The Buddhist Wife of the Cold-Hearted Educated Youth in the 1970s

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Chapter 33

The bicycle sped through the mountains, with the whirring wind and the crisp sound of the chain in my ears. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the air was also humid and very hot.

At this time, at the entrance of Qinghe Village, the young men did not care about the weather. They rolled up their pants and legs and went down to the mud bare-chested.

There was a lotus root field at the entrance of the village. It had been there for many years, and no one knew who owned it. So it became a public property. When the lotus roots in the field matured, everyone dug the lotus roots together. Some of them were handed over to the collection station, and the other part belonged to whoever dug it.

However, digging lotus roots was dirty and tiring. Older people were unwilling to do it, but only young people did not mind. However, many people were watching on the shore to see who could dig the biggest lotus root. If a big one was dug, there would be exclamations on the shore. When the young people digging lotus roots heard it, they would be full of strength, very proud, and dig more vigorously.

Digging lotus roots became a competition for young people to compete secretly to see who was more powerful.

Meng Yanchun felt that he was a father, so he didn't like to compete with these young people.

But once he dug a big and long lotus root, he would shout louder than anyone else, which made Liu Aimin and others beside him disgusted.

Dong Hanyun was not interested in digging lotus roots. It was not unusual for her to come here every year.

Pei Xingzhi was not very interested, but he wanted to wait for Meng Wanqiu at the entrance of the village, so he took his nephew Meng Zhuangzhuang to watch the villagers digging lotus roots.

Pi Jingxuan was also in the lotus field. The fields where lotus roots were planted were mostly muddy, and the lotus roots were buried very deep. He had to lie on the mud to dig out the lotus roots. At this time, he was covered with mud, and the mud on his face had dried up and new mud had been added.

Now Pi Jingxuan has become familiar with Liu Aimin and others, and no longer relies on Pei Xingzhi as before. He has become tanned, stronger, and more responsible than before.

Watching Pi Jingxuan fighting with his peers in the village, Pei Xingzhi slightly raised the corners of his lips.

"Uncle, when will my aunt come back?"

Meng Zhuangzhuang held Pei Xingzhi's hand, and hung on his thigh, twisting and turning, unable to stand straight. Except for a moment of excitement when he watched his father digging lotus roots, he was now tired of watching, and now he just wanted his aunt to come back early and eat the candy she promised him.

Pei Xingzhi's mouth corners raised. I don't know if it's because they are aunt and nephew, Meng Zhuangzhuang is very similar to Meng Wanqiu, and their personalities are similar. They only know how to find food every day.

Either eating or on the way to find food.

Suddenly, Pei Xingzhi's eyes flashed, and he felt something flashing by, and he quickly raised his eyes to look.

Seeing the person coming, Pei Xingzhi's eyes softened instantly, and he walked over holding Meng Zhuangzhuang.

"Auntie, you're back. I missed you so much."

Meng Zhuangzhuang saw Meng Wanqiu, broke away from Pei Xingzhi's hand, ran to Meng Wanqiu, hugged her thighs, and rubbed his face on Meng Wanqiu's legs, like a dog.

Meng Wanqiu pushed Meng Zhuangzhuang's head in disdain. She knew his nature long ago, "Go away. I don't know you yet."

After that, he took out a bag of fruit candy from his pocket, handed it to Meng Zhuangzhuang, and warned: "This is the amount for two weeks. Eat two a day. If you eat more, you will run out of it next time. Remember?"