Chapter 35 Sister Hong is a tough and talkative person.
"Comrade, I'll take two jin of this red bean cake." Gao Xiaoman was generous, taking out a pile of money from her small bag.
She counted out a few bills for her fellow villager, who looked down to find change, but she said, "Keep the change, use the rest to buy something nice to eat."
The villagers were moved to tears; this beautiful girl was truly kind-hearted and beautiful inside and out.
What he didn't know was that Gao Xiaoman, though seemingly magnanimous, actually looked down on him.
Gao Xiaoman was willing to take any money that he had touched.
Gao Xiaoman quickly left the fellow villager's stall with the pastries in her hand. If she hadn't been really craving them, she wouldn't have wanted to get close to him.
Old, ugly, and filthy, with dirt hidden in the wrinkles of his face.
And those hands, so black and yellow, they looked disgusting.
If the pastries hadn't been packaged in bags, Gao Xiaoman wouldn't have bought them at all.
Gao Xiaoman, wearing leather boots, swayed with the gait of a young lady as she continued her search for delicious and beautiful things at the market.
I passed by a stall where two men were selling fabric.
She stopped and asked, "How much is this pink corduroy?"
Corduroy is very warm, and it would be perfect to make a pair of pants to wear in this weather.
"Comrade, you clearly know your stuff. Corduroy isn't something the average person can afford."
"The items displayed outside are all inexpensive; the high-end items are all inside. Would you like to take a look?"
The two men talked back and forth, pointing to the small house not far away.
Gao Xiaoman hesitated; her intuition told her she couldn't go.
Upon seeing this, the man immediately slapped her hand away: "If you can't afford it, don't touch it."
"That's right, you've dirtied all our fabric."
"Dressed so stylishly, yet can't even afford a high-end item. Pshaw, just showing off!"
Gao Xiaoman hated being looked down upon, so she immediately said, "Let's go, let's go see now."
As soon as she reached the door, Gao Xiaoman realized something was wrong.
There were no houses at all; they were clearly dilapidated cave dwellings.
She turned to leave, but the two men stopped her.
On the other side, the Party is mobilizing everyone to search for people.
"Group up in twos or threes, and don't get separated."
The crowd scattered immediately, searching in various places.
Shen Wanjun and Dang Xianghong were in the same group. Dang Xianghong was anxiously searching for someone while cursing Gao Xiaoman.
"She's so troublesome, she just won't join us. I think she looks down on us and despises us."
Shen Wanjun said, "Sister Hong, this is not the time to talk about this."
"Gao Xiaoman is a beauty-loving and picky person, let's go take a look over there."
Gao Xiaoman is very similar to the original owner of this body; both are young ladies from wealthy families, and their temperaments and hobbies are quite similar.
Gao Xiaoman was forced into the cave by the two men. She was so frightened that her legs went weak and she tried to scream but couldn't get her voice to work.
He opened his mouth for a long time, but couldn't make a sound.
"Dare to shout, or I'll kill you." A man drew a short knife from his waist.
"Hand over all your money and food," the other man said.
With trembling hands, Gao Xiaoman threw her wallet over, hesitated for a moment, and then threw over the candy and pastries she had just bought.
Saving your life is the most important thing right now.
The two squatted down to examine the items on the ground, and Gao Xiaoman took the opportunity to try to run away.
He had barely taken half a step when he was scolded: "If you want to die, then run away."
She was so frightened that she pulled her foot back and curled up into a ball.
Gao Xiaoman had been well protected by her parents in the greenhouse, and this was the first time she had encountered such a situation. Her face turned pale and she was at a loss.
She realized for the first time that without Shanghai and without her parents, she was nothing.
No one accommodated her, no one flattered her, and no one even stood up for her when she was in danger.
Her so-called husband left early and returned late, and the two of them barely exchanged a few words a day.
Just when Gao Xiaoman was in despair, Dang Xianghong appeared out of nowhere.
She kicked a man to the ground, thud—
The man slammed into the wall, clutching his chest, his face contorted in pain.
Another person tried to launch a sneak attack with a knife, but Shen Wanjun grabbed a clod of dirt and threw it at him.
"Sister Hong, be careful."
Before the clod of earth could even land, Dang Xianghong kicked it through the air and sent it flying into the man's face.
Dang Xianghong delivered another beautiful side kick, and the man clutched his groin, collapsing to the ground.
Shen Wanjun couldn't help but clap her hands: "Sister Hong, you're amazing!"
Sister Hong is a tough cookie; she's ruthless and talks a lot.
She kicked the two men to the ground, still feeling unsatisfied.
He simply kicked them while simultaneously cursing their ancestors for eighteen generations.
Soon, the police arrived, and the group was taken to the police station.
At the police station, the two thieves suddenly recanted their confessions, saying that Gao Xiaoman had seduced them and that they had given her the valuables and money voluntarily.
As the situation escalated, Jiang Weiguo's father, Jiang Xiangdong, was called in to mediate.
As the head of the local police brigade, Jiang Weiguo immediately sided with his own people: "Police officers, these two were just too hungry. They are three generations of poor farmers who couldn't afford to eat at home, so they took this risk and resorted to this desperate measure."
Jiang Xiangdong still had a small red flower pinned to his chest, and his voice reeked of alcohol.
Shen Wanjun sniffed; the air was thick with the smell of alcohol.
Could it be that today is Jiang Weiguo's wedding day? And is the bride Zhong Chuchu again?
The Shen and Jiang families had known each other since their ancestors' time, and Jiang Xiangdong had certainly met Shen Wanjun before.
Shen Wanjun shrank her neck and hid behind Dang Xianghong, not wanting him to see her.
At this stage, Shen Wanjun adheres to the principle of "the less trouble, the better," and tends to stay out of trouble like a turtle.
Silently repeating in my heart, "You can't see me, you can't see me."
Jiang Xiangdong was probably drunk today; he was slurring his words, and the police had a very bad impression of him.
As darkness fell, the trial finally concluded, the truth came to light, and the two men were handcuffed.
Once in the jeep for the return trip, Gao Xiaoman could no longer hold back her tears and burst into sobs.
While comforting her, Dang Xianghong rolled her eyes.
"Alright, alright, don't run around like that next time."
Please, young lady, be more careful! You're such a worry.
In contrast, Shen Wanjun, who was chatting with others, was also a young lady from a wealthy family, but she was much more reassuring.
The things I bought were all simple and practical, and many of them were even for the family and for Song Zhan.
Gao Xiaoman, of all things to buy, she bought a bunch of food and such flashy fabrics.
When you're out and about, and you have so much money in your bag, who else would a thief steal from but her?
Shen Wanjun dragged her tired body home, only to find the house in a mess.
The coal stove fell to the ground, the kettle spilled, and there was a lot of water on the ground.
"Husband? Husband?"
Shen Wanjun searched around but couldn't find Song Zhanren.
"Sister, Battalion Commander Song has gone to the hospital." Dang Xianghong rushed over with a flashlight.
She briefly explained what happened: Song Zhan wanted to drink water, but accidentally knocked over the coal stove and burned his leg.
“My husband, Lao Li, left me a note. He has already taken Battalion Commander Song to the hospital, so don’t worry.”
"Here, have a steamed bun, with sauerkraut and pork filling."
Dang Xianghong handed Shen Wanjun a steamed bun. Shen Wanjun was indeed starving; she had been too busy with other things today and hadn't had time to eat.
I took a bite of the steamed bun and arrived at the hospital. I had just reached the entrance.
Then they heard Song Zhan's shouting from inside: "Quack doctor! You're a quack doctor!"
"My legs are already hurting, and you're still saying they can't be cured?"
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