Chapter 120 The Lazy Girl in the Historical Fiction 8
When the group finally arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative, the two female educated youths were already in tears, and the male educated youths also looked bitter. It was too hard; they had never walked such a difficult road before.
The supply and marketing cooperative was quite impressive, with a gleaming gate and clean stone steps. The sales clerks inside were all dressed very fashionably. Of course, this fashionability was only in the eyes of the villagers. In the eyes of the two educated youths, it couldn't compare to their own floral shirts, especially Wang Qiuman. Her family was well-off, and her clothes were more fashionable than those of the girls in Shanghe Village, which was always something she was proud of.
The group of people were all from the city and were not as reserved as the villagers. They wiped themselves in the yellow mud and went into the supply and marketing cooperative, where they met Luo Hongmei, who was selling things with a big smile.
They still remembered this woman; she was the one who registered them for the first time, named Uncle Luo Dashan, also surnamed Luo. All the old and new grudges from being treated coldly by Luo Aihua surged up at once, and the younger Wang Qiuman almost rushed up to teach this saleswoman surnamed Luo a lesson.
Pulled along by Pang Aiping, and remembering that they were at a supply and marketing cooperative and needed to buy things, he finally held back and coldly asked Luo Hongmei, "Do you have any grain for sale?"
Luo Hongmei also remembered these educated youths, after all, they had come with Xu Yanhui. She smiled and said, "Yes, we have rice, flour and noodles. Rice is four cents a pound, flour is five cents a pound, and noodles are six cents a pound. Which do you want?"
Upon hearing this, the group looked somewhat embarrassed. The price was too high. Ten pounds of rice cost four yuan. How long would ten pounds of rice last? Even if they ate it intensively, it would only last for five days. What about the remaining five days?
Seeing their displeased expressions, Luo Hongmei added, "There's also cornmeal, one cent a pound."
The men's faces darkened further upon hearing this. Wasn't this a blatant admission that they had no money? Wang Qiuman, unable to contain her anger, said coldly, "Two jin of rice, one jin of noodles, and ten jin of cornmeal. Pack them separately for me. Don't shortchange me."
She spoke loudly, and the elderly women nearby looked surprised when they heard her. In this day and age, you have to beg the supply and marketing cooperative to sell you things, and if they say they won't sell, they won't sell. They are very assertive. How dare this girl say such a thing?
Fortunately, Luo Hongmei wasn't angry. She knew the temperament of these educated youths. In her previous life, she had worked as a supermarket saleswoman and understood the predicament that the supply and marketing cooperative would face.
Therefore, she treats customers with the same gentle and friendly attitude as a supermarket salesperson, which has earned her a good reputation. Everyone knows that Xiao Luo from the supply and marketing cooperative is good-tempered, gentle, virtuous, and good-looking. Some people from the town even come to her to propose marriage.
The remaining educated youth only bought some cornmeal. Luo Hongmei packed it for them. The rain outside had stopped at some point. The group carried the grain and their figures gradually disappeared from sight.
Luo Hongmei noticed the muddy footprints in front of the counter, frowned, and cursed inwardly before taking a mop and cleaning them up. The old lady next to her nodded in approval, looking very satisfied.
These educated youths finally managed to carry their belongings back to the dormitory. It was already dark outside, and on this summer evening, the stars were faintly twinkling in the sky.
When they returned, they had to cook, then boil water for a bath, and then wash clothes by the river. By the time they finished everything, the bright moon was already high in the sky.
Pang Yanping was fast asleep in bed. Wang Qiuman, who was next to her, recalled Luo Aihua's indifference towards her during the day. She felt resentful, and slowly, an idea became clearer and clearer in her mind.
She was good-looking, and back in the city, many boys had pursued her. Wasn't Luo Aihua a man too? She refused to believe that she couldn't win him over.
Moreover, he was the village chief's son. If he fell in love with her in the future, she could get an easier job, and he could even take her to town in a tractor. Just thinking about how obedient Luo Aihua would be to her after he fell in love with her made Wang Qiuman laugh out loud.
This caused Pang Aiping next to her to turn over, and Wang Qiuman covered her mouth, not daring to laugh anymore. In this excited mood, she slowly fell asleep.
The next day, after a heavy rain, the air in the forest was even fresher and the vegetation was lush. There were many wood ear mushrooms growing on a dead tree, which Luo Shu picked and filled a whole basket. Luckily, she had carried a basket up the mountain, otherwise she really wouldn't have been able to put them all in.
She casually shot down two more pheasants before leisurely walking towards where Xu Yan was going to work. In the distance, Luo Shu heard a series of hooves pawing the ground, mixed with the screams of children. She quickened her pace and headed in that direction.
Sure enough, it was a wild boar. A thin wild boar was standing opposite Xu Yan and the others, panting heavily, its mane disheveled, looking quite terrifying.
Just as the wild boar was about to charge at the two of them, Luo Shu picked up a stone and threw it at the boar. The boar was in pain and turned around to glare at Luo Shu. It changed its direction of attack and locked its target on Luo Shu.
Xu Yanhui looked at the girl who had suddenly appeared, his heart trembling. It was her again, like a goddess, always appearing when he was at his darkest. But how could he watch the girl be in danger? Just as he was about to distract the wild boar, he heard that clear voice: "If you don't want to die, get out of the way and don't hold me back."
Xu Qinghe was stunned when he saw the fairy who had suddenly appeared before him. He had never seen such a beautiful girl before. She was even more beautiful than the little princesses in the foreign fairy tales he had read before. She was just like Snow White in the fairy tales. Her skin was as white as snow, her lips were as red as cherries, and her eyebrows and eyes were as beautiful as paintings. Every part of her was exquisite. He stared blankly at the "elf" in front of him, his mouth wide open.
Then they saw the wild boar charge towards the "elf," whose slender, snow-white hand clenched into a fist and swung out, smashing the wild boar's skull with a single blow. The wild boar's massive body crashed to the ground with a loud thud and then remained motionless.
This young girl killed a wild boar with a single punch. Even though the boar was thin and weak, it was still a wild boar. There's a saying: "First a boar, second a bear, third a tiger." When a wild boar goes berserk, even a tiger has to give way.
This completely shattered the two brothers' worldviews. They were stunned for a long time until Luo Shu's figure disappeared into the forest, at which point they finally came to their senses.
Xu Qinghe looked at her brother and asked, "Brother, is this the deity who often brings us meat to eat?"
Xu Yan nodded, his voice serious. "No one can tell anyone about this. We must keep this a secret. Qinghe, do you understand?"
Xu Qinghe nodded vigorously. He was no longer the innocent and carefree young master of the Xu family. He knew that it might not be a good thing for a girl to have such immense power, and this girl was so beautiful, like a fairy. She had helped them, and they should keep her secret and protect her.
After confirming with her brother several times, Xu Yan looked at the wild boar on the ground with a dark expression. There was so much that could be done with this wild boar, so she helped him once again.
He looked disheveled, with many wounds and covered in mud, all from rolling and scraping on the ground while protecting his younger brother. He wasn't actually seriously injured. He pondered for a long time before heading towards the village committee. Xu Qinghe stayed there, watching his brother's figure disappear into the summer sun.
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