Chapter 14014 Chu Song's Moral Kidnapping
Fang Qingrong explained: "Grandma just doesn't like to talk much, not that she doesn't like you."
Chu Song still had this confidence. She walked into the yard with her head held high and her chest puffed out. "Of course I know! There's no way anyone in this world doesn't like me. If there is, that's their problem."
If it were someone else, Fang Qingrong would probably frown in disgust, thinking that the words were too arrogant, but when it came to Chu Song, he just thought she was straightforward and cute.
Chu Song looked around and found that Fang Qingrong's house looked grand with a courtyard layout, but when he actually stepped inside, he felt a cold and empty feeling.
Unlike her home, which is full of the shabby atmosphere of life.
That’s right, happiness comes from comparison!
Fang Qingrong went into the kitchen and brought out the food. It was rare for Chu Song to see him eat anything other than steamed buns, although there were not many grains of rice in the porridge in the bowl, and most of it was in Weng Fengwei's bowl.
"Grandma, eat."
Weng Fengwei nodded, took out a piece of red cloth from her arms, opened it, and inside was a piece of floral cloth. She opened it again, and finally there was a layer of plastic paper. She took out a few bills from a stack of change.
"Here's the money for the meat."
Chu Song counted it and it was a total of fifty cents. She didn't know the market price, but after estimating the prices of goods at that time, she felt that she was not cheated.
"Thank you, grandma. You are so kind."
Chu Song did not refuse and accepted it without hesitation. Weng Fengwei's expression softened and became less tense.
"Let's eat." This time he was obviously talking to Chu Song.
Fang Qingrong followed Chu Song's request, cleaned the snake meat and cut it into two, stir-fried one half with chili peppers and stewed the other half in a pot.
Chu Song tasted it and said, "It tastes better than what my mother makes."
The Chu family's cooking skills are not very good, and the food is only edible. Of course, people of this era do not pursue delicious food, and filling their stomachs is the most important thing.
Among all the fun things to do, eating comes first, and Chu Song is never vague about it. She eats very quickly, and at the table she has a bold and unrestrained demeanor without being rude. In short: her eating manners are very expressive.
Even Weng Fengwei couldn't help but take a few more glances. She was old and her appetite had always been poor. As she watched, she unknowingly ate half a bowl of rice more than usual.
Weng Fengwei: “…”
After dinner, Fang Qingrong went to clean the kitchen on her own initiative. Because Weng Fengwei was serious, Chu Song classified her as "an old lady who was indifferent to her smile, suspected of having depression, and seemed difficult to get along with."
Chu Song squatted outside the chicken coop and petted the chickens from Fang Qingrong's house. She was more popular with animals than with people. Because of her superb skills, all the puppies, cats, chickens and ducks in the village liked to be petted by her.
However, people in that era were not able to get enough food, and only a very small number of wealthy families were willing to keep pets, so the animals she petted the most were her own chickens, ducks, and geese.
Weng Fengwei came over, scattered a handful of rice bran and corn kernels into the chicken coop, and asked her, "Are you Chu Yaoguo's daughter?"
"Yes." Chu Song was sure that she came to talk to him on purpose. After all, she was a popular female star in Luhua Brigade, and her name was the most frequently mentioned by the old men and women at the village entrance. How could anyone not know her!
"Do I look like my dad?"
“No.”
Chu Song was relieved. "I don't think so either. As for me, I was born with the best qualities of my parents, and I got promoted by the way."
Weng Fengwei smiled. Nowadays, young girls are more reserved than each other. Chu Song is a bit like her youngest daughter who has studied abroad and learned Western customs. She is enthusiastic and confident.
It’s a pity that in the end... Weng Fengwei suppressed his smile and sighed softly.
Chu Song was very carefree and was completely unaware of Weng Fengwei's complicated thoughts. She was still happily thinking that she was the most beautiful girl in the Chu family.
There is a flower in the whole area, everyone who sees it praises it.
"Grandma, I think you look a lot like Comrade Xiaofang."
"How are they similar?"
Chu Song said seriously, "You guys don't like to talk."
Weng Fengwei was silent for a moment.
"Look, look, you're silent again."
"...Qingrong used to be a lively child."
"Really?" Chu Song felt that the word "lively" had nothing to do with Fang Qingrong.
Weng Fengwei nodded, but didn't want to say more. She returned to her previous cold demeanor and waved her hand, saying, "It's almost time. You should go to work."
Even without her saying it, Chu Song could roughly guess the reason. The atmosphere of criticism and denunciation had faded a lot now. A few years ago, some people with bad backgrounds would often do farm work in the fields. While they were doing their work, people would come with drums and gongs, and then take them away for criticism and denunciation. Not only would they be looked down upon, but some would even be beaten.
Anyone who has lost their family and friends and then encounters such a thing will not be able to live a lively life. Fang Qingrong spent her childhood and youth in such an environment.
Chu Song: "Grandma, do you know a saying?"
"What?"
“The road is tortuous, but the future is bright!”
Weng Fengwei was stunned. Chu Song thought to himself that she was such a warm-hearted little angel. He was the first to be moved. Fortunately, saying nice things was free, so she could say as much as she wanted.
"I'm leaving now, grandma. I'll come back to play next time."
Weng Fengwei snorted after a while: "Just talking to yourself, I didn't ask you to come and play."
Chu Song didn't hear this. Even if she did, she would think that Weng Fengwei was a proud and arrogant person who said one thing and did another.
Because he was a little full after lunch, Chu Song temporarily canceled his nap plan and decided to go into the mountains with Fang Qingrong.
Live by the mountain, eat by the mountain; live by the water, eat by the water. If we say that farmers love the land first, the mountains are their second favorite.
And the mountains will not let down any hardworking person.
When they stepped out of the forest, the basket on Fang Qingrong's back was already full. Chu Song had bird eggs in his left pocket and wild chestnuts in his right pocket. He also had a good harvest.
"Here, for you." Before parting, Fang Qingrong handed her a few wild plums from her pocket. "Not sour, but sweet."
Chu Song wiped it with the corner of his clothes and took a bite. It was indeed very sweet. "Where did you pick it? Why didn't I see it?"
"They've all been eaten by birds, only these few are left."
Chu Song admired Fang Qingrong's ability to search. Going into the mountains was like going home. He knew exactly what grew there and what didn't.
"I love this, Xiaofang, you're such a nice person!"
Fang Qingrong was a little shy, and seeing her happy made him happy too. He pursed his lips and smiled, and the sharpness between his eyebrows was diluted, leaving a pair of eyes that were black and bright, and wet with water.
Only then did he start to look like a grown-up boy.
"See you tomorrow then!"
Fang Qingrong nodded. Life was always dull and tedious, with a lingering sense of hardship. This was the first time he felt an expectation for "tomorrow".
"Yeah, see you tomorrow."
Chu Song did not forget what Ye Xiuzhi had told her yesterday. She had to go to the educated youth site to invite Lu Minglin to dinner at home. So as soon as she said goodbye to Fang Qingrong, she rushed to the educated youth site.
She did not dare to delay on the way, and told the female educated youth before she started cooking that she would cook for one less person tonight.
After the female educated youth nodded in agreement, Chu Song consciously moved a chair and sat in the yard waiting for the "rabbit".
Except for the person whose turn it is to cook today, the other educated youth have not returned yet.
Chu Song waited and waited, and the educated youth came back one after another, but there was no sign of Lu Minglin. She felt something was wrong, so she waited for a while, and finally Cen Zimu showed up.
"Cen Zimu!"
"Chu Song, why are you here?"
Chu Song didn't have time to answer his question, and asked hurriedly: "Where is Brother Minglin going? Why hasn't he come back yet?"
"He took a leave of absence this afternoon and went to the city. Calculating the time, he should be back soon. What's going on? Do you have something to talk to him about?"
Chu Song opened his eyes wide: "Going to the city?"
"Yeah." Cen Zimu was a little curious, "So, what do you want from him?"
"What else could it be? My mother wants to treat him to a meal."
"Did you invite me?"
Chu Song shook his head seriously: "No."
Cen Zimu guessed that it was probably because of the fish Lu Minglin sent. He pretended to be sad and said, "Tsk, this really makes me feel disappointed."
Chu Song reached out to her and raised his chin.
Cen Zimu was puzzled: "What do you mean?"
"Give me money, not a dime is too little, not a dime is too much. If you pay me, I will allow you to eat at my house."
Cen Zimu: "...Swindler!"
"Thank you for the compliment." Chu Song accepted it humbly.
Because Cen Zimu said Lu Minglin would be back soon, Chu Song prepared to wait patiently for a while, but she waited and waited but no one showed up. It was not until she stood up and wanted to give up that she saw the late figure of the man.
"Brother Minglin~"
Lu Minglin was greeted by a cheerful female voice.
Lu Minglin was so frightened that he stopped where he was and said hesitantly, "Chu Song?"
"Yeah, my mom said we'll have dinner at my house tonight." Chu Song's eyes fell on his back, and he pinched his throat and asked knowingly, "Brother Minglin, what are you carrying?"
"It's a package from my family."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Minglin noticed that Chu Song's eyes were frighteningly bright, with an unusual eagerness, as if he couldn't wait to... replace him??!
"Wow, I'm so envious of Brother Minglin!"
Lu Minglin smiled awkwardly but politely. Thinking of what she had just said, he refused without a second thought: "Thank you for your kindness, Aunt Ye, but the educated youth camp has already prepared my meal, so..."
"I'm so smart, of course I've made preparations. Don't worry, Xiaorong didn't even prepare your meal."
Xiaorong is the female educated youth whose turn it is to cook today.
Lu Minglin: "...Actually, I just ate in the city."
"That's okay, you can come to my house and sit down."
"but……"
Chu Song frowned and began to use moral blackmail on him: "With so many excuses, do you look down on me? Do you think my mother's cooking is bad? Or do you city people look down on country people?"
Lu Minglin looked at her in astonishment, probably because he didn't expect that these hats would be inexplicably buckled down in just a few seconds.
"Of course not!"
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