◎Being remembered◎
"Sister Baozhen, where are you going in such a hurry?"
The leader of the scoundrels is called He Dazhuang. All his family members have died, and he lives alone in the back mountain. No one teaches him and he has not learned anything well. He just idles around all day, likes to do some sneaky work, and likes to make teasing remarks to girls, especially Liang Baozhen.
He had taken the Liang family into consideration before, as Song Chunhua was not someone to be trifled with. Later, he was also worried about offending the director of the state-owned factory in the city. When He Dazhuang heard that Liang Baozhen's good marriage was over, he immediately smiled. In his eyes, the girl whose engagement was broken off was a piece of fat meat, and he had to take a bite of it.
Liang Baozhen didn't respond, walked around a few people and was about to leave. The more she talked to these people, the more she would suffer. They were shameless and didn't care about their reputation. They even wanted to be associated with her. She would never be able to wash herself clean even if she jumped into the Yellow River.
"Hey, hey, hey, why are you leaving now?" He Dazhuang stretched out his hand to stop her. In his opinion, Liang Baozhen, who had called off an engagement, was not as elegant as before, so she couldn't pretend anymore. "Sister Baozhen, you're not getting married either. Are you waiting for me?"
"Da Zhuang, Sister Bao Zhen is waiting for you to be her groom."
"Of course! It would be great to marry our big brother, Da Zhuang. You can be the head of the family and have your say in the house."
He Dazhuang was flattered by what his younger brothers said, as if he and Liang Baozhen had really reached the stage of discussing marriage. Then he looked at Liang Baozhen again and found that she was still so beautiful even after the broken engagement, with a fair and clean face. He really wanted to touch her.
As he was thinking, he stretched out his hand, and Liang Baozhen was so frightened that he blocked the hoe in the basket in front of his chest with his backhand, "What are you doing? My hoe has no eyes."
The village hooligans are bullies who only bully the weak and fear the strong. If you give him a point, he will take a inch further.
"Yo, yoo, you're really a hottie." He Dazhuang spat on the ground and clapped his hands, "Are you blaming me for not coming to talk about marriage? Don't worry, I'll prepare the gifts."
"Don't get involved with me." Liang Baozhen glared at him with her almond-shaped eyes, and said firmly, "If you get in my way again, I'll chop you off."
Seeing that Liang Baozhen seemed to be serious, He Dazhuang and the others stepped aside and watched their sweetheart leave quickly. The gentle breeze blew by, and seemed to leave a trace of fragrance.
When she returned home, she found no one at home, so she started to deal with the gold bars in the basket.
The book says that Grandpa Liang had been living with Liang Zhigao's family. He once hid the gold bars under the closet in the house, and even knocked over several stones for it. However, he was still uneasy. At that time, people often searched the house. If the gold bars were really found, he would not be able to explain it. In the end, he took them out and buried them outside.
He never used a single one until his death.
The house where Grandpa Liang lived back then is now occupied by Liang Zhigao and Song Chunhua. Liang Baozhen went to her parents' room, moved the closet with great effort, and knocked on the floor, but the sound didn't seem right.
Carefully pry open the gap between the stones, leaving just enough space for the gold bars.
The twelve gold bars were put in one by one, and then the stone was placed on top. The wardrobe was moved back to its original state, and there was no sign of any problem.
It’s not easy to take out this gold bar, so it’s safer to keep it at home.
After finishing the work, Liang Baozhen's face was covered with sweat. She got up and went to the kitchen, picked up the gourd ladle floating on the large ceramic jar, scooped a ladle of water and poured it on her arm. The cool well water brought a faint coolness, which relieved some of the dryness.
Seeing that there was only half of the water left in the ceramic jar, Liang Baozhen picked up the wooden bucket and went to the well in the yard to fetch water. With a gulp, she filled the bucket with water and then pulled it up with all her strength.
"Sister Baozhen, I'm going to look for Aunt Lai right now. Don't worry. I'll come to propose marriage in a few days. No, tomorrow!" He Dazhuang, who was passing by the Liang family's house, shouted into the yard. The wall, which was more than one meter high, couldn't stop his eagerness. He climbed up by stepping on his two younger brothers. Half of his face was exposed. He saw Liang Baozhen fetching water. "Do you want your brother to help you fetch water? Don't get tired."
Liang Baozhen, carrying a bucket of water, hurried to the courtyard wall. He Dazhuang saw someone coming and thought something was going to happen. He grinned and was about to speak when he was chilled to the bone by the well water that splashed in his face.
“Ouch!”
A bucket of water suddenly splashed down on the person and knocked him down. Liang Baozhen smiled as she listened to the sound of people falling to the ground outside.
The two scoundrels who were being stepped on couldn't help but curse, and were cursed twice by He Dazhuang. The three of them went to Lai's house.
...
When Song Chunhua returned to her house, she saw a pool of water outside her courtyard wall and was puzzled. After learning what happened, she was very angry. "Who dares to show up? I will teach these people a lesson tomorrow."
Liang Zhigao and Liang Baojun had not returned from the city yet, so the six of them had dinner together. Tonight, Song Chunhua generously beat eggs and made egg custard, dripping soy sauce on it and sprinkling chopped green onions on it for the children to eat.
The main people at home are Liang Baoling and Mengmeng, who are still growing up. The adults don't compete with the children for this bite, but Liang Baoling eats absent-mindedly.
She kept hearing people in the village talking about her third sister these days and was not very happy. She heard Aunt Hu say that today was originally the day of her third sister's wedding, but her marriage to the city was ruined and her third sister must be so sad that she couldn't eat.
Turning around, I saw that my third sister was eating happily. She had finished most of the bowl of sweet potato porridge and was ready to have another bowl.
Liang Baoling: "..."
Liang Baozhen went out for a walk in the afternoon. She was really hungry. She ate a bowl of porridge with some cabbage and only felt better after that.
"Sister, you eat." Liang Baoling scooped a spoonful of egg custard for her third sister.
"What's the matter? Just eat yours. There's not much left." Liang Baozhen was about to scoop it back for her younger sister.
"Sister, you eat, then sleep and forget everything." The third sister must be very sad to eat so much, because she is like this.
In the evening, Liang Zhigao and Liang Baojun, who had gone into the city, came back. They took a break and drank a bowl of water before talking.
The Chen family was quite quick to cancel the engagement. This time it was Chen Siming's fault. Although he himself was unwilling, he was confined to his house. Only Chen Yong, the director of the National Cotton Mill, and his wife were allowed to see the Liang family.
Chen Siming's mother Guo Mingli and Liang Zhigao returned the horoscopes of their children to each other. She sincerely apologized to the Liang family. The two sides had not yet agreed on the betrothal gifts and dowries, but only agreed on the amount, so there was not much to worry about.
"We heard during our visit to the city that Chen Siming's position as the director of the procurement office had been suspended, saying that he would be under follow-up observation. Now he has to attend ideological education classes every day." Liang Baojun felt relieved when he thought of this.
Before the Liang family members responded, Song Jianguo spoke up first, "Was he really fired?"
He thought that with his father Chen Siming's position as the factory manager, it shouldn't have much of an impact.
Liang Baojun crossed his legs, looking very proud. "It seems that the higher-ups are taking strict measures. Chen Siming is the son of the factory director, so they want to set an example for him. Anyway, he has had a hard time recently, and they are keeping an eye on him."
Song Chunhua almost clapped her hands and cheered, "It's deserved!"
"Okay, let's not mention this anymore." Liang Zhigao looked at his young lady and felt that the child was unlucky to have encountered such a misfortune.
Chengli National Cotton Mill Family Courtyard, Chen Family
Chen Siming had lost his former spirit. This week, he had to attend ideological education classes every day and write a handwritten ideological report. He was also used as a model for ideological transformation and even his job was temporarily replaced by someone else. He was the son of the factory director and the director of the purchasing office of the National Cotton Factory!
All the glory of the past twenty years has been lost this time!
If it weren't for Dong Jiayan, he wouldn't have been discovered, let alone abandoned by Baozhen. He didn't want to cancel the engagement. Although Baozhen and her mother were wrong in this matter and made too much of a fuss, they were women after all, so it was normal for them to not think things through when encountering things.
You can wait until you get married and then teach slowly.
"Mom, are you really breaking off the engagement?" Guo Mingli went into Chen Siming's room only after she had resolved the trouble her son had caused.
Chen Yong had already given the order that he could not be released today, so as not to affect the cancellation of the engagement.
"Of course I withdrew." Guo Mingli had just put on airs in front of the Liang family, and now she felt ashamed. She was humble in front of the two country folks. If Chen Yong hadn't forced her to do so, she would not have been willing to pay attention to those two people.
"This matter doesn't affect my marriage to Baozhen...Mom, please talk to Dad about it." At this moment, Chen Siming was completely different from the arrogant look in the factory. He just begged Guo Mingli with all his might.
"It's useless!" Guo Mingli doted on her child but she knew what was important. Chen Yong had been under surveillance recently, and his work and life were being scrutinized by his superiors. If her son had a problem with his work style at such a critical juncture, she would only cause trouble for her man. "Siming, calm down and go to the ideological education class first. Do what you are told to do and cooperate well. We can start over again after this period of trouble has passed."
Having said that, the man turned and left.
"Oh, Mom!" Chen Siming felt a lump in his throat when he saw his mother, who had always loved him, make the decision. Now that the Liang family had left, there was no one to take care of him. He moved his eyes around a few times and walked out of the house carefully.
It was past eleven o'clock and the streets of Beijing were quiet. Chen Siming was enjoying the night breeze and gulping down a bottle of wine. He felt bad. His job was suspended, he had made a fool of himself, and he had lost his marriage partner...
The glass bottle smashed to the ground, and the drunk man cursed, "It's all your fault! You all are picking on me...you just can't stand seeing me getting better!"
Boom
A club hit him on the back of the head. Chen Siming wailed and just as he tried to turn around, he was kicked to the ground and the club hit him again and again.
"Who! Ouch, ouch!" Holding his head with both hands, Chen Siming kept begging for mercy, "Stop, stop, what do you want? Money? I have it in my pocket, stop."
After being beaten with a stick several times and feeling like someone had snatched the watch from his wrist, Chen Siming fell paralyzed on the ground. He raised his head and tried to look around with his eyes open, but there was no one in sight. He gradually passed out.
...
At seven o'clock in the morning, the Liang family was eating breakfast in the yard, preparing to go out to work later.
"Baoling, where is your second brother?"
Song Chunhua hadn't seen her son since the whole morning and didn't know where he had gone.
"I don't know. I didn't see it either." No one in the Liang family saw it.
But this is not uncommon, as people would occasionally go up the mountain early in the morning to collect some things.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Liang Baojun came back from outside and stepped into the yard. He looked tired.
"Mom, brother is back." Liang Baoling pouted.
"Baojun, where have you been?" Song Chunhua looked at her son, who seemed to have not slept well.
Liang Baojun pounded his trembling legs twice and shook his hands, thinking that it was really tiring. He had secretly ridden the commune's bicycle into the city last night, beat someone up, and rode back overnight. He just now returned the bicycle and went home.
"Oh, I couldn't sleep all night because of the mosquitoes. I'm going to go back and get some sleep." He spoke weakly. He hadn't slept all night and was very tired. He could hardly open his eyes.
Liang Baozhen thought her second brother had just returned from going out in the morning, "Go back and lie down for a while."
"Oh, it's so hard to let out a whim." Liang Baojun muttered to himself, then returned to his room and fell asleep.
After dinner, the Liang family prepared to ask for half a day off for Liang Baojun and go to work themselves.
However, there were guests early in the morning. When Song Chunhua saw her sister-in-law Fang Yuehe coming in with a basket of oranges, she said, "Chunhua, the weather is good today. I came to congratulate you."
"What are you celebrating?" Song Chunhua didn't look happy. She didn't collect the things and pushed the basket away. If a weasel wishes a happy new year to a chicken, it must be a traitor or a thief.
"What a joy! I have found a good marriage for Baozhen!"
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