Chapter 1 Chapter 1 On the dusty dirt road, a blue...
On the dusty dirt road, an old blue minibus sped by. Although the road was a bit bumpy, it did not affect the minibus's speed at all.
Not to mention that there were several large bags piled on the roof of the passenger car, which were bulging and no one knew what was put in them. Ropes were tied around them randomly, and nothing fell off.
It was a dirt road in the countryside, and it hadn't rained for a long time. When cars drove in front, the dust was several meters high behind them. People walking on the side of the road had to squint their eyes, spit a few times, and then turn around and curse: You are so good at driving, but you don't have eyes and don't know how to drive slower.
The driver didn't care how thick the dust stirred up by the bus was. He had a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and his hands were on the steering wheel. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead, and occasionally he would glance at the passengers in the rearview mirror above. He drove the bus with an invincible momentum, as if one man could block a thousand enemies.
The female ticket collector sat at the right side, closest to the door. She had one arm resting on the window sill and her hands moving in the bag around her waist, apparently counting the banknotes inside.
After counting the bills in the bag, it seemed that there was nothing else to do. The very strong female ticket collector stood up from her exclusive seat, walked out and looked behind.
She didn't need to hold on to anything, she just leaned steadily against the armrest. Her body seemed to have adapted to the rhythm of the car. Although it swayed, her feet didn't move at all, and there was no sense of stumbling.
The female ticket collector scanned the people in the car one by one, like a police officer catching a criminal, without missing a single one.
She had been driving this route from the county to the town for several years and was very experienced. She knew everyone who came and went on her bus.
There weren't too many people on the bus today, so everyone had a seat in the back. Those who didn't have seats were arranged by her to sit in the spacious area at the front of the bus. Now there were five of them squeezed in.
But this is still a good situation. If it were at that time on normal days, people would be so crowded that they couldn't even get through.
It was quite strange today. A very fashionable woman came up, but she looked very unfamiliar. She probably had never seen her before.
He looked quite impressive and handsome, but he was quite pretentious. Before even getting on the bus, he asked if it could go to Zhaozhuang. What? You were planning to get on the bus without even knowing if it could reach your destination?
Wait until she assigns that woman a seat, but she still refuses to sit, complaining that it's dirty. She picks a seat of her own, and even then, her eyes and mouth still show disdain. Why is that seat dirty? Why did the person in front of her sit there? Is it covered in feces and urine or something? Now there's a seat, but she still refuses. Try it when there's no seat left. You'll know how bad it is when you're jolted to death.
She didn't have time to deal with the woman at that time. A few other people came up one after another, and she had to collect the money.
Now that she had some free time, when she was counting people, she noticed the pretentious woman again. She was so shocked that she couldn't help but click her tongue.
The woman still looked aggrieved, with a furrowed brow and a pale face. She had lipstick of an unknown color on her lips, which was very red. Against her pale and creepy skin, she looked like a female ghost.
But female ghosts only fly at night, who would take the bus in broad daylight? Let her say, it's just a female demon, which decent rural woman would dress like this? Even in the county town, I don't see any women dressed like this.
She's wearing a suit jacket that's neither too yellow nor too earthy. She's still wearing a skirt, a skirt that's a bit too tight, even in this month. Her hair is loose, messy and kinky, unlike a perm. She's wearing high heels, and she's not afraid of spraining her ankle. She's out and about, without any luggage, just a small bag. What can she possibly hold?
The female ticket collector had a lot to complain about this woman, but when she saw that she had her eyes closed and looked very miserable, she really couldn't just ignore her. If she really vomited on the bus, there would be nothing she could do.
She walked over to the woman and called out to her from across the seat next to another middle-aged woman: "Hey, hey, are you okay?"
Xia Li really didn't know why this bus ride was so uncomfortable. It wasn't like this before. This trip back was really killing her. What was she doing this for?
It turned out to be the right thing to do to leave this damn place. Nothing about it went to her satisfaction.
She felt really uncomfortable. The car was dirty and bumpy. At first, she thought the engine noise was too loud, and the smell of sweat and smoke was unbearable. Later, she didn't even care about these.
Because she was carsick.
Xia Li lived to be 24 years old and had never been carsick. She never got carsick in Guangzhou. As expected, the buses in big cities were better than the ones in this shabby place, and the drivers were not as good as her. But she had never been carsick.
Not only did her head hurt, but she also felt like vomiting. However, she hated this car so much that even if she wanted to vomit, she didn't want to vomit in this car. She just tried her best to hold it in, telling herself, just hold on a little longer, we'll be there soon.
She was feeling very uncomfortable and heard someone talking to her. She didn't want to pay attention to it because they couldn't see that she was feeling uncomfortable. But she couldn't stand it because someone came up to her and slapped and shouted at her.
"What?" Xia Li's tone was very impatient. No matter how she spoke, her voice was a little weak and her aura was not that strong. She seemed a little timid.
The female ticket collector was unhappy. "You think you are so powerful? You really don't know how to appreciate a favor. I see you are feeling carsick. Here is a piece of ginger. I'll cut a piece for you and you'll be fine." As she said that, she handed over the piece of ginger in her hand.
Charlie raised her eyes and looked at it, then closed them again uncomfortably.
What she hates most is anything related to ginger.
She would have to be killed to eat this kind of thing. Not to mention that the elder sister's hands were filthy. Whoever wanted to eat it could eat it.
"I don't want to eat." She shook her head.
The female ticket collector had probably never seen such a shameless person before, and she felt a little embarrassed. She cursed in her heart that the woman had such good intentions but was being so ungrateful. She deserved it and deserved to die in pain.
The middle-aged woman sitting next to her was probably also a kind-hearted lady. After seeing the female ticket collector leave, she whispered some enthusiastic advice to Charlie, telling her not to do things that way.
Charlie didn't hear anything, her head was almost being pulled back and forth, and she didn't care about other people's attitude towards her.
From time to time, she half opened her eyes, looked out the window through the gray car glass, and finally determined that she was about to get off the car.
Well, there is one advantage of the countryside. No matter how long she hasn't been back, it is still exactly the same, with no changes, so she won't get lost.
The bus stopped at the intersection of Zhaozhuang. Xia Li, wearing black high heels, slowly stepped down, ignoring the female ticket collector's angry glares and urgings. This rural bus was clearly a well-used one. The seats were covered with wooden planks, some of which were warped and creaked when stepped on.
As soon as Charlie put her feet on the ground and before the discomfort in her head could subside, the car door slammed shut and started, leaving Charlie, who was not able to react, with a face full of dust.
She was so angry that her face was full of dissatisfaction. She kicked her shoes at the dirt next to her without even caring about the pair of shoes she had just bought.
Then he glared fiercely in the direction where the car disappeared, and then he slowly and methodically tidied his hair and clothes from head to toe. Then he found a small mirror from his bag, looked left and right, and then he walked into the village like a proud little rooster.
This time she dressed fashionably, and she didn't care that her shoes were uncomfortable in the countryside. She just wanted to look stylish and not lose face.
Zhaozhuang was considered one of the wealthier villages nearby, but at that time every village was poor, and no matter how wealthy one was, it wouldn't be much better.
Her mother thought this village was good, so she married her here against her will. After receiving the betrothal money, she didn't care about her life or death. If she knew how much she had earned outside these years, she would probably be furious. She is such a short-sighted person with no conscience.
Fortunately, she didn't follow her mother's lead. She still had a conscience, and even after knowing that she was the only mother left for the child, she didn't abandon him and returned home despite numerous hardships.
However, she had to make a quick decision this time when she came back, otherwise her mother would get the news and get into trouble.
The road from the entrance to Zhaozhuang is quite straight. At the beginning, you can only see some farmlands on both sides, with crops and various vegetables planted in them.
Slowly, as we walked forward, we saw houses on both sides. Most of them were small one-story houses with large courtyards.
Everyone in the village is familiar with the place and is not afraid of losing things. People often come and go, so the wooden door is left open and everything inside can be seen at a glance.
However, Charlie just walked past. She was too lazy to look around and was not that curious.
However, it wasn't her. The old ladies and young wives in the village were paying her respects.
"Aunt, who is this? Why does he look so unfamiliar?" The woman next to him touched the person sitting next to her with her arm, but her eyes were fixed on Xia Li who was walking by.
"I think he looks unfamiliar to me too. There's no one like him in our village. Could he be a relative from the city?"
A group of people were puzzled and tried to find this person in their minds, but they had to think of Ding Mao. It was because their lives were too boring.
Every day I cook, take care of the children, and then tinker in the fields.
The arrival of an unknown person can easily become a hot topic in the village for at least two days.
A group of women were talking in pairs, guessing, verifying, and mumbling...
Suddenly, a woman slapped her thigh and said, "Oh my! Isn't that the young wife of the Jiang family who just passed by?"
Two or three women who might have seen Charlie before suddenly realized what was going on, while some were still skeptical and said that she didn't look like him.
Seeing that some people still didn't believe her, the woman who had just guessed the truth and stunned everyone else was unwilling to give up. She began to tell everyone about the glorious deeds of the young daughter-in-law of the Jiang family. That was truly the first time in the history of Zhaozhuang!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com