaving.
"Goodbye, classmate! Master, let's go." Shen Roujiao didn't want to stay for a second. If you don't leave, I will leave.
She pushed her bicycle and left without looking back. Zhou Huaiyue did not follow her, but stared at Duan Baisheng coldly, as if he wanted to watch him leave.
Duan Baisheng's scalp was numb from Zhou Huaiyue's stare. He looked at Shen Roujiao's back before turning around. When he turned back with a thought, he was stopped by a cold voice behind him: "Don't be disgusting! Go!"
In the past life or the present life, if we meet again, it is just a matter of going left or right. Don’t look back and don’t linger.
Zhou Huaiyue felt much better as they walked further and further away. He caught up with Shen Roujiao, tapped her head with his hand, and said in a pretended angry tone, "Humph, I really thought you were only interested in making money, but I didn't expect..."
"I didn't expect that my master, who turns a deaf ear to what's happening outside, is so well-informed about gossip." Shen Roujiao tilted her head, her eyes narrowed into crescents, waiting to see the wonderful expression on Zhou Huaiyue's face.
Without Duan Baisheng to disrupt her thoughts, Shen Roujiao's brain finally reacted. What did Zhou Huaiyue mean by that irrelevant question? It turned out that he also knew the rumors about the county magistrate's daughter-in-law.
The general was defeated.
Zhou Huaiyue was annoyed by her, and he stiffened his neck and said in a sinister tone: "It's hard not to know. The voices of the aunties in the village are as loud as loudspeakers. Mobile radio stations, do you understand?"
"I didn't expect that so many people care about me. I'm quite happy." Shen Roujiao parked her bicycle, raised her little face and smiled beautifully.
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It was to tell her not to care about other people's opinions, but it also didn't ask her to do the opposite. Does this count as repaying evil with kindness?
"Little sister!" The second brother Shen Tiancheng hadn't seen his sister for more than a week. He looked around curiously and asked this and that, such as whether she had enough money, how many classes she had, and whether she was tired.
"Everything is fine. Brother Huzi, this is the receipt from the clinic." Huzi took the receipt from Shen Roujiao and said to her, "Take your brother and your master to have dinner. I think you are hungry too."
After hearing what Hu Zi said, Shen Roujiao really felt very hungry: "Thank you, Brother Hu Zi, I'll go eat first and come back later."
It was still the same noodle shop as last time. After ordering the food, Shen Roujiao couldn't wait to tell her in detail about the 1,000 kilograms of wild fresh Rehmannia.
"What did you say? 1,000 kilograms. Little sister, we don't even have one kilogram." Shen Tiancheng felt dizzy and blood pressure rose to his head.
I knew she was courageous, but I didn't know she was so courageous as to make up something out of nothing. How could she do that?
Shen Roujiao saw that Zhou Huaiyue didn't say anything, but leaned back in his chair, staring at her with his hands crossed on his chest. His eyes were full of emotions, not very good emotions. She forced an ugly smile and lowered her tone, "Master, please say something. If you hadn't said yes, I wouldn't have dared to take on such a big business."
It was a few days before school started when we were digging for medicinal herbs. Zhou Huaiyue pointed to a large patch of small purple flowers blooming in the cracks of the rocks and said lightly, "The roots of the yellow lady's vine are ripe this year."
Seeing Shen Roujiao's confused expression, he plucked a trumpet-shaped purple flower and handed it to Jiaojiao, letting her suck on the small opening at the bottom. Wow, it was so sweet.
"This herb is called Po Mian Jin in some places and Little Chicken Drinking Wine in other places. It is named Rehmannia glutinosa because its root is yellow-white in color. The root is straight and narrow." Master Zhou dug out a branch and looked at the purple flowers on the hilltop. He calculated, "It should weigh at least a thousand kilograms. If we dig it out in early October, it will be no less than that."
"How much is the master worth?" Shen Roujiao was most concerned about the issue of income.
Seeing her money-obsessed look, Zhou Huaiyue said casually, "About three or four thousand!"
"Wow, that's a lot of money. Master, I will try my best to sell all these large pieces of Rehmannia at a good price." Shen Roujiao picked another purple flower and took a few puffs. It was so sweet.
Then, within a few days, she actually did it.
I sold all the thousand kilograms for a good price of 5,000 yuan.
Zhou Huaiyue smiled bitterly in his heart. She was really a person who made money without blinking an eye. He had only roughly estimated it at that time. Who would have thought that she took it seriously.
"I just want to ask you one question. What if my estimate is wrong and only 200 kilograms are dug out? What will you do?" Zhou Huaiyue was very angry with her. She was too courageous and did not leave herself a way out. She was too reckless.
"Trust the people you employ, and don't employ those you doubt. If the master says there is, then there must be. Even if there is a difference, it won't be that much, at most a difference of a hundred pounds. When the time comes, I will go and collect some, and I will be able to make up 1,000 pounds." Shen Roujiao's confident decision made Zhou Huaiyue's heart tremble again.
You can say she is reckless, but she still analyzes things clearly; you can say she is steady, but she dares to sell things that have not been dug out of the ground. No one can do anything about her.
She was sold and I still had to help her count the money.
Zhou Huaiyue picked up the boiled water in front of him, raised his head and drank it all, then wiped his mouth with his wrist, "That's one thousand kilograms. You plan to let the three of us dig day and night?
"No need, hire someone to help you dig!" Shen Roujiao took out a deposit of 500 yuan from her trouser pocket and placed it on the table.
"Who to hire?" Shen Tiancheng covered the money with his clothes, alert to the eyes of those around him. He had to keep his money in mind at all times.
"Hire the village chief! Pay him five yuan a day and let him find someone. Believe it or not, it will be done in minutes. Village chief, you are the best at this." This is Shen Roujiao, who never fights a battle without preparation. Every step is well planned. As long as she wants to do something, it must be a complete set of executable plans.
"Awesome? Little sister, you're awesome too." Shen Tiancheng learned and applied it immediately, just right.
"You have calculated all of us clearly." The more Zhou Huaiyue admired you in his heart, the more unconvinced he looked, and he was very good at saying one thing and thinking another.
"It is obvious that you trust the master unconditionally. When you said that, I didn't have any doubt at all. This is called complete trust, unconditional faith!" Zhou Huaiyue immediately understood what he meant and felt relieved.
I ate two big bowls of egg noodles and still felt like I wanted more.
After eating the noodles, Shen Tiancheng pushed his bicycle to get the tire fixed, while Shen Roujiao took Zhou Huaiyue to buy rice paper and brushes. When they passed by a used book stall on their way back, Zhou Huaiyue flipped through an ancient picture album and read it intently.
Shen Roujiao recalled Mr. Fu's comment on Zhou Huaiyue's paintings: "The brushwork is mostly taken from the ancients."
Who exactly is this Xugu?
She approached the owner of the used bookstall and asked quietly, "Boss, is this really that amazing?"
"One punch can break the past, present and future. That's him. Don't you think he's amazing?" The bookstall owner really knows everything, but the key is that he doesn't talk nonsense at all.
"Then," Shen Roujiao leaned closer, her voice as low as it could be, and deliberately avoided Zhou Huaiyue and asked, "Does Xu Wei also have a dog?"
"What?" The strange question surprised the bookstall owner.
She suddenly remembered that when she gave Zhou Huaiyue Xu Wei's painting album that day, he said something inexplicable, "Because he is also a dog." Could it be that Xu Wei has a dog, and he also has a dog?
"Does the painter Xu Wei also have a dog?" she repeated, also thinking that this question was weird enough.
Unexpectedly, the book stall owner burst into laughter, reciting a poem as he laughed, "Qingteng Bada is far from ordinary, and Gu Lao has a unique talent in his old age. I wish to be a running dog in the underworld and go around in the three families' houses."
"Girl, I don't know whether Xu Wei kept a dog or not. But there are many people who want to be Qingteng's running dog. You have to queue up to be his dog. Zheng Banqiao and Qi Baishi are at the front of the queue."
ah!
So that's what it means. Intellectuals are really masters of twists and turns.
Shen Roujiao blushed at the question she asked. She really had no strength in the subdivision of calligraphy and painting. At this moment, even if she used her back of the head to think about it, she knew that Zhou Huaiyue must be the one who laughed the happiest.
Sure enough, when my eyes swept over, Master Zhou had just closed his book and was laughing happily, sighing that even if you play the lute to a cow, there will come a day when you will be able to play it clearly.
However, Shen Roujiao smiled at him and said something that instantly killed him, "Master, you are not a dog, you are a running dog!"