The labor site turned into a criticism meeting.
"Your thinking is incorrect! Your stance is not firm! The essence of your question is that you are denying the original intention of the organization's re-education of poor and lower-middle peasants!"
One accusation after another was slapped on his head. The problem was no longer as simple as Wei Xiangyang being kicked; it had become a matter of stance and attitude. He tried to defend himself several times, but Fang Zhiyi rudely interrupted him.
At this moment, Zhang Qingqing and other female educated youths who were originally cleaning the livestock shed also rushed over upon hearing the news.
Seeing Zhang Qingqing arrive, Wei Xiangyang, his face flushed, clung to her like a lifeline: "Qingqing, you be the judge for me..."
"You still think you're right? You still think you're right?" The aunt who had previously insulted Wei Xiangyang's ancestors spoke up again, "Not only are you acting like a hooligan, but you also look down on us farmers! The team leader is right, you have a problem with your thinking!"
"I, I, he..." Wei Xiangyang wanted to tell Fang Zhiyi about being kicked, but he didn't have the chance at all.
Fang Zhiyi angrily punished him by making him pull a manure cart starting tomorrow, and also made him write a self-criticism to read aloud at the meeting, before letting Wei Xiangyang off the hook.
Just as she turned her head, she saw Zhang Qingqing. Zhang Qingqing's eyes were filled with shock. When she saw Fang Zhiyi's gaze, she smiled habitually. She had already discussed it with Wei Xiangyang from the beginning. Wei Xiangyang would hook up with that silly girl, while she would build a good relationship with Fang Zhiyi, so that both of them could have an easier time.
Fang Zhiyi's eyes flickered, she nodded slightly to her and left.
Zhang Qingqing glanced at Wei Xiangyang, wondering what had happened.
The onlookers returned to their seats, and Zhang Qingqing was pulled away by her companions.
"Weren't you in too much of a hurry?" That evening, Zhang Qingqing met Wei Xiangyang again by the small ditch behind the educated youth settlement. Wei Xiangyang gritted his teeth: "I didn't! It's just that, that country girl fell down by herself, and I thought I'd help her up, but who knew..."
"Alright, alright, I believe you." Zhang Qingqing smiled and reached out to touch Wei Xiangyang's face, even giving it a gentle pinch.
This action stirred Wei Xiangyang's heart, and the unpleasantness of the day instantly vanished. However, when he tried to hug her, Zhang Qingqing dodged away.
"But you shouldn't have said those things. It's natural that people would be unhappy if they heard them."
"He said in front of so many people that I was going to molest his daughter. Of course I was not having it. Who would want that country bumpkin!"
"Alright, that's enough for now. I'll put in a good word for you later."
"Who asked you to plead for me? He's clearly wronged me!" Wei Xiangyang felt very uncomfortable thinking about how Zhang Qingqing had spoken so gently to that old man, Fang Zhiyi.
"Listen to me, this is all for our own good. If we're going to stay here, we have to find a way to make ourselves more comfortable. Do you really want to keep working and sleeping with other people every day?"
Wei Xiangyang remained silent for a moment before nodding with a reluctant expression.
Seeing him like this, Zhang Qingqing tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek. Wei Xiangyang beamed, then suddenly remembered something and reached into his pocket to pull out a handful of milk candies: "By the way, my mom will send some things in a couple of days. I'll give you all the malted milk powder to drink to help you get better."
Zhang Qingqing accepted it with a smile. She was attracted to Wei Xiangyang for this reason: his family was well-off, he was good-looking, and most importantly, he was easy to please.
She was not well-liked at home, so she gradually developed this personality of saying nice things to everyone she met. But that doesn't mean she's not cunning. Even now, in the countryside, she is still thinking about her future.
Fang Zhiyi made a special trip to the supply and marketing cooperative, and gritted his teeth to buy half a pound of fruit candy that didn't require sugar coupons. Then he happily returned home and gave it to his still crying daughter.
Fang Xiaoxia's eyes were filled with sadness. She knew she wasn't pretty, but being scolded in front of so many people today was something she couldn't accept at all.
"Dad, am I really ugly?"
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