Qi Mengmeng put all the things she had prepared during this period into a backpack, tied the backpack to the back of the bicycle, and rode the bicycle to the village.
Although it didn't snow during this period, the weather was cold and the road became muddy after the snow melted. When Qi Mengmeng rode to the village, her shoes were already covered with a lot of mud.
The bicycle had a hard time moving forward, so Qi Mengmeng frowned and untied the backpack from the back of the bicycle, put the things in the backpack into the empty space, and went to the cowshed carrying the empty backpack.
In such weather, even the most diligent people rarely go out. Everyone does not have many warm clothes and is afraid of getting their shoes and socks dirty.
Qi Mengmeng arrived at the cowshed smoothly and threw stones at the window. After throwing three stones in a row, Grandpa Jiang appeared at the door.
"Come in."
Qi Mengmeng walked in without hesitation. The cowshed was relatively warm. There were only Grandpa Jiang and Zhang Meiling there. She was a little surprised because she remembered that there was also a teacher named Hao in the cowshed.
Seeing Qi Mengmeng looking around, Zhang Meiling curved her lips and said, "Teacher Hao got married and rented a house in the village."
"What? Getting married?"
Qi Mengmeng thought she had heard it wrong at first. Are there still people marrying people who have been sent down to the countryside?
Zhang Meiling nodded: "There is a female educated youth in the village who has a good relationship with Teacher Hao. After they got married, they moved to the village to live. Now there are only two of us left in the cowshed."
Qi Mengmeng no longer cared about Teacher Hao's marriage. She took down the backpack and started to take things out.
In addition to two pairs of cotton socks, there were various foods inside.
Rice, flour, cornmeal, whole grains, frozen dumplings, meatballs, stewed chicken, meat buns, snacks, small cakes...
Zhang Meiling picked up a small cake, her brows furrowed, "How did you buy these things, kid? Where did you buy them?"
Qi Mengmeng then realized that when she was taking things out of the space just now, she took out the small cake that she baked a few days ago. Fortunately, there was no cream on it, so she could still explain it.
"This was made by a friend and given to me."
Zhang Meiling, however, was a little bit unconvinced. She thought that not everyone could make a cake of this quality.
What Qi Mengmeng didn’t know was that the cake she made was obviously more delicate and had a better color than the cakes we have now.
Mr. Jiang and Zhang Meiling had eaten good food before, so they could naturally tell the difference.
Zhang Meiling reminded Qi Mengmeng earnestly: "Mengmeng, it's okay if we don't eat these things. You must be careful and don't let anyone find out."
Qi Mengmeng was surprised for a moment, and quickly explained: "Auntie Ling, I didn't buy these things outside. They were really made by a friend and given to me."
Mr. Jiang said at the side: "Okay, old lady, since Mengmeng said it's okay, then it should be okay, so stop nagging."
Zhang Meiling glared at Mr. Jiang: "What do you mean I'm nagging? I'm just concerned about Mengmeng, how come I'm considered nagging? I get it, you dislike me and think I'm old and not pretty anymore. Did you have the same thought after seeing Xiao Hao marry a young intellectual?"
"No, no, I don't have such thoughts at all. How could I have such thoughts? I don't dislike you, it's me who can't talk. You are not long-winded at all. It's me who is old and long-winded. You should not dislike me, Meimei, I am good."
Mr. Jiang had a strong desire to survive and soon begged for mercy.
Qi Mengmeng couldn't help but laugh. She didn't expect that the two of them would get along like this in private.
Zhang Meiling didn't speak at first.
Mr. Jiang looked at Qi Mengmeng, and then said to Zhang Meiling, "Meimei, the child is here, please give me some face. I really didn't mean that. I will never say that again. You are the best."
Qi Mengmeng looked up and down, but not at the two of them. She was afraid that she would not be able to hold back her laughter. These two people were too funny.
Zhang Meiling then glanced at Qi Mengmeng and snorted, "Okay, for Mengmeng's sake, I'll forgive you this time. If you dare to say I'm nagging again, I'll show you how I'll deal with you."
The last sentence was spoken in a low voice, and only Mr. Jiang heard it.
Mr. Jiang nodded quickly, and Zhang Meiling raised her chin proudly.
What Qi Mengmeng didn’t know was that when Zhang Meiling was young, she not only had a wealthy family and a high level of education, but she was also beautiful and was the “school belle” in the school.
If Mr. Jiang hadn't been so good to Zhang Meiling, he might not have been able to win her heart.
At that time, Zhang Meiling only gave birth to a daughter. Many people talked about it in private, but Mr. Jiang was determined to have Zhang Meiling and was not obsessed with his son. The relationship between the old couple was deeper than that of ordinary couples.
As long as there are some conditions, Mr. Jiang is willing to give in to Zhang Meiling.
Mr. Jiang handed a small cake to Zhang Meiling as an apology for his earlier gaffe. Zhang Meiling took the cake, which meant she forgave him.
Qi Mengmeng had seen enough of the show and was about to speak up when Mr. Jiang came over with a stack of papers.
Qi Mengmeng had a bad feeling in her heart. Sure enough, Mr. Jiang handed her the stack of papers and said, "This is some knowledge points I sorted out for you. Take a look at it when you go back. Have you finished all the questions I gave you before?"
"I'm done." Qi Mengmeng took the stack of papers and took out the questions she had done from the innermost part of the backpack.
After coming here so many times, she has become accustomed to it and puts the questions in her space before going out.
Mr. Jiang took the crumpled paper and muttered, "Why is it all wrinkled? This is knowledge."
Qi Mengmeng opened her mouth, not knowing what to say. Wouldn't it be okay if the paper in the backpack wasn't wrinkled?
Zhang Meiling glared at Mr. Jiang and said disdainfully, "Mengmeng, ignore him. He has that kind of temper. Do you have any questions about the questions? If you don't, I'll explain them to you."
Mr. Jiang was looking at the questions. Hearing this, he looked up and said, "I'll just explain the questions. You can take a rest for a while."
Zhang Meiling was about to speak when Qi Mengmeng pulled her back and said, "Aunt Ling, I think what I did was fine. If your uncle thinks I did something wrong later, I'll ask you again."
Zhang Meiling then stopped talking.
After looking at the questions Qi Mengmeng had done, Mr. Jiang nodded with satisfaction: "You basically got them all right, but there is another way to calculate this question. Let me tell you."
Zhang Meiling pouted and listened to what Mr. Jiang said to Qi Mengmeng. She urged Qi Mengmeng, "Mengmeng, you have been here long enough. We have enough food for these things. You should leave quickly. Be careful on the road and don't let the villagers find you."
Qi Mengmeng also knew that she had stayed long enough, so she left twenty yuan and some food coupons for the two elderly people. If they encountered any problems, they could use the money and coupons to seek help.
After coming out of the cowshed, Qi Mengmeng pushed her bicycle to Mrs. Song's house.
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