Chapter 70 Crying

Han Youran said with emotion: "It's not far to the commune, but it's not close to walk either. It takes three hours to go back and forth. It would be better if we had a bicycle."

The conditions in Zhongxing Brigade are acceptable, but there is not a single bicycle in the village. To get anywhere to do something, you either have to take a ride or walk. There is no place to borrow a bicycle even if you want to.

It was probably because it was too close to the commune, and people didn't want to spend the money since they could just walk there.

Jiang Xiurong asked casually: "Why don't we buy a bicycle together?"

She could come up with the money, but there was not a single bicycle in the village. If she bought one by herself, it would be too conspicuous. She didn't need to commute to work, so she couldn't ride it every day. She would have to borrow it from someone she had a good relationship with, so it would be better for everyone to buy one together.

Han Youran thought it was not a bad idea: "Should I ask Zhizhi and the others?"

"Okay, let's ask them together when they come back in the evening."

After saying this, Jiang Xiurong felt a little regretful. She knew that Tang Mingli had no money in his pocket. If they pooled money together, she didn't know if Tang Mingli would be in trouble.

If I had known I would have paid for it myself. I felt upset for a while, but then I thought I would talk to everyone in the evening and see how the situation would turn out. Now I won’t embarrass myself.

Just as they were planning to light a fire and cook, Cui Zijin and Tang Mingli came back, each carrying a load of firewood.

Tang Mingli untied the firewood, took out a package wrapped in many layers of leaves and handed it to Jiang Xiurong.

Jiang Xiurong opened it and saw that it was a killed chicken. She asked him curiously, "Where did you get it from?"

Tang Mingli's pockets are cleaner than his face, so they probably weren't bought.

Tang Mingli said, "I caught it by chance when I went up the mountain with Cui Zhiqing to collect firewood."

The feathers of pheasants are different from those of domestic chickens. After all, pheasant feathers are collective property. As educated youth from outside the city, they were afraid of being criticized if they brought them back carelessly, so they specially cleaned them up outside.

I was really sleepy and the pillow was handed over to me. I was just sighing that it would be nice to have some meat, and then Tang Mingli brought back a pheasant. He is worthy of being her Ali!

Jiang Xiurong said happily: "Comrade Tang is really amazing. We went to pick mushrooms today and they are just right for stewing chicken!"

Tang Mingli looked at her smiling face and his heart was filled with joy.

Xia Zhizhi couldn't bear to see this, and immediately squeezed in between the two of them to separate them, and said to Jiang Xiurong: "Sister Xiurong, wild chickens are not as delicious as domestic chickens, and they are a bit dry. Add more mushrooms to it, mushrooms are delicious."

"Okay." Jiang Xiurong was used to her and said, "I'll cut you a chicken leg later. The meat on the chicken leg is not tough."

Even food can't stop her from eating, Tang Mingli thought angrily, and walked out of the kitchen with a basket.

The winter here lasts for several months, and there is plenty of firewood at that time, so they have to stock up more when it is not too busy.

When we were about to have dinner, Wang Lizhen came back with her lips pouting and her eyes red. It was obvious that she had been crying.

She went to the commune today to call her family to complain.

When the family heard that Cui Zijin had a girl he liked, they advised her to just forget about it. Cui Zijin didn't have anyone he liked before, so she could just pursue him. But now that the situation is like this, Wang Lizhen is still pursuing him, which is not good for her.

Wang Lizhen was unwilling to accept this and parted ways with her family on bad terms.

I have so many grievances but no place to vent them.

Seeing the old educated youth stewing chicken, Shi Yifan said sourly: "I don't know if you guys are here to support construction or to enjoy yourself. You can eat meat every two or three days. Even the landlords wouldn't dare to eat like this."

"It's none of your business if we don't steal or rob our food. You keep eyeing on the food in other people's pots all day long. Do you have any shame?" Wang Lizhen was in a bad mood, and this guy walked into her trap. She immediately transferred her anger and took the opportunity to vent.

"How do you talk like that?" Shi Yifan's face darkened.

Wang Lizhen was not afraid of him: "I'm telling you the truth, don't you understand what I'm saying?"

Li Mao pulled Shi Yifan away and said, "Forget it, forget it. Why bother with a female comrade?"

Xia Zhizhi stood by and gave Wang Lizhen a thumbs up with a smile. Wang Lizhen snorted and turned away without even looking at her.

While eating, Xia Zhizhi kept complaining, "The pheasant is too tough," "The bones are too hard," "It tastes a bit fishy," and "Mushrooms are better."

This thing is so annoying and only knows how to bully honest people. It will be put in the sack sooner or later.

He also flattered Jiang Xiurong: "Fortunately, Sister Xiurong is a good cook. Her mushrooms are better than others."

Jiang Xiurong didn't realize that she was referring to Tang Mingli. She found the chicken she ate not as delicious as the one she made with iron egg and milk last time. She didn't reflect on her cooking skills, but just thought that wild chickens were not as delicious as domestic chickens. She comforted her, "If we run into someone selling chickens one day, we can buy one and stew it."

"Sister Xiurong is so nice to me!" Xia Zhizhi grabbed the chicken leg that Jiang Xiurong had specially chopped for her, chewed it until her mouth was full of oil, and gave Tang Mingli a smug look.

Tang Mingli...

I simply turned around and ate with my back to her, out of sight and out of mind.

Wang Lizhen was in a bad mood and didn't say a word the whole time. She poked at the rice gloomily, put down the bowl after eating a few bites, and went back to the room to lie down.

Jiang Xiurong and Han Youran looked at each other.

The two of them lived in the same room with Wang Lizhen, so they probably knew something about the situation, but outsiders were not in a position to ask too many questions about such matters.

Especially Han Youran, who already had some relationship with her, so if she rushed to comfort him, it would seem like she was showing off with ill intentions.

Jiang Xiurong glanced at Tang Mingli who was concentrating on eating with satisfaction. Fortunately, Tang Mingli didn't have any childhood sweethearts around him, otherwise it would be too upsetting.

After dinner, Han Youran had other plans in mind. He did not mention the matter of buying bicycles to everyone. He discussed with Jiang Xiurong privately: "I thought that if we all buy bicycles together, it would be easy to have conflicts if we all need to use them. I plan to save some money and see if I can buy one myself when the time comes."

Her current relationship with Cui Zijin and Wang Lizhen is awkward, so it’s better not to get involved in other relationships.

Jiang Xiurong also took Tang Mingli into consideration and nodded: "Okay, we'll talk about it later."

I don’t have bicycle tickets yet. If I really want to buy one, I’ll have to get one, but it’s not easy to get one.

In the evening, Xia Zhizhi was sitting on the kang, crossing her legs and eating watermelon, humming as she ate.

Ah Ju cut the watermelon into small pieces for her, chilled them and put them on a plate. Each piece was the same size and the watermelon seeds were shaved off. She ate them one by one with a small fork.

I was enjoying my meal when I heard someone knocking on the door. I quickly put the watermelon plate into the space, wiped my mouth and went to open the door.

It was Wang Lizhen, who walked into her room with drooping shoulders.

Wang Lizhen's eyes were a little red. She looked around her room and saw that she had covered the windows with veils. Even if the windows were open, she was not afraid of mosquitoes from outside flying in, and the room was cooler.

The white candle she lit looked inconspicuous, but it was actually an aromatherapy candle with a refreshing and cool scent that could also repel mosquitoes, making it perfect for summer.

The whole house is clean and fresh.

Wang Lizhen missed home even more. She also lived in a room of her own at home, and the house was very tidy. Unlike here, she couldn't eat or sleep well and still had to work in the fields.

Wang Lizhen sat on her kang, leaned on the kang table and began to cry. After crying for a while, she raised her head and sniffed: "I smell the scent of watermelon."

She must have accidentally dropped watermelon juice on the table.

Xia Zhizhi pointed to the small frame under the window, in which were four small watermelons.

She may cheat on others, but she never fights a battle she is not prepared for.

Wang Lizhen looked at the basket of round watermelons, and the tears that had just stopped flowing began to flow again: "I treated you as a good friend, but you ate watermelons behind my back..."

It's a pity that she hasn't eaten fruit for a long time.