Chapter 8

is that maybe this style isn't popular nowadays... um, people aren't into your kind of looks anymore, but your face is pretty. That's a fact."How do you steer the conversation to his face, whether he...Ning Yuan heard this and her small round face stiffened slightly: "Doctor Rong, you're joking, aren't you Li Shugi and I are just ordinary colleagues, there's no need to trouble him like this. You've overthought it."

Rong Zhaonan looked at Ning Yuan and said faintly, "Is that so"

The little agent definitely has secrets and isn't telling the truth.

Ning Yuan didn't want to be entangled by past emotions anymore.

She wiped the sweat from her face haphazardly: "Let's not talk about that anymore, Doctor Rong. The old village head promised to get us some used furniture. We have to go to the storage room in the old classroom at the village primary school."

Rong Zhaonan looked at the large cart she dragged, raised an eyebrow: "Okay, let's go."

He wants to see how long this little spy can keep up the act.

Then, Rong Zhaonan pulled the cart and went to the old classroom of the village school with Ning Yuan.

With a head full of questions, Tang Zhenzhen returned to the educated youth point.

Before she even entered the yard, she saw two male educated youths carrying a man with a bruised face, swollen limbs, and a bloody bandage around his head back on a stretcher.

"Oh dear, Jianhua, you need to be more careful next time! Don't roll off the embankment again!"

"That's it, your head is broken, and your ribs are cracked. You need to recuperate, you can't earn work points!"

Two male educated youths gossiped and complained incessantly.

Tang Zhenzhen stared in disbelief and anger at the patient on the stretcher. It wasn't Wang Jianhua, so who was it

She told him this morning that she had left Ningyuan and would be living in the cowshed now.

After herding the cattle down in the morning, no one would pass by the barn. If he went there to ambush Ning Yuan, he could turn that bitch into a real slut.

Is Wang Jianhua such a loser Even Ning Yuan, who is so small, could beat him like that

Wang Jianhua also saw Tang Zhenzhen, Huang Xihong, and Qin Xiaoxia.

He glared at Tang Zhenzhen, awkwardly turned his head away, but still tugged at the wound on his head.

He gritted his teeth in pain: "Ouch, you two, be gentle when you lift me!"

Two male educated youths quickly lightened their movements and carried Wang Jianhua to the educated youths' house.

Huang Xuehong, seeing this, began to count on her fingers and muttered: "Wang Jianhua is injured and on sick leave. His work points for one day are only 3. We have to work harder to make up for him, otherwise, at the end of the year when we receive wages based on work points, with fewer work points, we will all be dragged down..."

At the end of the year, the collective calculated the grain ration for the 知青 team together.

Tang Zhenzhen rolled her eyes inwardly but put on a helpless smile on her face: "Fine, let's go. We still need to get some food for him later, after all, he's our own kind."

She has to ask Wang Jianhua that fool what the hell happened.

Huang Xuehong shook her head and sighed, "Zhenzhen, you're such a good person."

Three female educated youths entered the room one after another.

As soon as Tang Zhenzhen entered the room, she instructed Qin Xiaoxiao: "Xiaoxiao, don't you still have some oil tea sent from home Get some oil tea, let's go see Wang Jianhua together."

Qin Xiaoxia's face turned bad.

She was from Guibe, sent down here. The fried tea her family had sent her, she couldn't even bear to eat herself.

Huang Xuěhóng's eyes lit up immediately: "Yes, Qin Xiǎoxiá, take some out. We're all like-minded people here. Don't be stingy like a capitalist. We'll give you scallions, ginger, and garlic!"

Qin Xiaoxia took something out, and they could share a little too.

Qin Xiaoxia was stared at by them, so she had to reluctantly take an old cookie tin out of her own box.

He carefully took out a little bit of popcorn and earthen tea from inside.

She reluctantly said, "I don't have any bone broth. This tea with oil doesn't taste good without bone broth."

Tang Zhenzhen smiled generously and said, “I have red sugar in my suitcase. I’ll take some red sugar to make oil tea and stir-fry rice.”

Huang Xueming immediately went down on his knees to help Tang Zhenzhen pull out the box: "As always, Zhenzhen is so generous."

Ke Tang Zhen Zhen immediately felt something was wrong the moment she opened the box.

Her cookie jar has been emptied.

She opened it and saw that besides the five dollars, which were untouched, the whole pack of cookies and candy was gone!

"My white rabbit toffee and millennium evergreen cookies!!" Tang Zhenzhen's eyes went black.

Both the evergreen cream scallion cookies and the Big White Rabbit milk candies are high-end, sought-after goods in Shanghai. It takes tickets to purchase them in other provinces, and even with money and tickets, they are unavailable in rural areas.

“It must be Ning Yuan who stole my things!” Tang Zhenzhen’s face was twisted in anger.

She was so reluctant to eat that bag of cookies that after getting it, she only ate one a week!

That shameless little slut not only flirts with the men she has her eyes on, but also steals from her!

Huang Xuehong also furrowed his thick brows, indignation filling his chest: "As soon as she got close to that reformed criminal, she became corrupted and depraved, now she's a thief!"

Qin Xiaoxia was just forced to take something out, and now she mutters softly: "The cookies and candy must have been sent by Ning Yuan's family, right"

But where would she dare to speak up

Huang Xuerhong was indignant and said, "Zhenzhen, let's go to the village committee and report her. Thieves should be paraded through the streets with signs!"

After the exercise, it was still customary in the countryside to parade petty thieves through the streets and for intellectuals to record their punishments.

Tang Zhenzhen gritted her teeth and got up: "I heard that Deputy Secretary Li Yan came, let's go find him to be the judge!"

She will definitely not let Ning Yuan go. Today, she is going to force Li Yan to deal with Ning Yuan with her own hands.

......

Ning Yuan and Rong Zhaonan spent the whole afternoon swapping things. Finally, they dragged a carload of "junk" they found in the old storage room of the village primary school back to their small hut in the cow shed.

She hugged a large stack of old newspapers, watching Rong Zhaonan effortlessly drag a cart filled with broken furniture—a cabinet, tables, and chairs—by himself.

"Wow, that's so strong..." Ning Yuan muttered softly.

This person looks thin and tall, like a weak scholar who can't eat enough. Unexpectedly, they have so much strength.

Rong Zhaonan put the handcart in front of the house and pressed down on his black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. "Now, should we get everything inside"

Ning Yuan shook her head: "We should first cover the paper and repair the roof. These furniture needs to be disassembled, pieced together and repaired before we can use them. The space inside is too small to move around freely."

Rong Zhaonan watched Ning Yuan carry the newspaper into the room and then came out, flipping through the repair tools she had borrowed from the village committee with a practiced air.

He narrowed his eyes: "Can you fix it"

Ninyuan rolled up her sleeves and nodded, "A little bit, I'll fix it later."

Rong Zhaonan: “You’re quite daring…”

He was speaking when suddenly he raised his eyes sharply toward the path leading to the cow shed, a cold glint of alertness flashing in his eyes: "Someone's coming."

Ning Yuan just happened to see the cold and sharp aura emanating from him, her breath catching in her throat involuntarily.

But the next moment, Rong Zhaonan lowered his head and stood behind her, instantly becoming that taciturn, insignificant weak scholar again.

Ning Yuan almost suspected she was hallucinating. Before she could react, footsteps sounded.

She looked towards the end of the path.

Indeed, Tang Zhenzhen, Li Yan, Huang Xuehong, Qin Xiaoxia, and even several red-sleeved members and some villagers who came to watch the commotion also followed.

Ning Yuan's pretty eyebrows furrowed: "So you all actually came together"

Li Yan even hung out with Tang Zhenzhen and her group.

Huang Xuehong has always been Tang Zhenzhen's loyal follower. Seeing the furniture on the cart near Ning Yuan from afar, he immediately shouted——

"See I told you she was a thief! Not only did she steal our educated youth's belongings, but Ning Yuan even stole things from the team, like the desk and chair!"

Li Yan said nothing, just walked closer and looked at the things in the car.

Although they are all bad, they are indeed office furniture.

Seeing the red armband and villagers whispering to each other about it, everyone began talking in hushed tones.

Tang Zhenzhen looked at all those things, a sneer in her heart, "He really is a thief"

She wore an expression of helplessness on her face: “Oh, Ning Yuan, how come you started stealing public property from the team when you were with bad guys You're going to be jailed.”

Ning Yuan looked utterly confused: "What are you talking about All this stuff is secondhand office furniture I borrowed from the team. Even Old Branch Secretary has a written record of it, and I promised to fix it up and return it!"

Some villagers who witnessed the commotion also spoke up: “We did see Lai, the village accountant, going to the primary school warehouse with Ning Yuan this morning.”

Li Yandeng immediately felt relieved and looked at Tang Zhenzhen: "I told you, Ning Yuan is not that kind of person."

Tang Z Zhen choked, a wronged look on her face: "I also heard Xue Hong say that, and I misunderstood."

Huang Xuěhóng met Li Yan's gaze, his round face flushed red, and he instinctively scolded Ning Yuán: "That...that isn't because you stole Zhenzhen's money and things, that's why we misunderstood you!"

Ning Yuan suddenly snatched the watering can from the side and, with a scoopful of manure-filled stinking water, splashed it directly onto Huang Xuehong's fat, dark face.

That's Rong Zhaonan's uncleaned brush water from this morning.red.Ning Yuan's eyes lit up instantly, she wiped her mouth, and immediately leaned in to inquire about the specialty dishes with the other person. Was the smoked wild boar a good optionSince her aunt...