Chapter 11
Jiang Dachuan really didn't come to help Shu Yan with work anymore. He was always out of sight. He was often not seen in the village, and no one knew what he was doing. Shu Yan did hear Jiang's mother say that Jiang Dachuan had picked up a lot of textbooks from the scrap yard recently.
Shu Yan was quite happy. It seemed that what he said before was not in vain. Jiang Dachuan really listened to him. Maybe he could be admitted to university after the college entrance examination was resumed next year.
Zhang Hongmei was also happy. After she was reborn, she had been thinking about getting more books. But she didn't go out much in her previous life. She just went back and forth between home and school. Unlike Jiang Dachuan, she was not able to get along well outside and had more ways to find books. After learning that Jiang Dachuan had found a lot of textbooks, Zhang Hongmei went to Jiang's house a lot these days to borrow books.
Xu Fangfang was very curious about this, and couldn't help saying to Shu Yan and Chen Ping: "These two peasants are quite ambitious, but it's a pity that studying is useless in this world! Besides, with their level, how can they compare with us? Chen Ping is a top student in our No. 1 Middle School in Hai City, and he writes good poems. They are showing off in front of us, which is really a waste of time!"
Shu Yan was speechless, and completely unable to understand Xu Fangfang's mysterious sense of superiority. He couldn't help but sigh and said: "We are still in Dahe Village now. , don't call them country bumpkins. What's wrong with country bumpkins? Don't they work hard and never bully you? Don't be so mean. Besides, it's a good thing that they love to learn, why do you always step on them? "
Xu Fangfang was angry and embarrassed: "Did I say something wrong? Would you be happy to let you stay in Dahe Village for the rest of your life? Don't they also want to go to the city and become city dwellers? I just look down on them, what's wrong with that?"
Shu Yan was speechless. It was really impossible to communicate if they didn't agree with her values.
Xu Fangfang was angry, and then said: "Anyway, I must go back to Haishi. I really can't stay in this broken place for a day!"
Shu Yan couldn't help but frown: "If you have a way to go back, why don't you leave quickly? What are you yelling in front of me?"
Xu Fangfang rolled her eyes at her and went to talk to Chen Ping angrily.
Shu Yan couldn't help shaking her head, thinking that Xu Fangfang was just yelling loudly. Her father, who was said to have some power, really couldn't let her go back to the city. Otherwise, in the original book, she wouldn't have stayed in Dahe Village for five or six years before going back. I just don't know what happened in the meantime.
But this is none of her business. Seeing that Chen Ping was comforting Xu Fangfang softly, Shu Yan didn't bother to complain. She went back to her room and entered the space and started to peel tea eggs.
I was in a bad mood and needed some snacks to relieve myself.
When it was night, Chen Ping and Xu Fangfang were both asleep, Shu Yan quietly got up and sneaked to the cowshed under the moonlight. She knocked on the door gently, put the corn and pork ribs soup that had just been cooked in the space at the door, and quickly got up and left.
Not long after, the door creaked, Fu Yunan bent down and took the food box, opened it, and a strong aroma of meat soup immediately filled the whole yard.
General Gu couldn't help swallowing his saliva and whispered: "What delicious food did this lady make again?"
Fu Yun'an smiled and placed the food box in front of him, and said happily: "Look for yourself, rice, braised pork, and two eggs. This lady is really honest. I don't know if Huaining gave her enough money and tickets?"
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1970s Educated Youth White Moonlight
Fiksi UmumAuthor: Qing Yu Type: Rebirth and Time Travel Status: Completed Copywriter: After traveling back to the time period, Shu Yan became a cannon fodder who died at the beginning of the story and gave the protagonist a plug-in. Shu Yan couldn't help b...