Chapter 122 The Lazy Girl in the Historical Fiction 10
"Comrade Aihua, are you free today?"
After finishing his work, Luo Aihua walked towards the warehouse with his farm tools. Hearing those familiar words and seeing that slender figure, he frowned and felt a sudden surge of irritation.
This person is Wang Qiuman. She has been coming here every day to harass Luo Aihua, regardless of what others think or say. She is determined to stick to Luo Aihua.
Luo Aihua said helplessly to the woman in front of her, "Comrade Wang, could you please stop coming to me? We men and women should keep our distance."
Wang Qiuman pouted unhappily. She felt she had already lowered herself, but Luo Aihua just wouldn't take the bait. He wouldn't drink the water she brought him, and he told her to go away when she tried to coax him. Wang Qiuman was so angry that her heart ached. He was just a country bumpkin and didn't understand romance at all.
After saying that, Luo Aihua walked past Wang Qiuman, put down the farm tools, and ran home as if a dog was chasing her.
Wang Qiuman stomped her foot and stormed off.
The family was eating when Luo Dashan suddenly asked, "Aihua, what's going on between you and that Wang Zhiqing? Recently, some people in the village have been saying that you're dating her?"
After these words, there was a moment of silence at the table. It was only when Luo Shu reached out and picked up a piece of scrambled eggs with her chopsticks that the eerie silence was broken.
Luo Aihua said with a troubled expression, "Dad, I didn't. That female educated youth comes to block me every day, and I'm so annoyed. I've told her many times, but she won't listen. I can't touch her, and I'm so fed up."
Seeing that their son's troubled expression seemed genuine, Luo Dashan and Wang Meifeng breathed a sigh of relief. They were worried that their son had fallen for that educated youth. They had met that educated youth before; he was a free spirit, someone their foolish son couldn't handle.
Seeing their son say that, the couple didn't ask any more questions.
Luo Shu then asked, "Does Second Brother have someone he likes?"
Seeing his innocent younger sister blinking her big eyes at him, Luo Aihua blushed instantly, feeling as if he had defiled a fairy. He stammered, "Second brother, second brother didn't mean it. Second brother has been learning to repair tractors lately, where would he find the time? Bao'er, you're young, don't think about these things."
Luo Dashan chimed in, "Yes, yes, Bao'er is still young, she shouldn't think about these things."
Wang Meifeng rolled her eyes speechlessly. Luo Shu was indeed still young at fifteen, but it wasn't uncommon for girls to get married at fifteen in the countryside. Many more would start dating at fifteen, and if the two girls were compatible, they would get married at seventeen, which was just right. However, looking at her little girl's fair face and thinking about her getting married in the future, Wang Meifeng was reluctant to let her go!
Luo Shu felt that their concern was premature, and besides, weren't they talking about Luo Aihua right now?
Luo Dashan and Luo Aihua avoided mentioning this matter, chatted for a few more minutes about Luo Aihua learning to repair tractors, and then finished their meal.
The other educated youths were also eating. Wang Qiuman had returned quite late, and they had left her a meal. When she looked at the sweet potatoes and pale green wild vegetable soup in the lunchbox, her stomach started to churn, and the taste of wild vegetables in her throat began to rise. She had no appetite at all.
Wang Qiuman threw her lunchbox aside, ignoring everyone. The other educated youths also disapproved of her spoiled attitude. Pang Aiping, who shared a room with her, went straight back to her room. At least she could lie down and rest for a while at noon; who had time to watch her throw a tantrum?
Seeing this, Wang Qiuman became even angrier, but she was really hungry, so she forced herself to finish the few sweet potatoes despite feeling nauseous. She then threw away the remaining wild vegetable soup, as she simply couldn't eat any more.
Lying in bed, she thought about Luo Aihua and felt increasingly resentful. This man was so stubborn. She thought about giving up. Other young men in the village had shown interest in her, but she was unwilling to give up. Besides, Luo Aihua was the best match. Wang Qiuman refused to believe that she couldn't win him over.
Luo Hongmei shared the same thought as Wang Qiuman. It had been almost a month since the educated youth arrived, and she hadn't even exchanged a few words with Xu Yanhui, let alone developed a relationship. If things continued like this, it would all be for nothing in the end. No, heaven had given her a chance to be reborn, and she had to seize this opportunity.
In fact, Luo Hongmei's life is already enviable in the eyes of others. She has a stable job, no worries about food and drink, and can even find a partner in town, which is something that the girls in the village can only envy.
However, Luo Hongmei was not satisfied. What she wanted was a wealthy life in the future. If she could hold onto Xu Yanhui, she would become an official's wife, something she could never achieve in her entire life.
But the difficulty now is that Xu Yanhui and she are like two parallel lines, never intersecting. Luo Hongmei frowned and pondered, wondering what she could do to get what she wanted.
Xu Yanhui was still digging cow dung, but when he returned home after work and met villagers, they would greet him kindly, no longer ignoring him and his brothers as before.
Xu Yanhui remained shy and timid, his head bowed, not daring to look at anyone; this was his best form of camouflage.
The two brothers had long since finished eating the cured meat, but that beautiful figure was firmly imprinted in their minds. If it weren't for her, they wouldn't be where they are today.
Time flies, and the rice in the fields turns golden. Autumn is a season of harvest.
Recently, the whole brigade has been rushing to harvest. The autumn weather is unstable, and there is always the possibility of rain. If it rains, less rice will be harvested, and less will be available to each person. So when it comes to harvesting wheat, everyone is working like a workaholic, and everyone hopes to harvest more grain.
Wang Qiuman had long since given up on Luo Aihua and started dating the youngest son of the Zhang family in the village. The youngest son of the Zhang family helped her with all the farm work, so Wang Qiuman no longer went to the fields to earn work points and relied entirely on this man for support.
The Zhang family has many boys, five in total. The youngest son is somewhat unhappy that he is helping a female educated youth instead of working in the family's fields. However, if his younger brother really falls in love with this female educated youth, it will save them money on getting married, which is a good thing.
Five sons, getting married would be a huge expense, so the Zhang family didn't object to their younger brother helping Wang Qiuman with farm work. While the other educated youth went to work, Wang Qiuman slept in the dormitory, which made everyone extremely envious.
Autumn is very hot. Harvesting rice is not only tiring because of bending over, but also because you have to endure the sharp leaves that cut you. It's not just that, but it's also very itchy, so itchy that you can't sleep.
The young man from the Zhang family was cutting with great enthusiasm. Fields of rice fell one by one, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and the sickle swung faster and faster. The young man's eyes were full of sweet love. He was doing farm work for his sweetheart and he wasn't tired at all.
Zhang Wuniu cut faster and faster, when suddenly everything went black before his eyes, his hand slipped, and the sickle cut his own calf. Blood gushed out instantly, Zhang Wuniu screamed in agony, and fainted.
The villagers working nearby all gathered around and quickly carried him to the base of a tree. They splashed cold water on his face and bandaged the wound on his lower body with coarse cloth, but the wound was too large and blood was still seeping out.
Zhang's older brothers were all there, and they were in a panic, not knowing what to do. It was Luo Dashan who directed the men to carry Zhang Wuniu to the village clinic, at least stopping the bleeding for the time being.
A storm was brewing, with dark clouds gathering on the horizon. Luo Dashan and his men had just harvested the last acre of rice and were transporting the grain back when a torrential downpour began.
The raindrops, as big as beans, stung painfully, but thankfully the grain was unharmed, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the food is safe!
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