Chapter 17: Sick in the brain, letter from the army

"I don't care whether she likes it or not." Chu Sangning rolled his eyes and waved his hands like he was chasing away a fly, "Don't disturb me while I'm working."

The sound of the two people talking attracted the scorer. Seeing Zhao Jiayun staying somewhere else, the scorer's rough voice suddenly came: "Who is that? Why aren't you doing your job? What are you doing?"

The flies left, and Chu Sangning breathed a sigh of relief. The morning was a tough one. Chu Sangning had never done anything, so he was an hour slower than the others. In the end, Lin Xiuzhi helped him a little, and he was able to go home in time for dinner.

After arriving home, Jiang Panan ran up to Chu Sangning as soon as he saw her, like a clingy puppy, "Sister, this is for you."

He took out half a biscuit from his pocket and held it in front of Chu Sangning. Before Chu Sangning took it, Pan Wenlan was wiping the child's hands with a towel and was happy to see the biscuit.

"Where did you get this cookie from?"

"Someone else gave it to me."

Pan Wenlan then asked, "Who gave it to you?"

"That's the person who exchanged jobs with my sister today."

Things given by He Yueyang? Where did she get these things? Chu Sangning frowned slightly. If He Yueyang had biscuits, she wouldn't have asked for them when she was hungry on the first day.

Unless... unless this cookie isn't hers.

"What did I tell you? You are not allowed to ask for other people's things." Pan Wenlan was teaching her son while holding his hand. No matter how poor a person is, he should not ask others for things.

Jiang Panan was scolded by her mother for no reason. Her big eyes flickered and suddenly turned red. She nodded aggrievedly, "Mom, I didn't ask for it. She gave it to me."

Seeing that Jiang Pan'an was about to cry, Chu Sangning stepped forward to take the biscuit, signaled to Pan Wenlan, and then took Jiang Pan'an to her room.

Jiang Panan cried like a little cat. Chu Sangning asked her to wipe her tears with a handkerchief in a funny way. "Don't cry, or your eyes will be swollen soon."

"Sister, I didn't. It wasn't my initiative." Jiang Pan'an pouted aggrievedly and said with sobs.

"Okay, I get it, sister. But next time she gives you something, don't take it." Chu Sangning didn't understand He Yueyang's intention and was afraid that there was something wrong with the biscuit.

He Yueyang had no idea that the biscuits he had given to Jiang Panan had been thrown away by Chu Sangning, and he was still secretly rejoicing. He thought he was so generous, and if the Jiang family knew about it, they would definitely regret not choosing him.

On the way home from work, He Yueyang couldn't hide the smile on his face until he saw a little girl. He Yueyang cursed in a low voice: "Plague God, it's really my bad luck."

She took a few quick steps, and the little girl put her fingers in her mouth, drooling, and followed He Yueyang like a follower who couldn't be shaken off.

Last night, He Yueyang moved to her fellow villager's house. She didn't have enough food at night, so she hid in the house and secretly ate a piece of biscuit.

It turned out that the girl had a keen nose and discovered it. In order not to alarm others, He Yueyang reluctantly broke off a small bite and gave it to the girl. Who knew that she would rely on him?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. If he could rely on her once, he could rely on her countless times. She turned around impatiently and stared at the girl with a scrutinizing look, glaring at her fiercely, "Don't follow me."

He Yueyang seemed to be getting impatient with being pestered. He pushed the girl on impulse and said, "Get lost. It's good enough that I gave it to you. You still dare to rely on me."

The girl sat down on the ground, her nose felt sore, and she tilted her head back and started crying loudly.

He Yueyang was afraid of being seen by others, so he quickly walked away. The girl stared at He Yueyang's back, blinked hard, howled twice, then came to her senses and stood up slowly.

After returning home, He Yueyang walked towards his room without even raising his head and without even saying hello.

"Mom, why do we want an educated youth to come to our house? She does nothing and still wants us to serve her." The old lady's daughter-in-law was a hot-tempered person. She put down the broom in her hand, rolled up her sleeves and started to argue with He Yueyang.

The old lady, wearing patched clothes, smiled nonchalantly and said, "The educated youth are well-educated, which can be regarded as a blessing for our little girl."

When the woman heard her mother-in-law talking about her youngest daughter, Xiaoya, she suddenly fell silent.

Xiaoya is a concern for her family because she did not receive enough nutrition during her pregnancy and something unexpected happened during her delivery. Xiaoya is different from other children. She only knows how to eat, drink, defecate and urinate. She is already four or five years old and still cannot speak.

The woman felt guilty towards her husband's family every time she thought about it, but her mother-in-law and her husband never complained and did their best to take care of Xiao Ya.

Otherwise, like other families in the village, little girls would have to go out to work at the age of four or five.

He Yueyang heard the conversation between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law at the door and heaved a sigh of relief. It turned out that the little girl was a fool. No wonder he had never heard her speak.

As for what happened just now, I'm not afraid that the little girl will complain. After all, she can't even speak, so what kind of complaint can she make?

He Yueyang felt relieved. He didn't care how nervous the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were when they saw the little girl covered in dirt. When it was time to eat, he pretended nothing had happened and walked out, as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Jiayun worked like a slave in the Luo family, like a free babysitter. In order to win the favor of Luo Yiping's mother, Zhao Jiayun spent a lot of money.

Not only did she take out the sausage that she couldn't bear to eat, she also washed the dishes and swept the floor on weekdays. Her gentle appearance made Luo Yiping's mother even more proud.

He told everyone he found a good educated youth.

However, whether this was good or not was just her one-sided opinion. Everyone just smiled and said nothing. Zhao Jiayun actually took Luo Yiping's mother's compliment to her as recognition.

She showed off in front of Chu Sangning time and again, which made Chu Sangning think she was a psychopath.

Even Lin Xiuzhi and Pan Wenlan privately told Chu Sangning to stay away from Zhao Jiayun.

"I think this girl is a little bit mentally ill, stay away from her."

"Okay, Auntie, don't worry, I won't let her bully me." Chu Sangning clenched his fists and spoke softly.

Time passed day by day, until one day it rained and Chu Sangning didn't go to work. He was sleeping in the house when he suddenly heard a cry from the yard.

She hurried out, "Auntie, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Xiuzhi held a piece of paper in her hand and cried so hard that she almost fainted.

Pan Wenlan, who was standing by, supported her mother-in-law and whispered to comfort her, "Mom, don't worry, you're just scaring yourself. I'll go to the county town tomorrow to ask, okay?"

After her mother-in-law's mood improved a little, Pan Wenlan finally had time to explain to Chu Sangning.

"As you know, my brother-in-law is a soldier in the army." Pan Wenlan glanced into the house and spoke slowly in a low voice: "There has been no news for a long time. Who would have thought that someone would suddenly deliver a letter today."