Chapter 33 Chapter 33 Her family is so poor that they can fight for six baskets of bricks...

Fu Mingze met Zheng Jiamin on the way. After hearing what he said before, Zheng Jiamin said angrily, "Shi Wei has been yelling at the educated youth point for a long time, saying that Yang Qingqing is missing. I said at the time that Yang Qingqing is so old, where could she run away in broad daylight? I said he was acting weird today, but it turns out that the two of them are teaming up to trick you?"

He thought about it and smiled, "No, I have to go and take a look."

Originally, Shi Wei was there calling people to go to the stream to take a look, and Zheng Jiamin was reluctant. Recently, Yang Qingqing stared at Fu Mingze from time to time, and Zheng Jiamin was also very annoyed to see her, and he really didn't think anything could happen in broad daylight.

That's why Shi Wei and the others were in a hurry, while Zheng Jiamin was leisurely lying behind. Now when he heard that there was something exciting to watch, Zheng Jiamin immediately ran.

Fu Mingze didn't care and went back to the educated youth point. He fetched some water to wash up, and then leaned against the head of the bed to rest.

There was a bit of burning pain on the back of his hand. He took a look and found that there were two places on his hand where the skin was broken.

It should be the injury when he beat Wang Jinbao before.

Tsk.

Fu Mingze's bed was at the innermost side, against the wall, without windows, and the light was the worst. The door of the dormitory was open, and the midday sun shone on the door, making the room even darker. Fu Mingze closed his eyes slightly in the darkness, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the wound on the back of his hand.

Why did he want to beat Wang Jinbao?

Because he wanted to beat him half a month ago.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a sound of footsteps outside. Zheng Jiamin ran in quickly, holding his stomach and laughing as he said, "Yang Qingqing really has a cramp in her leg. She probably swallowed a lot of water and her mind is confused. She held Shi Wei tightly. Shi Wei insisted that he couldn't swim and asked someone to go down to rescue them. He shouted a few female comrades. In the end, Zhang Zhiqiang couldn't stand it anymore and went down to pull him up. Well, as a result, Shi Wei stood up and the water didn't hit his chest. Hahahaha, in order to coax people to go down, he deliberately bent his knees."

"You don't know, even so, Shi Wei still wanted to throw Yang Qingqing to Zhang Zhiqiang. But Zhang Zhiqiang is not stupid. Yang Qingqing has been in the water for so long, her body is soaked, and she is unconscious. Physical contact is always inevitable. It's hard to explain this later."

Moreover, the commotion was so serious that not only the educated youth, but also countless members of the commune who were watching.

Seeing that Fu Mingze had no expression and looked as if it was none of his business, Zheng Jiamin chuckled and said with a wink: "You were not there, Yang Qingqing hugged Shi Wei so tightly, my God, she was completely entangled with him. But I don't know if she was really confused, she kept shouting..."

After a pause, Zheng Jiamin said with a strange expression: "She kept shouting, Fu Zhiqing, save me, Fu Zhiqing, you are a good person, Fu Zhiqing, don't leave me..."

Zheng Jiamin imitated Yang Qingqing's tone in a pretentious manner, which successfully broke Fu Mingze's plan, and a disgusted expression appeared on his face.

Zheng Jiamin burst out laughing: "She really wants to fall in love with you. You don't know how colorful the expressions of the people present were at that time."

Fu Mingze frowned: "Are there many people in the village?"

Zheng Jiamin: "Grandpa, aunt, uncle, aunt, and many children. I guess those who don't have to cook at home came out to see. Comrade Shen Moer..."

Fu Mingze raised his eyes to look at him, but Zheng Jiamin didn't notice it. He gasped and said: "Comrade Shen Moer was so close, but she didn't come out to see the excitement."

Fu Mingze breathed a sigh of relief and said: "She She should be cooking."

Speaking of Shen Moer, Zheng Jiamin remembered: "By the way, Comrade Shen Moer came to the educated youth center to look for you before. She seems to be self-studying high school lessons and wants you to help tutor her."

Upon hearing this, Fu Mingze stood up and said, "I'll go and take a look."

He picked up the bamboo basket he had brought to the commune and walked to the gate of the educated youth center. He happened to meet the main force coming back. Shi Wei, who was soaking wet, walked in front with a gloomy face. Yang Qingqing, who was also soaking wet, was supported by two female educated youth and walked behind. The others followed behind them.

Seeing Fu Mingze, Shi Wei rushed over with an angry face: "Fu Mingze, how could you just watch someone die without helping! You are so cold-blooded. We are all educated youth who went to the countryside to work in the fields. Shouldn't we all unite and help each other? Even if we are not living under the same roof, even if they are members of the brigade, or people you don't know, when you see someone is about to drown, shouldn't you lend a helping hand?!"

This is condemning Fu Mingze from a moral high ground.

Fu Mingze said calmly, "I can't swim."

Shi Wei choked and then became furious: "So what if I can't swim? The stream is not deep at all. You just need to go in and pull me."

Fu Mingze asked back, "Didn't you go in the water?" Fu

Mingze looked at Shi Wei expressionlessly. Shi Wei felt a chill in his heart for some reason, not sure if he had been discovered by Fu Mingze when he pushed him before.

In fact, Shi Wei suspected that Fu Mingze had kicked him and caused him to fall into the water, but he had wanted to push him but missed, and he was thrown forward by inertia. Moreover, when he fell into the water, Fu Mingze seemed to have blocked him, so Shi Wei suspected that Fu Mingze had accidentally touched him.

No matter what, Shi Wei absolutely dared not mention this matter. After all, he was the one who pushed people first, and Wang Qiutong was there at the time. If Wang Qiutong stood up to speak for Fu Mingze, he would be in trouble.

When people think too much, they tend to be hesitant and timid, and they are not so confident, resolute and decisive in what they say and do.

Shi Wei was like this. All kinds of thoughts turned in his mind, and the momentum supported by the anger in his heart immediately weakened. His voice was several degrees lower: "Then you can't just watch me get into the water and leave, right?"

Fu Mingze: "You said it, the water is not deep."

After that, he was too lazy to pay attention to Shi Wei and walked away through the crowd.

If he wasn't afraid that Shi Wei would get involved with him and cause other troubles, according to Fu Mingze's original personality, he would not bother to say a word to Shi Wei.

As for Yang Qingqing, he didn't even look at her.

Fu Mingze knew that Yang Qingqing wanted to trick him, although he never understood how Yang Qingqing targeted him, but Fu Mingze felt that if he could be tricked by Yang Qingqing and Shi Wei, then he deserved it.

Fu Mingze walked away without looking at her, so naturally he didn't see that Yang Qingqing was staring at him, her eyes revealing terrifying resentment and hatred.

Of course, even if she saw Fu Mingze, she wouldn't care.

After leaving the educated youth center, Fu Mingze walked all the way to the village entrance. On the way, he met Aunt Cai and her grandson. Aunt Cai took the initiative to greet Fu Mingze with a smile: "Fu educated youth, have you had lunch? Oh, yes, something happened at your educated youth center, and you haven't had time to make lunch yet, right?"

Fu Mingze nodded in response.

Aunt Cai had obviously come back from the village entrance after seeing the excitement. Whenever she caught someone, she couldn't help but nagging: "You city kids are so inexperienced. Who can drown in the creek at the entrance of our village except for immature kids? I think that educated youth Yang scared herself. She didn't dare to move in the water and her legs cramped. If she had stood firmly and taken a few steps, she would have climbed out by herself." As she

spoke, she asked Fu Mingze curiously: "It seems that educated youth Yang and educated youth Shi have a good relationship. The two of them are huddled together like that. Now, they have to get married, right?"

Fu Mingze: "...I don't know about that either."

Aunt Cai nodded: "You weren't there just now, so you didn't see that scene. Oh my god, it was so embarrassing. I didn't even let my little baby see it..."

She babble on and on until her grandson tugged at her clothes and cried out for hunger, then she walked away with a lingering feeling, muttering as she walked: "Fu Zhiqing is a really good guy, he's knowledgeable and can chat."

Fu Mingze, who hadn't walked far yet: "..."

He actually only said two sentences in total, no more than ten words.

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Shen Shaoyuan went to work, and Shen Moer ate alone at noon. But she was used to a life of luxury, and even if she was living in another world and lived a tight life, she didn't have the idea of ​​just cooking something casually or even eating coarse food to get by alone.

Aunt Chen's family planted some mung beans this year. Shen Moer exchanged some with her a while ago. At noon, she first cooked a large enamel pot of mung bean soup, then washed the pot and kneaded the flour to make an egg pancake.

The pancake was rolled thin and crispy, topped with beaten egg liquid, sandwiched with shredded cucumber, green vegetables, scallions and a little minced meat, rolled it up, and took a bite. It was crispy, crunchy and fragrant.

With the sweet mung bean soup, it complemented each other perfectly.

As soon as the egg pancake came out of the pot, Shen Moer heard a knock on the door outside the courtyard. She scooped up the egg pancake and put it in a basin, wiped her hands and went to open the door.

After opening the gate, Shen Moer smiled unconsciously when she saw Fu Mingze standing outside like a small poplar tree in the midday sun: "Fu Zhiqing, are you back from the commune?"

Fu Mingze hummed, and then he smelled the tempting aroma of egg pancakes.

He had vaguely felt that he seemed to have forgotten something when he came out of the educated youth point. It was not until this moment, when he smelled the aroma of food, that he suddenly realized that it was lunch time and it was not appropriate to come at this time.

But when he heard that Shen Moer had looked for him, he didn't consider anything else.

Shen Moer stepped aside to make way: "Fu Zhiqing, come in first."

Fu Mingze hesitated for a moment, but still followed into the yard.

Shen Moer: "Fu Zhiqing hasn't had lunch yet, right? I've just made some egg pancakes, shall we have some first?"

The kneaded flour can make three pancakes. Shen Moer had been planning to bring two pancakes to Fu Mingze when she went to see him again. Now that he's here by himself, it's just right to have a hot one.

Since you're looking for someone to teach you, there's no talk of tuition, but isn't it only right to send some food and drinks?

Although the new house has been built, Shen Moer and Shen Shaoyuan haven't moved in yet. The newly built house is humid, and Shen Shaoyuan is afraid that his daughter's body will be contaminated by the humidity if she lives in such a house, so he plans to let it air out for a while. The father and daughter still live in the old house and still eat in the stove.

Shen Moer wanted Fu Mingze to sit in a ventilated place under the eaves for a while, but Fu Mingze put down the bamboo basket and followed him into the stove.

Although the Beginning of Heat had passed and the White Dew was approaching, the weather was still very hot and humid, and the stove was even hotter.

Shen Moer mixed the flour and gently spread the egg pancakes into the pot. Occasionally, she looked up and saw Fu Mingze sitting behind the stove. The faint firelight reflected on his fair and handsome face, and beads of sweat on his forehead were shining.

In fact, it was just a matter of one piece of firewood to spread two pancakes, but one did not remind her, and the other did not seem to have thought about it.

After spreading the cakes, Shen Moer scooped two large bowls of mung bean soup with a bowl. There was still a little left in the enamel pot. She put the enamel pot into the water pot to soak, ready to save it for Shen Shaoyuan to drink when he came back in the evening.

It was a little hot in the kitchen, so Shen Moer opened the door after cooking. A small table was placed near the door. Shen Moer took two small stools and smiled and invited Fu Mingze to eat.

The small table and stools were made by the Zhao Zhengyang brothers using the leftover scraps from building the house.

It is not convenient for people in the mountains to buy anything, and most of the things in the house are self-reliant.

"I'm self-studying high school textbooks. Chinese, politics, history and geography are OK, but math and physics are a bit difficult. Fu Zhiqing should be well-educated, can you spare some time to teach him in the future?"

Shen Moer put the egg pancake and mung bean soup in front of Fu Mingze and said straight to the point: "I'm giving the teacher a bribe in advance, Fu Zhiqing, feel free to eat."

Fu Mingze raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then I'm not polite." He

picked up the chopsticks and ate slowly.

After running around all morning, he was actually hungry a long time ago, especially when he stood at the gate of the courtyard and smelled the aroma of the egg pancake, he immediately felt hungry.

The egg pancakes were crispy and salty, and the mung bean soup had cooled down a bit, so it was sweet and just right for the egg pancakes.

Both of them had good eating habits, and they didn't talk or make any noise while eating. There were two pancakes on Fu Mingze's plate, but after he finished the pancakes and drank the mung bean soup, Shen Moer still had one-third of the pancake left.

When Shen Moer finished making the cake and green bean soup, Fu Mingze took the bowls and chopsticks and went to wash them: "You cooked, I'll wash the bowls."

Shen Moer took the bowls and chopsticks from him again: "Next time, your hand is injured, it's just a few bowls, it will be washed in a short time."

Fu Mingze glanced at the two wounds on the back of his hand that he had forgotten, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously. He was not idle either, he took a broom and swept the floor.

While working, the two discussed the "teaching arrangements" in the future. They were busy during the day and only had free time at noon and in the evening. In order to avoid gossip, Shen Moer also planned to call the two grandsons of Aunt Chen who were in elementary school to do homework.

After discussing the matter, Fu Mingze stood up to say goodbye. Shen Moer asked him to wait a moment, turned around and went into the house to get something out: "This is a burn ointment. It can also be applied to other wounds. The effect is pretty good. Fu Zhiqing, you can try it."

Fu Mingze looked down and saw a bulging clam oil in her white and rosy palm. He was surprised and said, "You said this is a burn ointment?"

Shen Moer explained: "The clam oil has been used up a long time ago. I washed and dried it, and I put a little burn ointment in it."

It is called a burn ointment, but in fact it is a plaster prepared by the palace doctor Yu during the Great Liang Dynasty. It can be used for all kinds of injuries such as bruises, burns, and burns.

It's just that the jar containing the ointment is too delicate. It's not something that a family that has just spent all their savings to build a new house and is so poor that they can't even afford a new quilt should have. It just so happens that the original owner left a few old clam oil shells. Shen Moer washed the shells and put some of them outside for emergency use.

Originally, according to Fu Mingze, he didn't need to care about the minor wounds on his hands. It was estimated that they would heal by themselves tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, so he didn't even think about getting any ointment.

But when he saw this plump clam oil shell, he couldn't help but take it.

Fu Mingze opened the clam oil shell and took a look. It was a beige paste. At first glance, it really looked a bit like clam oil, and it also smelled faintly fragrant. He applied a little on the back of his hand. It was cool and quite comfortable.

"This is for you. Keep it for tomorrow. If it's not healed yet, apply some more." Shen Moer said.

Fu Mingze nodded and didn't refuse. He put the things away directly. Then he took out a paper bag from the bamboo basket and handed it to Shen Moer: "This is a return gift."

Shen Moer didn't expect that he would take out a return gift immediately after she gave him a plaster that was not much bigger than a fingernail. The paper bag was bulging, and there must be a lot of things in it.

But she quickly realized that the return gift was probably just an excuse. The things were probably prepared early in the morning. No wonder he didn't refuse when she asked him to have dinner with her.

Shen Moer then said, "I haven't even given tuition to the teacher, but I'm accepting a gift from him. Isn't that inappropriate?"

Fu Mingze looked at her with a smile in his eyes, and said, "Didn't you just ask me to teach you the things you don't understand? I'm not a teacher."

Shen Moer said righteously, "Maybe there are more things you don't understand than you think." Fu

Mingze simply opened the paper bag himself and took out a piece of neatly folded aqua blue cotton cloth, "Don't you and Uncle Shen want to collect cloth tickets to buy cloth for a new quilt? This piece of cloth should be enough for a quilt."

Shen Moer knew very well how rare cloth was in this world. At that time, Liu Yinshuang had a big quarrel with the salesperson at the supply and marketing cooperative in order to buy some defective cloth without tickets.

There was no shortage of silk, brocade, and satin in the treasure house, but there was no ordinary cotton or linen.

Shen Shaoyuan asked Xu Weiguo to help him exchange cloth coupons. After so long, he only exchanged a few feet of cloth, which was still far from enough to make a quilt.

If Fu Mingze wanted to give her something else, Shen Moer would definitely say she would not accept it. But he gave her cloth, which was just enough to make a quilt. Shen Moer could not say no.

"This is too expensive, Fu Zhiqing, I definitely cannot accept it as a gift, but my family really needs it. Can I exchange it with you? Can you tell me how much the total amount of the bills is?"

Shen Moli thought about it and felt that she really could not miss this opportunity to get a quilt. She said it was an exchange, but in fact she just wanted Fu Mingze to calculate the appropriate amount of money.

Fu Mingze was about to say that it was free, when Shen Moer added: "Fu Zhiqing, you also said last time that you were a little tight financially. If you don't want money, I definitely can't accept it."

Fu Mingze choked and said: "This was sent by my friend who is relatively well-off. My original bedding is still in good condition. I really don't need it. I'm just lending it to Buddha."

Shen Moer remembered that he said last time that he had a good friend whose family was relatively well-off. It seemed that the friend knew that Fu Zhiqing was financially tight, so he took the initiative to send him things.

The more this was the case, the less likely Shen Moer would accept Fu Mingze's things for nothing.

One knows their own affairs. Her family only looks poor on the surface, but there are actually a lot of things in their treasure house. If they look around, they can always find something that can be exchanged for money. Besides, she and her father now have jobs, and they earn a combined salary of 30 yuan per month, which is considered a high income in the village.

Both father and daughter are now worried about how to continue to maintain the image of a poor family.

Since her family is not really poor, how can she accept things from people who are really financially constrained for nothing? Shen Moer thought about it and felt guilty.

She was adamant about not accepting it: "Fu Zhiqing, actually if you give this piece of cloth to others, you can exchange it for a lot of things with the villagers, and you can also make a new set of your own clothes. I am already very grateful that you are willing to give it to me, how can I have the audacity to take it from you for free? If I can't help someone in need, I can't make it worse, right?"

Fu Mingze: "..."

He didn't know whether he should be happy that his image as a poor person was so deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Fu Mingze couldn't convince Shen Moer, and finally he could only compromise and quote a price that was one-third less than the actual price: "You said last time that your family is financially tight, and the money to build a new house is not very abundant. I think there won't be much money left after the house is built, and it will cost a lot of money to buy furniture and daily necessities later. My financial situation is indeed not that good, but I live and eat at the educated youth site, and I don't have to spend money on a daily basis. In fact, my life is better than yours, so Comrade Shen Moer, you don't have to be polite to me."

Shen Moer: "..."

Yes, her family was so poor that they would fight for six baskets of bricks.

One of them wanted the other to charge more money to ease the financial difficulties, while the other wanted the other to pay less money to avoid bringing more financial pressure to the already poor family. They tried every means to persuade each other. In the end, Shen Moer bought the cloth at a price less than a quarter of the market price.

After the two sides negotiated, they both sighed inwardly.

There was no other way. Who made her/him pretend to be poor?

In the evening, when Shen Shaoyuan came back from work, he learned that Fu Zhiqing had sent them a piece of cloth that was enough to make a quilt. He also sighed that Fu Zhiqing was a cold-faced but warm-hearted person. He was so poor, but he was unwilling to charge them a penny. He was really noble.

Because of helping to build a new house, Shen Shaoyuan had a good impression of Fu Mingze. He even thought that this kid had good knowledge and personality. His appearance was rare, and he was tall among the short people. Judging from the people he had met in Yangliu Brigade and even Liuqiao Commune, he was indeed a relatively suitable candidate for the county horse.

However, Shen Shaoyuan and Shen Moer had the same idea. They felt that Fu Mingze, with his somewhat proud character, would definitely not be willing to be a live-in son-in-law. So both father and daughter thought Fu Mingze was pretty good, but coincidentally, they had never really thought about recruiting Fu Mingze as a live-in son-in-law.

"Xu Weiguo introduced someone to me. He is a technician in a textile factory. It sounds like he has good conditions. Can you meet him this weekend?" During dinner at night, Shen Shaoyuan told her about the person Xu Weiguo had introduced to her.

"Okay."

Shen Moer responded.

She was originally planning to go to the commune to buy some things needed for the family on the weekend. It wouldn't delay anything if she met him.

Shen Moer was prepared to look around more. After all, if she saw more, maybe she would meet someone as good-looking as Fu Zhiqing.