Chapter 38: Taking Advantage of the Situation
As soon as An Zhiqiu walked out of the door, Nie Yichang hooked his arm around the neck and walked towards the warehouse like a pair of good brothers.
"My sister has prepared too many rice dumplings, right? We have to go to the canteen to have breakfast after working for a while. How about letting us brothers share the sweet burden with you?" Nie Yichang was very sticky.
"She is my sister. She is ugly, short, poor and cannot be compared with you young men from the south," An Zhiqiu slapped his hands unhappily, but unfortunately the other party was too thick-skinned and tough, and did not back off.
"Oh, how long ago was that? We didn't know each other well at that time, and the girl was so intimidating that I really thought Lei Zi was going to become blind. You also know that when I get impatient, I can't control my mouth."
Hang Xianglei coughed uncomfortably and said from the side: "It was my fault for not thinking carefully at that time. I wanted to solve the matter privately, but it backfired. I will correct my attitude in the future, and you two brothers and sisters should give us a chance to correct our mistakes."
"Yes, the ancients said that knowing one's mistakes is the best way to improve oneself. We men also have the saying that men don't know each other until they fight," Nie Yichang laughed. "We both didn't know the real thing. Our sister is extremely beautiful. There is no one comparable to her in Shanghai. If we met on the street, I would have thought she was a TV star."
"Oh, even if you praise my sister as a fairy now, you have no share in these," An Zhiqiu smiled. As he spoke, he saw two tall and strong men coming towards him, so he pulled off half of the bamboo tube and threw it over to Nie Yichang under his distressed gaze.
"Brother Hongsheng, Brother Hongli, you came so early but you haven't eaten yet, right? Have some rice dumplings to fill your stomach. Thank you for speaking a fair word for us yesterday."
"Well, what's the use of speaking fairly? Cui Chengjun is becoming more and more shameless, openly taking credit for Xiaoan's work. Everyone is afraid of his jealousy and revenge, so they dare not stand up for you too much. You, you don't blame them.
Everyone is selfish, and they dare not intervene when something conflicts with their own interests.
It's just that my father was the one who started this, but it turned out like this. He was so angry that he didn't eat last night and smoked a pipe in the yard for most of the night. He said he was too ashamed to see you brothers and sisters. "The slightly older one is Fang Hongsheng, Niu Wang's father. He said to An Zhiqiu in a low voice with an angry look on his face.
"An Zhiqing, my father said that he must take care of this matter. Otherwise, if Cui Chengjun continues to make trouble, the village will be as chaotic as the outside world." Fang Hongli also clenched his fists to express his father's opinion.
"It's not the village chief's fault," An Zhiqiu shook his head and said with some gratitude, "The village chief is in charge of our work, work points and food distribution, while Secretary Cui is in charge of personnel and spiritual construction, and he visits the commune frequently. No one thought that he would dare to take credit when everyone in the village knew about it."
All I can say is that Cui Chengjun thinks of himself as the local emperor of the village and is not afraid of being sued at all.
"My sister also said that the village chief was really doing things for everyone, so he asked her to write the book. We didn't expect to gain any credit from this, but it became a ladder for others to rise step by step. Now is the busy spring season, so the village chief uncle should not be involved. This is a matter for us, brother and sister, to deal with. If we make too much trouble, we will have to trouble the village chief uncle to intervene."
"As it should be. My family is not without any foundation. We can still protect two people."
After receiving the tools, a group of people walked together to the fields they were responsible for.
The wind in March still carried the chill of late winter, creating a layer of embarrassing wrinkles on people's faces. After washing up, An Zhixia did not dare to be careless and applied layer after layer of skin protection in the kitchen.
And with the watch in the supermarket, she could always arrive at the cafeteria ten minutes before work.
"Zhixia, here," Fang Hongye waved at her as soon as she entered the door.
An Zhixia walked up to her with a smile and started cutting cabbage, radishes and mushrooms with her. In the morning, they would drink mashed cabbage and shredded pork soup and eat cornmeal pancakes with pickles.
Even Fang Hongye, who was spoiled by her family, worked very well and skillfully. Who didn't start by cutting pig food?
An Zhixia is no exception. Her best friend is a food anchor, and she is often dragged to increase traffic, so she is naturally half an expert. Moreover, as a star, if you want to maintain a high popularity, you have to occasionally go on variety shows to show your presence. Life-related variety shows are easier to attract fans and have a large number of viewers. She has always pursued perfection, and she began to practice knife skills three months before recording the show, starting with cutting potato shreds.
Later, as she became interested, she was able to even turn radishes into various beautiful flowers.
Behind her becoming a global star is countless efforts and madness. After all, if she fails to make a name for herself, she will have to go home and inherit the mine.
"Zhixia, your bamboo tube rice dumplings are really delicious," Fang Hongye said without daring to look around, she lowered her head and quickly cut the vegetables.
What?
An Zhixia looked at her in disbelief and asked cautiously, "Sister Hongye, you got up so early and took a walk in the fields?"
"No, the children at home got up early, went to the fields and had fun, and came back with some rice dumplings. They said it was given by educated youth An. It was the first time I ate rice dumplings with the flavor of bacon, and it tasted quite good. My mother said that during the Dragon Boat Festival, we will also cut some meat to make some of these rice dumplings to satisfy everyone's cravings."
That being said, there was a distinct pink hue on her fair face.
An Zhixia was chopping radishes. The plot guy was really good. He really found a way to bring the two together. She was very conflicted. In fact, Fang Hongye was not bad. She was pretty, had her favorite dimples, and was cheerful and likable. For now, the Fang family treated people well, but they were not the standard top-notch people in farming novels.
The domestic situation will improve in the future and the household registration problem will not be unsolvable.
The only thing that makes people feel that Fang Hongye and An Zhiqiu are not a match and causes all kinds of conflicts is their education. Fang Hongye only went to the third grade of elementary school. If you don't have a high level of education, your vision will not be broad and your knowledge will not be sublimated. Even if the two are attracted by hormones at the beginning, they will eventually find that they are not suitable for each other in the daily life of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.
What's more, An Zhiqiu had been holding back with An's father and Kang Xiaohua, wanting to live like a human being and make them regret their past actions. Moreover, the misery of the original owner in the previous life could easily have stimulated An Zhiqiu to go astray and become a heartless man.
"Sister Hongye, the village chief and aunt love you very much, so why didn't they support you to finish elementary school?" An Zhixia was lost in thought for a long time and couldn't help asking.
Fang Hongye was not paying attention and her hand was cut by the knife, and blood gushed out.
An Zhixia quickly applied pressure to stop the bleeding, and Niu Wang followed his mother's instructions and went home to get gentian violet and clean cotton cloth.
Fang Hongye's face was pale and she didn't say a word. She looked at her bandaged finger. When the crowd dispersed, she whispered to An Zhixia, "It's not that my father and mother don't support me. It's that I was forced to be a thief and I can't continue studying."
(End of this chapter)
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