But once this matter escalated, she wouldn't be able to find a good husband anytime soon, so naturally she was unhappy.
"I'll go take a look." Li Gang stood up to go check. They had been working hard all morning and wanted to eat and rest early, since they still had to work in the afternoon. Besides, they were particularly uncomfortable with the strange looks they were getting.
"The food is here, come and eat!" Yu Xiaohong came out carrying the food, her cheeks covered in sweat. Seeing her like this, no one else dared to say anything more.
"Why is it you? Isn't it Huang Siwen today?" Chen Guihua asked as soon as she opened her mouth.
Yu Xiaohong hesitated for a moment, then forced a smile. "Siwen fell into the water and wasn't feeling well, so I did it for her. It's not a big deal."
“Only you are so kind. If it were me, I wouldn’t tolerate her spoiled princess attitude. The grain in our yard was all earned by everyone together. We can’t let her eat for free.” Chen Guihua shouted, her voice carrying clearly into the inner room.
The others all looked on with approval. It was true that they were taking care of Huang Siwen, but ultimately, their own lives were more important. The life of an educated youth was already difficult enough.
Huang Siwen naturally heard it too, and his face showed an angry expression. He rushed out and started a fight. Other educated youths who came to stop the fight were also scolded by Huang Siwen, which was quite unpleasant.
Chapter 41: Those Abandoned by Educated Youth (2)
The Zhao family's home could be described as bare. Aunt Zhao's room contained only a simple table and chairs, a bed, and a conspicuous large trunk. Although the house was large, it was empty and pitifully desolate.
"Hongjun, tell Mom the truth, do you like Huang Zhiqing?" Wuyou spoke very directly, making Zhao Hongjun's face instantly turn red. In this era, people were still very innocent.
"Hmm..." After a while, a soft sound, barely audible, came from Zhao Hongjun's throat, a rare sight indeed.
"You little rascal, are you saying that because Huang Zhiqing is pretty?" Wuyou put her hands on her hips and grabbed her son's ear, pulling him out of his shy and innocent state.
Given Huang Siwen's temperament, most people wouldn't be able to handle her, especially this mother and son. The son likes Huang Siwen and is always accommodating, but he's also a quiet, reserved person. The original owner doted on her son and tolerated everything for his sake.
In their eyes, given their family's poor circumstances, being able to marry a wife, especially someone like Huang Siwen—a cultured, beautiful, and urban educated youth—was incredibly fortunate. However, it was precisely this mindset that fueled Huang Siwen's arrogance and led to the later tragedy.
"Hiss..." Zhao Hongjun's ears turned a little red. After grimacing, he still honestly said, "Huang Zhiqing is beautiful. All the men in the village like her. I don't deserve that."
As he spoke, Zhao Hongjun became somewhat disheartened, realizing that with his family's circumstances, it would be difficult for him to even find a wife.
“You child…don’t you know what kind of person Huang Siwen is in the village? She’s always accepting gifts from other men; she’s never been a decent person. Can’t you learn from your mother’s judgment?” Wuyou poked Zhao Hongjun’s head, exasperated.
"Really...really?" Zhao Hongjun stammered. He was so focused on his work that he never paid attention to anything else and didn't know anything about this.
"Only someone as stupid as you wouldn't know. I've seen her in the grove several times. She's so beautiful, it's normal for men to be interested in her, but the fact that she accepts all comers is her own problem." Wuyou put her hands on her hips. Of course, the original owner hadn't seen her, but it was a fact, and she wasn't afraid of being investigated.
"You're such a fool," Wuyou said resentfully, sitting down in a chair. Zhao Hongjun quickly stepped forward to massage Wuyou's shoulders, showing at least some awareness.
Wuyou relaxed and closed her eyes slightly. She had no choice but to marry Huang Siwen, given what had happened between them. Even though he was putting on a brave face now, she would gradually realize that the gossip in the village could be deadly in time.
In this life, however, she can no longer let women ride roughshod over them. She needs to properly discipline her son and let him know that a good husband doesn't just give in all the time.
"Mom, then I don't like her anymore." Zhao Hongjun said cautiously. In fact, his feelings for Huang Siwen were only because of her pretty face and fair skin that was different from the others in the village. He didn't have much affection for her. Compared to that, his own mother was more important.
"You silly child, after what you two have done, how can you not marry her?" Wuyou shook her head. It really is a long and arduous journey!
Wuyou suddenly opened her eyes. "There's just one thing: you're not allowed to see her or talk to her before I speak, and you're not allowed to agree to anything she says."
"Okay." Zhao Hongjun quickly replied, then continued to massage his mother's shoulders, working diligently and without daring to slack off.
Wuyou glanced at the other person's honest and simple face. This kid was really honest; he didn't even ask any questions.
As noon approached, the hottest time of the day, Wuyou went into the kitchen and made some simple brown rice porridge, which became her first meal of the 1970s.
Wuyou couldn't help but smack her lips, take a sip of water to moisten her throat. In the 1970s, it was difficult to even maintain basic food and clothing. The brown rice she ate on weekdays was so coarse that it could hurt her throat, and it had no oil at all.
"Come on, let's go to the back mountain." There are wild animals in the back mountain. Sometimes everyone gathers together to dig for wild vegetables at the foot of the mountain, but most of the time they dare not go deeper.
Behind the Zhao family's house lies the back mountain, undoubtedly guarding a treasure trove. In this day and age, many things remain unexplored, but filling one's stomach is not a problem.
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