When they arrived outside Mengjia Village, Meng Sheng rode his bike and carried the things into the village first. Feng Yijia then went to his own field and dug up a few sweet potatoes, carrying them back to the village, intending to mix them with sugar and eat them as a dish in the evening.
As soon as I entered the village, I met an unexpected person.
The loose homespun clothes could not hide the curvy figure of her body. Her black hair was braided into two pigtails. She stood in the shade of the tree in front with a red face. She looked like a ripe peach. Who else could it be but Chen Jiao whom I just met yesterday?
When Chen Jiao saw Meng Sheng returning home, she came to the road where he had to pass to wait for him.
When he saw Feng Yijia at this time, he strode up to him and looked at the man who was several shades whiter than him no matter how much he tanned, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.
He got straight to the point and said, “Just now I saw Meng Sheng putting something at your door.
Meng Shengniang is not someone you can easily get along with. Can we keep this a secret from each other?"
"Okay! Let's keep it a secret from each other!" Feng Yijia said with a meaningful smile without arguing.
Young girls are always easily fooled by sweet words and willingly jump into the fire pit regardless of all difficulties.
Only after three, five, or seven years, when life has drained your mind of love and romance, will you regret why you were so blind to fall in love with such a bastard.
One is the first child of the Chen family, and even though she is a girl, she is still favored by her parents. The other is a poor little girl in the village who has no parents and has endless work to do. They are of similar age and live in the same village but have little in common.
After a few words, they went their separate ways.
Feng Yijia went straight home, while Chen Jiao turned into a side road and no one knew where she was going.
When I got home, I heard a fight going on next door.
Amidst the chaotic sound of footsteps, Chen Hongxing's furious yelling was heard: "Don't run! Stop right there.
Did you ignore what I said last time?
You feel like you're floating around like a river after making some money. Why do you buy all those extremely expensive things?
You have no idea what our family's conditions are like.
If you don't save your money, it will be wasted."
"Oh, mother, you really hit me.
Tap, tap.
I earned money to buy things and brought them back to honor you, but I honored you wrongly!"
“Bah, I hope you will show respect.
I grew up in a remote mountain village, so I can’t eat those expensive things.”
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Feng Yijia listened for a while, looked at the things in the backpack, shook his head and laughed. Fortunately, he put them away, otherwise there would be more than twice as many, and Meng Sheng would probably be in a worse situation.
I put away the things I brought back and washed them. When everything was ready, the sun in the sky was about to set again.
The sounds of people shouting to go to the fields could also be heard from the neighbors on both sides.
Feng Yijia hurriedly counted out sixty yuan, took out the original IOU and a bag of malted milk, and went to Feng Chunhua's house.
Feng Chunhua's house is located in the middle of the narrow and winding village, and is also a house made of stone and earth walls.
The man Chen Wenman and the accountant Chen Hai are relatives within the fifth degree of mourning. He has been serving in the army all year round, so she lives with her two children and her parents-in-law.
In the village, when there are people at home during the day, there is basically no habit of closing the courtyard door.
When Feng Yijia arrived at the place, he saw Feng Chunhua trembling as she cut a mountain of sweet potato vines in the yard.
The woman, who exuded a sense of agility, held the vine with her left hand and swung the huge machete with her right hand, chopping the long vine into small pieces of an inch long one after another.
Her eyes were still fixed on the two children playing nearby, and she kept shouting, "Xiao Min, watch your brother! Don't let him stuff his hands full of mud into his mouth!"
Hey, don't sit on the ground, don't yell at me if you get a rash on your butt!"
He glanced at Feng Yijia coming in, his hands moving non-stop, and turned around to greet him with a smile: "Yejia is here, I'm busy here, go in and find a place to sit."
He was multitasking, not at all afraid that the knife in his hand might deviate half an inch and cut off several fingers with one stroke.
Cutting various grass leaves into sections and chopping roots into pieces with eyes closed is almost a must-have skill for women in the village.
Feng Yijia walked into the yard as if it were nothing special, chatting with people: "Uncle and aunt are not at home?
Are you cutting so much pig grass to store pig food for the winter?"
"How can that be? There are two big pigs, a dozen piglets, and quite a few chickens and ducks in the backyard. They're all staring at us. If I chop a bunch of them, it'll be enough to feed them for a meal tonight!
The child's grandparents have gone to their daughter's house these past two days, and I've been so busy taking care of all these animals by myself!
Feng Yijia, who hadn't even raised an animal, was at a loss for words. He put the malted milk on the table, touched the heads of the two children who were looking at him curiously, and directly took out the money and the IOU to explain his purpose.
"I came here today to pay back the money I owed to the village.
I've troubled Sister Chunhua a lot recently, so I brought some food here to nourish the two children."
Hearing this, Feng Chunhua finally stopped the machete in her hand, stood up and looked at the things on the table, and declined: "Why buy that expensive thing?
Not to mention that we are related, even if we are not, it is what I should do."
Feng Yijia smiled and said, "You also said that we are related. I bought some things for my two nephews and nieces, so shouldn't I share my share?"
Seeing that the man was sincere, Feng Chunhua no longer refused and skipped the gift.
Some people disapproved and looked at the money in Feng Yijia's hand and said: "Why are you in such a hurry to pay the collective money?
Let’s talk about it when we have more money.
No one's urging you to pay it back, so it's great to keep it for yourself and buy something else."
Feng Yijia stuffed the money into the person's hand and explained with a smile: "Thank you, Sister Chunhua, for thinking of me.
But I am the kind of person who always thinks about what I owe to others and can't sleep well at night.
I got some things from the mountains and sold them in the city, making some money.
Now that I'm not so tight on money, I'll come over and pay it back."
Feng Chunhua thought of the two large bags of snakes she saw last time, swallowed her saliva, took the money reluctantly, and shook her head, saying, "You are just too honest.
Others who owe the public money would rather deny it than pay it off, but you, on the other hand, are desperately trying to pay it back!"
Feng Yijia just smiled and didn't say anything. This made her feel guilty and blush.
I'm not doing this to pay off my debts.
She went up the mountain to collect herbs and paid off her debts quickly so that she could live a happy life with meat and eggs every meal.
Otherwise, if you owe debts but still eat and drink lavishly, what kind of person will you become if word gets out?
Feng Chunhua counted out the money one by one, patted her wrinkled clothes from sitting for so long, and said to Feng Yijia, "Accountant Chen keeps the IOUs from the village.
Please help me look after the two children. I'm going to pay the bill and get your IOU back."
"Okay, thank you for troubling Sister Chunhua!" Feng Yijia agreed hurriedly and watched the person run away.
Of course she knew that the IOU was kept by Accountant Chen, and she also knew that the repayment should be made to the village accountant.
But Accountant Chen’s wife Jiang Weihong was not a good person. She always looked at him as if he were an enemy.
As for the reason, she roughly knew it.
When I was a ghost, I heard the two of them talking during a quarrel. It seemed that when Chen Hai was young, he had some unspeakable feelings for his mother who remarried and had no news from him.
She had no idea whether it was true or just hearsay.
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