I have also checked this matter. Now your family has more food left than other families, but it is far from being extravagant. Another small bowl of meat is not much.
Although our Shangshui Village is poor, it is far from being as poor as others say, where we cannot even afford to eat meat.
When you see others buying meat, you feel jealous and instead of thinking about your own efforts, you think about slandering them. This is not our value system.
I want to say here that Mr. Mu is a clean person, and I hope some people won't jump to conclusions and fabricate facts to slander others.
As he said this, the director glanced at Sun Lili.
It goes without saying who this is for.
Naturally, Mu Ruanruan didn't think about who reported her at first. Qi Juan worked in the village committee and came to tell her last night that a man named Dai Xiaohu from the neighboring village had reported her to the village committee.
The original person lost his job because of rumors, and someone reported him to the village committee. The original book did not mention who it was, but I think it was Dai Xiaohu.
He had an affair with Sun Lili, and Sun Lili tried to please Qiu Mei everywhere, so Dai Xiaohu became birds of a feather.
Originally, he wanted to trick Mu Ruanruan, but he didn't expect to end up embarrassing himself. Sun Lili had secretly left without him knowing.
After the director finished speaking, no one wanted to stay any longer, so they all said they had something to do and left.
Mu Ruanruan smiled and sent them downstairs: "Come and play often when you have time."
"Yue'e, what's in your bag? It's so bulging." An old lady asked Wang Yue'e when she was leaving.
Wang Yue'e covered her pocket and said, "Nothing. I was holding a sweet potato when I left the house and put it in my pocket."
It’s better to come here, no matter how much you say, it’s not as good as seeing it with your own eyes.
However, Mu Ruanruan also suffered some losses this time. The half bag of rice was now empty, and some small items, such as toothpaste and toothbrush, were missing.
Mu Ruanruan smiled, put the messed up things back in place, and replaced the missing ones.
She took the tissue box out of the space and put it back on the desk. She didn't want the pink fluffy pig doll-shaped tissue box to be dirty.
That bottle of Taobao is empty.
Mu Ruanruan threw it into the trash can, took out a new bottle and put it in the same place.
Mu Ruanruan thought that even if this matter was over, no one would say anything about it, at least in the short term. However, she underestimated the gossip of some people and also underestimated the enthusiasm of some people to find fault with her.
The school where she teaches is at the entrance of the village, and serves children from three villages.
The school doesn't provide meals, not only for students but also for teachers. Mu Ruanruan usually brings her own meals. Some of the children bring their own meals, while some who don't either go home to eat or go hungry.
At noon, students eat at their seats.
The teachers gathered together in the office downstairs. There was an empty table there, which was cleaned and used as a dining table for the teachers.
The food she brought in the morning had gone cold by noon. Mu Ruanruan's space could be heated up, but in front of everyone, she couldn't be different from everyone else and just ate the cold rice and cold dishes bite by bite.
She didn't like sweet potatoes, so she only cooked white rice. Since she had no appetite, she only brought a little bit each time as a token of appreciation.
Although her rice was very white, the quantity was small, so everyone just expressed envy but nothing else.
It’s okay if the rice is cold, but if the fried meat is cold, it will not taste good. Therefore, Mu Ruanruan usually brings some vegetarian dishes and rarely eats meat. At most, eggs will appear once in a while.
It has been quiet for a long time.
Jiang Xiaotao also brought his own lunch every day, but most of the time his bowl contained sweet potatoes, and the only vegetables he had were some greens or pickles.
On this day, there was meat in Jiang Xiaotao's bowl, several large pieces of pork.
Although it was cold, Jiang Xiaotao still ate it with gusto. The gravy flowed from between his teeth and dripped down the corners of his mouth, making his classmates drool.
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