Chapter 4 004 Chu Song expresses envy
Fang Qingrong was unwilling.
He was not stupid, and he knew that what Chu Song said was true or false, and he could only believe half of it at most. Aunt Ye would never break her legs for such a small matter.
Fang Qingrong lowered her eyes, and when she looked up again, her expression was much more distant. "Thank you, Aunt Ye, for your kindness. I appreciate it."
Chu Song glared at the man angrily. This was not acceptable and she was unwilling to do that. She couldn't just knock the man unconscious and take him back. Was her home some kind of Pansi Cave?
Can’t get out once you’re in?
"Am I terrible, or do you hate me?"
Neither. Fang Qingrong didn’t know how to explain it to her.
The field where they planted sweet potatoes was called Fengshun Field. It sounded nice, but it wasn't good farmland at all. The yield was limited and the land was very barren. It was small and remote, so no one usually came. So he helped her with some of the work, which was harmless.
Although Aunt Yang likes to gossip about others, she has a good relationship with Chu Song, so even for the sake of the captain, she would not spread any more information.
"If I agree to you, do you know what will be spread around the village tomorrow?" Fang Qingrong continued without waiting for Chu Song to speak. "You will be called a landlord's son of a bitch, criticized, and slandered as a traitor or even a reactionary."
The words "landlord's son of a bitch", "stinky old ninth", "□□" accompanied him throughout his childhood. Until a few years ago, some people would throw manure into his yard at night to vent their anger.
Chu Song didn't understand, but Aunt Ye also didn't understand? She shouldn't have any contact with people like him.
Chu Song uttered a soft "Ah," half believing and half doubting: "Is it really that serious?"
She was not very good at history and had only glanced at these things in books.
Fang Qingrong avoided answering, her eyes fierce: "You should stay away from me."
He deliberately lowered his eyelashes and pursed his lips. There was a fierceness in his dark eyes. He looked like someone who was not to be trifled with. If he met a timid person, he might really show his cowardice.
But she threatened the wrong person. Chu Song would not take soft or hard tactics. In her mind, Fang Qingrong was just free labor that was easy to fool.
Stay away? Are you kidding me? Are you going to let her plant sweet potatoes alone?
Chu Song put on the face of an old-world slave owner and scolded, "What are you doing? Get back to work!"
Fang Qingrong: "..."
Chu Song successfully caught fish all day and returned home in a happy mood. Seeing that she came back alone, Ye Xiuzhi hurriedly asked, "Where is the person you asked me to invite?"
"I invited him, but he absolutely refused to come."
"You must be shy and embarrassed." Ye Xiuzhi added, "You should ask me a few more times, otherwise I won't feel comfortable."
"Of course not, my mouth is dry. You're awesome, go and treat me!"
After saying that, Chu Song remembered what Fang Qingrong had said. She repeated it to Ye Xiuzhi and asked curiously, "Is it true?"
"No, not really. It's been more than ten years. The situation is not as tense as before. He still has a shadow in his heart." Ye Xiuzhi said, sighing in her heart that he must be an upright and kind young man who has not grown up astray.
Chu Song nodded. He was indeed exaggerating.
Ye Xiuzhi: "It hasn't been easy for the Fang family kid these years. He's supporting a family at such a young age. When those things happened, he was still a child."
Chu Song wasn't very interested: "Oh."
Ye Xiuzhi glanced at her daughter and saw that she was holding her chin with a silly look on her face. Although she was here, her soul had already drifted to the kitchen!
A greedy girl.
She was completely relieved. There was no way they were having an affair! If there was, it would probably be with egg custard and bacon.
Chu Song didn't realize that her mother disliked her again while she was daydreaming. She discovered a very serious problem: her elder brother wanted to take her to the city to play tomorrow, but her pockets were cleaner than her face, and she only had two cents on her body.
Two cents, how can people be so poor!
I finally made it to the county town, but I could only look and couldn't buy anything.
Chu Song couldn't stand this grievance, she rubbed her eyes and tried to make herself look as pitiful as possible.
“Mom—”
When Ye Xiuzhi heard the tone, she knew that the debt collector had arrived.
She said with a sullen face: "Let it go."
Chu Song came over with a shy smile.
Finally, after much persuasion from Chu Song, Ye Xiuzhi reluctantly gave her 15 cents of pocket money, and also reminded her not to get carried away by the money and not to buy things she shouldn't buy.
Chu Song, who had a huge sum of 35 cents: "..."
She was worrying too much. She couldn't afford anything she shouldn't buy!
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The next day, at dawn, Chu Song was mercilessly awakened by her mother's iron palm.
Ye Xiuzhi urged her: "Hurry up and get up. Are you going to the city or not?"
"Go, go right away, get up right away..." Chu Song responded, but his voice became smaller and smaller, and he was about to fall asleep again.
Ye Xiuzhi couldn't stand it any longer, as he didn't sleep at night and didn't wake up during the day. She simply said, "Everyone is ready to go. If you can't get up, don't go!"
"don't want!"
Chu Song arched her back in the quilt. The desire to go into the city overcame her desire to sleep in. She got up yawning, subconsciously glanced out the window, and was stunned.
"It's not even daybreak yet!"
Ye Xiuzhi replied: "What else? Let's wait until dawn before setting off. Are you planning to come back at night?"
Chu Song curled her lips. It was probably only a little after four o'clock. She guessed that she would have to get up early, but this was too early!
Chu Song deeply understood what it meant to "get up earlier than the chickens."
Ye Xiuzhi left after seeing her wake up, but she didn't forget to remind her: "Hurry up and pack up. Your eldest brother will come to call you later. If you dawdle, don't go."
"knew."
Chu Song responded and used the butterfly hair tie that the original owner had treasured to braid a fishbone braid for herself. Finally, she used her fingers to comb the loose hair to create a lazy and fluffy look.
In this era, this way of tying is advanced and fashionable.
Oh my god, who is this beautiful baby?
Oh, it's a flower that blooms in every corner of the country.
Chu Song looked at herself in the mirror and showed off for a while until Ye Xiuzhi started urging her again before she walked out the door. She deliberately made sure to walk with an elegant pace.
"Xianxian, your braids are so beautiful." The straight man praised sincerely.
Chu Song raised his chin: "Low profile, low profile."
Ye Xiuzhi now acted like a loving mother, smiling cheerfully. She felt relieved that she had raised her daughter well, and it made her proud whenever she took her out.
"I've made some steamed sweet buns for you to eat on the way. Don't go hungry."
Brother Chu took it and said, "Okay, Mom, we'll go first."
"Let's go and come back soon."
Chu Song also waved his hand, not forgetting to make a promise: "Mom, I will bring you something delicious when I come back."
Ye Xiuzhi glared at her and said, "Who cares about that?"
It really benefits my heart.
Chu Hang was on a business trip this time. He had to go to the grain and oil station in the county town to buy pig feed for the team. Pig feed should be mixed with pig grass so that the piglets can grow fast and fat.
The pigs raised by their production team are the biggest and best every year, and are envied by other villages.
Chu Song soon became tired and asked, "Brother, how long will it take us to reach the city?"
Chu Hang said mysteriously, "We won't be walking this time. Let's take a ride."
"That's great! You're amazing, bro."
Then Chu Song saw her brother taking her to the village entrance. There was a modified tractor parked in the open space at the entrance, and the wooden carriage at the back could seat six or seven people.
Someone in the car said, "Brother Chu, you're here? Come on in the car."
Chu Hang thanked him, let Chu Song get in the car first, and followed closely behind.
It was still dark at this time, pitch black. Chu Song couldn't see anyone clearly. He only heard a rustling sound, and then the lady driving the tractor in front asked if everyone had arrived. Everyone in the carriage had returned.
"Okay, hold on tight, let's go!"
This cool tractor rumbled onto the road.
Chu Song: “…”
Okay, she’s not picky, as long as it’s a car.
The journey was longer than I had imagined. The sky was already turning pale and the sun was about to come out. The golden morning light was hidden among the clouds.
Chu Song was so shaken that he felt sick all over. He said weakly, "Brother, when will we arrive?"
It was also Chu Hang's first time riding a tractor to the city. It was different from the small roads he usually took. He replied uncertainly, "It should be soon, little sister. Are you carsick?"
"Comrade Chu, I have a plastic bag here. If you want to vomit, you can vomit here first."
The voice was quite pleasant. Chu Song looked at the person who spoke twice. She was not carsick, but was simply uncomfortable with the bumpy mountain road, especially her buttocks, which were numb.
Chu Hang took it for her, "Thank you, Comrade Xiao Lu, for giving us a ride and lending us your bag."
Lu Minglin chuckled: "It's okay, Brother Chu, we are all on the same team and should help each other."
Just pretending, Chu Song thought.
She looked up at the man. He was wearing a white shirt and military pants. His hair was meticulously groomed, and she didn't know if he had applied hair oil. He turned out to be a delicate little fairy.
He offered to lend her the bag, probably because he was a germaphobe and was worried that she would vomit in the car.
Perhaps it was because Chu Song's expression was too direct that Lu Minglin could hardly ignore it. He smiled and said, "Comrade Chu, is there something dirty on my face?"
"That's not the case, but," Chu Song was really curious, "did you put on hair oil?"
Before Lu Minglin could answer, the people around him couldn't hold back and burst into laughter without caring about their image, attracting the attention of everyone in the car.
Lu Minglin's smile remained unchanged, but his tone was somewhat embarrassed and annoyed: "Is there any problem?"
Chu Song: "It's okay."
I'm so envious. Those who can afford hair oil must be from wealthy families, right? Are they educated youth from the city?
The person who was laughing just now winked and said jokingly, "Hey, Minglin is the one who cares most about his image among us."
Lu Minglin glanced over and said threateningly, "Cen Zimu."
Cen Zimu immediately admitted his mistake and told himself to shut up.
Minglin? Lu Minglin? Chu Song's expression suddenly changed.
Although she hadn't finished reading the novel written by her arch-enemy, there were two hot comments in the comment section, one criticizing her and the other discussing Lu Minglin.
The former is an insult, the latter is a compliment.
hehe.
Chu Song: "Tsk."
Lu Minglin lowered his eyelids, a little confused. Was it an illusion? Why did he feel that Comrade Chu seemed... not very friendly to him?
The tractor swayed for another half an hour before finally arriving at the destination. Chu Hang was in a hurry to buy feed, so he asked Chu Song if he wanted to go shopping by himself or go to the grain and oil station with him first.
What's the point of the grain and oil station? Chu Song decisively refused, "Brother, just go with peace of mind. We will meet here when the time comes."
Chu Hang was a little worried about the girl's safety. Chu Song tried to persuade her and even extorted a few cents from her before he finally sent the worrying brother away.
Chu Song, with a huge sum of money in his pocket, bought a candied haws on the street. At that time, candied haws were a rare commodity and cost eight cents, which was equivalent to the price of a bowl of plain noodles.
Under the envious gazes of the children, Chu Song took a luxurious bite of a large hawthorn. Compared with the candied haws she had eaten before, the taste was only average, but Chu Song had no choice at this time.
The busiest place in the city is undoubtedly the supply and marketing cooperative. Chu Song arrived early, and the line at the door was not long. Seeing that more and more people were coming, she hurriedly squeezed in with the crowd.
The salesperson at the supply and marketing cooperative yelled at the side: "Line up, come one by one, don't rush."
Chu Song never expected that there would be a long queue outside and it would be so crowded inside. She was thinking about whether to continue or make a strategic withdrawal when she felt someone punching her waist twice.
She turned around and saw a little kid about six or seven years old, who was staring at the candied haws in her hand, smiling in a sly manner, with no apology on his face, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
Can Chu Song tolerate this?
She immediately punched him back twice.
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