Ruan Xianxian looked at Jing Si, who seemed to wish he could grow wings and fly back to Beijing and had never appeared in Heilongjiang Province before, with a half-smile, and said with a smile:
"My advice to you is not to run away."
"Running won't help. My nephew is stubborn. His father told him to bring you back, and even if he chases you all the way to Beijing, he'll bring you back to the old man."
Jing Si, who had already stepped out of the brigade office, turned around, went to the telephone, took a deep breath, and took the receiver with his fingertips trembling slightly.
"Sir, I think this is all a misunderstanding. The marriage certificate only states that the Jing and Ruan families are united in marriage, without naming anyone. Please don't be deceived and used by such a villain."
"You mean I'm an idiot?" came a voice that was no longer young, but still full of energy, from the other end of the phone.
The person whose voice was being called seemed to laugh in exasperation, leaving behind the words, "Just wait and see," before hanging up the phone.
The busy tone came through the phone. Jing Si gripped the microphone so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He suddenly turned around, his eyes bloodshot.
Ruan Xianxian rolled her eyes. "Not only is he an idiot, but he's also an idiot with contempt."
Realizing what was happening, Jing Si frantically tried to grab the landline; he wanted to call back to Beijing, he didn't want to stay in Heilongjiang Province.
Ruan Xianxian's actions of not stopping him and even giving way gave him a glimmer of hope, and he pressed the hang-up button several times with two fingers together.
Jing Si, who had dialed the number, still didn't realize something was wrong until the microphone next to his ear remained silent for a long time. He suddenly looked down and saw that the phone line had been cut.
Ruan Xianxian took a step back, her smile meaningful, "Pingtou Village won the title of Excellent Brigade for three consecutive years before earning a spot to install a telephone."
"Oh no, oh no, you've broken it! What are we going to do?"
“It wasn’t me…” Jing Si’s face turned pale, his eyes were bloodshot and red. “It was you, it was you who cut the phone line.”
His initial high spirits upon arrival completely erased any trace of the air he had when he treated Ruan Xianxian, the fiancée arranged for him by the Jing family, as a mere plaything.
All that remained was fear, dread, and unease.
He knew that installing a telephone would cost three to four thousand dollars, but he didn't know if the repair costs would be just as high. However, he knew that this matter was not going to be resolved peacefully.
"I saw it! It was you who messed up our village's communications when you grabbed the phone! Captain, Captain, someone is deliberately sabotaging our village's telephone."
Suddenly a head popped in from outside the door. The beautiful woman covered her mouth with a handkerchief and took a step back. Was that country woman's face for real?
How can teeth grow like the most rugged mountain peaks?
Ma Dazui was unaware that she was being disliked. She rushed out like a gust of wind, running and shouting.
Before long, he summoned all the brigade cadres who were also on their way to the brigade office. Hu Heshuo ignored everyone else and went to inspect the brigade's most valuable assets in a few steps.
The line showed obvious signs of being torn, but unlike the group behind him who looked like the sky had fallen, he calmly asked, "How do you want to compensate me?"
After the initial panic subsided, Jing Si calmed down. He was afraid of the Heilongjiang Provincial Military Command, but that didn't mean he was afraid of the group of peasants struggling to make a living in the fields in front of him.
They wanted to shift the blame onto Ruan Xianxian, but seeing this group of peasants protecting her and partially surrounding her, they realized that wouldn't work.
He took a deep breath. "I sent a telegram to Beijing to ask someone to come and repair it."
Protected by everyone in the center, Ruan Xianxian whispered, "He comes from a wealthy family in Beijing, and he's very rich."
Do you look down on country folk? Well, let me show you how unreasonable country folk can be at this time.
“No way.” The accountant stepped forward. “You’ve broken our brand-new telephone, which we paid a lot of money for, and you think you can just fix it?”
If I break your mirror, can you fix it and make it usable again?
"We must replace it with a new one."
"Yes, replace it with a new one." The crowd, their eyes lighting up, exclaimed in unison.
"Fellow villagers, this is going too far," Jing Si said in a gloomy voice. "This is robbery, it's illegal. I promised to fix it, and I will have someone come to fix it. Don't go too far."
Someone glanced at him and said, "If I break your arm and then fix it for you, and you agree, we'll agree to fix the telephone too."
"right!"
Jing Si's face grew increasingly grim. "Comparing human lives to inanimate objects? You are utterly ignorant and treat human life as worthless."
This remark amused most of the people present. "Young man, seeing how well you're dressed, it turns out you're from a class that doesn't know the hardships of life!"
"Forget about human lives, even if you tied us all up and sold us, we wouldn't be worth the price of a telephone set."
"Tell me, will you pay with money or your life?"
Watching Jing Si involuntarily back away as a hoe handle was pressed against his face, Ruan Xianxian clicked her tongue, thinking, "The naiveté raised in the city."
At the height of the movement, even the Red Guards didn't dare to come to the countryside to cause trouble. They only dared to target landlords who were no longer protected by the villagers, for fear of not being able to return alive.
They were beaten by mobs and trampled to death after provoking public outrage, with nowhere to seek justice.
Jing Si still wants to reason with the villagers and use his status to threaten and intimidate them? On what grounds? On what grounds? On what grounds does he have some cheap, worthless nature?
The crowd, one after another, cornered Jing Si, giving the impression that if he didn't make a decision, they would do it for him and break his hands and feet.
At the crucial moment, Hu Heshuo finally spoke up, "Don't resort to violence. Give the young comrade a quiet environment so he can think things through."
We're not robbers, we can fix it, but we don't trust you. So, we'll have to trouble you to stay in the village until the phone is repaired.
That won't do.
The telephone was installed by the post office. He didn't know how long it would take to repair it, but if he wanted to install a new one, it would take anywhere from 2-3 months to a year and a half.
He works in a government department in Beijing, and this time he only took a few days off. Unexcused absence? And for several months? Are they trying to get him fired?
Jing Si even thought that being taken away by Feng Guang was better than being left here. At most, Feng Guang would only skin him alive and wouldn't really kill him, but if he stayed here, he would really die.
At this moment, Jing Si finally saw the truth, but it was too late!
He was restrained by two burly villagers who tied his hands behind his back and took him to the brigade's woodshed.
As he passed the beautiful woman, he couldn't help but wink at her furiously.
Wu Ma avoided his gaze, pretending not to see him, but at the same time she was also afraid. Was her son going to be sent to such a poor and remote rural area?
Jing Si was taken away, leaving her alone in the room. She was the only outsider there, and was locked onto by pairs of malicious eyes, causing the beautiful woman to tremble.
Too barbaric! The people of Heilongjiang Province are just too barbaric!
"Who are you?" Hu Heshuo asked, deliberately not dispersing the villagers. He noticed that the woman's attire was not simple and was intentionally putting pressure on her.
"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive. I'm not causing trouble. I just came to the countryside to see my son."
"Which one is your son?"
"Wu Xueliang".
Hu Heshuo thought for a moment, "Wu Xueliang? He's a pretty honest young man. He'll go to the fields when asked and carry manure when asked, unlike the troublemaker behind him."
The hostility has lessened considerably.
Just then, Wu Xueliang, covered in sweat, rushed in. "Mom, Mom, what brings you here? You're here, but why did you bite through the telephone line?"
Heaven knows that when he learned that his mother had run to the countryside, he rushed to the hospital to protect Zhaodi, but his mother didn't go to the hospital and came straight to the countryside.
As they chased after them, they heard all the way that a man and a woman had come to the village and, like mad dogs, had bitten through the telephone line...
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