"Where did you come from, you little beggar? Go outside to beg for food, why are you in a store?"
"You even stole the biscuits from the store. If you weren't so young, I would have called the security team to arrest you!"
A salesperson stood at the counter, his hands on his hips, swearing at the two children.
These two children are Song Yunying and Song Huazhi.
When Jiang Wanyue was buying drawing paper, she asked Song Yunying and Song Huazhi to wait on the side. There happened to be a shop selling pastries next door, and the two children involuntarily moved over there.
Song Huazhi was drooling with greed, so Song Yunying took out half a snack from her pocket and gave it to her brother.
Unexpectedly, the salesperson suddenly pointed at their noses and scolded them. The brother and sister were so frightened that one of them was stunned and the other started crying. They just stood there stupidly.
Jiang Wanyue pushed the crowd aside and squeezed in, squatting down and holding the two children in her arms.
She looked up and looked coldly at the arrogant salesperson in front of her: "You said my child stole the biscuits, do you have any evidence?"
"Do you need evidence for this?" The salesperson sneered, "How can you afford to buy shortbread when you are wearing such shabby clothes? You are standing here eating it, isn't it stolen?"
Jiang Wanyue spoke word by word: "Comrade, are you sure it's a shortbread?"
The salesperson nodded: "There were a few shortbread cookies on the counter just now, and she must have stood on tiptoe and stole one."
Song Yunying burst into tears: "Mom, I didn't steal, I didn't..."
Jiang Wanyue touched her hair and signaled that she was okay.
She picked up Song Huazhi, and in front of everyone, pried open the little guy's clenched fingers, revealing a small piece of snack.
She picked up the snack and said, "Everyone, look carefully, is this a shortbread?"
Although there is only a little bit left to eat, it is still obvious that it is a fried dough twist.
The salesperson's face immediately turned red and white: "I don't know where this fried dough twist was stolen..."
"You are maliciously accusing and spreading rumors without any evidence. My family has been poor peasants for eight generations. You are despising the peasant class and openly creating class antagonism." Jiang Wanyue said coldly, "I think a person with a problem in his ideological awareness is not worthy of being a salesperson in a state-owned store. This matter should be reported to the Revolutionary Committee."
The salesperson was struck by lightning.
In the past, those peasants from the countryside would just walk away with red faces after she said a few words to them, but this woman in front of her actually wanted to go to the Revolutionary Committee to sue her?
It was clearly a small matter of stealing, but it was suddenly raised to a political level, and she was accused of not having enough ideological awareness. She could forget about this job.
Many people were watching around.
Everyone had long been dissatisfied with the salesperson's attitude, and when they ran into one this time, they naturally started making sarcastic remarks.
"The child's clothes are just a little torn, but they are clean. How can he look like a beggar? This salesperson is just looking down on others."
"Our generation, going back three generations, we were all born in the mud. This is looking down on others. Tsk tsk, we should report it to the Revolutionary Committee."
"You're just a vendor, but you act like you're so noble. Sister, do you want to go to the Revolutionary Committee? Come on, I'll take you there!"
The salesperson grabbed Jiang Wanyue's arm and said, "Sister, I'm sorry. I was too abrupt just now. Please don't bother with me."
Jiang Wanyue pulled her hand away and said coldly: "Don't apologize to me."
The salesperson choked and had to look at the two children.
She took a deep breath and said, "Little brother, little sister, I was wrong just now. I shouldn't have called you beggars and said you stole things. Can you forgive me?"
Song Huazhi couldn't speak and buried his face in Jiang Wanyue.
Song Yunying pursed her lips and said nothing.
Jiang Wanyue pretended to leave.
The salesperson gritted his teeth and took out a bag from behind the counter: "I scared the eldest sister's two children and made them cry. It's my fault. Take these back and give them to the children. Don't hold it against me. I know I was wrong."
Jiang Wanyue took a quick glance and saw that the bag contained defective shortbread, about half a pound. This bag should cost five cents.
"You ran into me today. If you had hit a wall, you would have lost your job." Jiang Wanyue took the shortbread and looked at the onlookers with a smile, "My children can't finish so many, let's share them."
The onlookers didn't expect that they would get to eat shortbread just by watching the fun. They all praised Jiang Wanyue for her good looks and her ability to do things.
The salesperson was very depressed because it was clearly her who gave away the biscuits, but these people thanked someone else.
She regretted why she had accused the two kids of stealing when nothing happened. Now, she had lost more than she gained and was the one who suffered.
It was already late when we left the department store.
The mother and her two children walked towards the station.
Jiang Wanyue warned: "Yingzi, don't tell your brother what happened in the city today, okay?"
Song Yunying nodded and then asked, "Why?"
Jiang Wanyue touched her daughter's hair and said, "Because I didn't bring my brother with me, I was afraid he would be sad."
After walking for about half an hour, they arrived at Lianhu County Station. They got on the bus and found an empty seat to sit down. As soon as the bus started, the two children fell asleep on Jiang Wanyue. The bus was bumpy, and the children slept more and more soundly.
Around four o'clock in the afternoon, the car stopped at the commune bus stop.
Jiang Wanyue woke up the two children, took one in each hand, and dragged them under the car.
On the way back to Xiaojing Brigade from the commune, there are endless farmlands. The late rice has almost been harvested, and the laborers are plowing the fields. Next, they will prepare to sow winter wheat.
Before she reached the door of her house, Song Yunying suddenly pointed at a figure in the field and shouted, "Brother, it's my brother!"
Jiang Wanyue looked up and saw Song Huaizhi carrying a basket on his back, picking rice ears in the harvested rice field. As the rice harvest was almost over, there was nothing to pick up in the field, so he only put a little in the basket.
"Haizhi!"
Jiang Wanyue shouted.
Song Huaizhi raised his head and looked at the path towards the horizon.
His mother, along with his younger brothers and sisters, waved at him together. The evening sun shining on them made him feel particularly peaceful.
He didn't bother to pick up rice ears and just walked straight over from the field.
"Come on, Huaizhi, let's go home and cook!"
"Wait a minute." Song Huaizhi said while carrying the backpack, "I'll take these to the threshing ground first."
Jiang Wanyue smiled and said, "Then let's go together."
The threshing ground was built next to the brigade headquarters. It had a cement floor and was surrounded by piles of late rice. The rumbling sound of the threshers resounded through the sky, and men, women, and children were all busy.
Jiang Wanyue looked at the thresher with some curiosity. It was the first time she had seen it. The man stuffed a handful of rice into the iron mouth of the thresher. After a while, the rice grains and grass were separated. The straw fell directly and was picked up by the women with forks, while the golden rice grains fell in a parabola in the distance and piled up into a small golden mountain.
This scene formed a picture in Jiang Wanyue's mind, and she had the urge to paint.
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