Seeing the new beautiful educated youth following behind the boy from the Yan family, the boy from the Yan family took over the wicker basket in her hand. The breeze lifted the handkerchief on the wicker basket, emitting bursts of flour aroma.
The gazes of the members standing by the ridge became more mixed. Some looked up and down with envy, some glared sideways with jealousy and disdain, and some looked around out of pure curiosity.
All kinds of emotions are intertwined and complicated, which is really hard to describe in one sentence.
"Mo Zhiqing, what great stuff did you buy? It smells so good that our mouths are watering." An auntie rested her chin on the top of the hoe handle and shouted to Mo Yutong.
"This is Aunt Zeng, the wife of Accountant Zeng in the team." When Yan Mingli said the word "daughter-in-law", the tips of his ears felt slightly hot.
After hearing his introduction, Mo Yutong retracted her gaze that had been grazing on the tip of his ear, and with a slight raise in the corner of her eyes, she replied to Aunt Zeng, "Aunt Zeng, I bought the buns in the county town."
"You bought it from a state-owned restaurant, right?" Aunt Zeng had also bought buns from state-owned restaurants, and the taste still makes her drool when she thinks about it.
"Yes, Aunt Zeng." The smile in Mo Yutong's eyes never faded. As long as her young man was willing to introduce someone, she would be polite as always.
"Can Mo Zhiqing finish such a big basket of buns?" A woman in her early thirties, who was standing next to Aunt Zeng and also using a hoe as a support but twisting her waist, sneered.
Hearing the woman's sneer, Yan Mingli paused slightly, turned his head and stared coldly at Widow He who was looking at him with a smile on her face.
At the same time, he felt her gaze sliding down his body unscrupulously, staying there and not moving away. Yan Mingli couldn't help but clench his fists tightly.
"Brother Youli is here!" Noticing Widow He's disgusting look, Mo Yutong let go of the hand that was holding the boy's clothes, took a small step forward, and stood just between the two of them.
This obviously protective gesture made the coldness in the boy's eyes gradually dissipate. The flower that was warm in his heart was gently breaking through the soil, attracting the warmth of the sun.
"Given the physique of the Yan family kid, he must have a big appetite!" Widow He's face darkened when she saw this, and her tone became even more impolite.
The members, both men and women, who were still plowing the soil far away from the path, were like Chinese pastoral dogs that had smelled something.
They didn't turn the land over or remove the weeds. They all held their hoes and looked at Widow He in the field and Mo Zhiqing on the road.
This is a classic drama of two women fighting for one man!
Although Mo Zhiqing was delicate and pretty, especially when she smiled, she was so pretty that no educated youth in the surrounding area could compare to her.
But Widow He is also quite charming. Apart from anything else, her soft waist that can be twisted into a pretzel and her powerful skills that make people unable to stop are not comparable to those of a little girl who knows nothing.
It was this male protagonist who made them feel so aggrieved!
A man whose father was beaten to death and whose mother was a slut and belonged to the fifth category of people, was lucky enough to be noticed by two women.
Even if Widow He only wanted to find a husband and raise a son, and even if Zhiqing Mo only wanted to have fun and be done with it, it did not prevent them from actually envying the boy from the Yan family.
"I can give it all to him." Mo Yutong's smile did not diminish. The more it was at this time, the more she could not retreat.
The woman's intuition told her that this disrespectful aunt wanted to take advantage of her young age.
Humph! Don't you see what's next to the tender grass? It must be her vine that has drawn a line on the ground to keep it prisoner. Whenever an old cow comes, she will raise the fence to climb high to stop the old cow's wishful thinking.
The little girl bared her teeth and protected the boy by her side. The wings that opened invisibly made the boy's heart surge with warmth.
Like the sunlight penetrating the morning mist, it instantly bathes people in happiness, warm and profound.
It was as if tens of millions of ants were pressing their antennae against his heart at the same time, causing him to feel numb and unbearable in deep shock.
"Mo Zhiqing, you are not attracted to the boy from the Yan family, are you?" Widow He said, and then she covered her mouth and laughed, thinking it was humorous.
She didn't believe that the educated youth from the city would really fall in love with a farmer who worked in the fields. No matter how handsome he was, he was still a farmer, wasn't he?
Fish seek fish, shrimp seek shrimp, and turtles seek tortoises.
A country man should find a country woman. If he dreams of finding an educated girl from the city, he is like looking forward to the moon on New Year's Eve or a loach hoping to jump over the Dragon Gate.
"Auntie, yes!" Mo Yutong looked back at her boy, her eyes and eyebrows smiling as gentle as water, like a pond full of ripples, gently spreading ripples in the boy's heart.
The members who were standing in the fields with their hoes on their shoulders watching the fun couldn't help but gasp. This was too bold!
In front of so many people, Mo Zhiqing was really brave! If this didn't work out, wouldn't his spine be broken? Could it be that Mo Zhiqing really fell in love with the boy from the Yan family at first sight?
Auntie? The naked age pressure and the undisguised disregard made Widow He so angry that her lips trembled.
Just as she was about to start cursing, Aunt Zeng stopped her and said loudly, "We'll be done for an hour or so. Everyone, hurry up and finish your work and go home for dinner. Look how delicious I am!"
"That's right, everyone, hurry up and make it. These buns are so delicious. We must use some oil residue to fry a big pot of cabbage tonight." An aunt quickly agreed.
"Yes, yes, finish the work quickly and go home." Another middle-aged man said while waving a hoe and turning the soil.
Occasionally, a few men who wanted to join in could only touch their noses in embarrassment and continue to turn the soil.
After all, the first bird to stick its head out gets shot. If a widow sticks out at this time, even if she is from the same brigade, she will inevitably be gossiped about.
They don't want to quarrel with their wives at home for the time being, they just want to get into bed and have a fight.
Seeing that no one was helping her and everyone was scattering to continue their work, Widow He became even angrier.
She smashed the ridge of the ground with the hoe hard, and the ridge bounced back a small stone at her without hesitation, hitting her right on the toe.
She whimpered in pain, looking so weak. Unfortunately, the men who were willing to hide in the haystack with her could only act as heroes in the dark, but they dared not help her in broad daylight.
So, amid Widow He's tearful cries of pain, Mo Yutong took Yan Mingli and turned into a small road.
After walking only a dozen steps, her boy stopped at the edge of the woods and looked at her silently.
Deep in the eyes are the surging waves, containing the ferocity of a storm.
"Brother Li, what's wrong?" Mo Yutong turned around and looked at her boy, with tender affection still in her eyes.
"..." Did she really like him? His brave little girl expressed her love and protection for him in front of so many people.
The wind was very light at this moment, and the sunlight was mottled on the ground through the leaves, but his heart was once again in a mess.
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