Looking at the postman's satchel filled with letters, Lin Nianhe stepped forward to greet him: "Hello, comrade, I am Lin Nianhe. Do you have my letter?"
The postman's name is Zhou Xu. He is a young man in his twenties. He has thick eyebrows, big eyes and a Chinese character face. He looks very decent.
After hearing Lin Nianhe's words, he couldn't help but turn his eyes around her face.
She looks like a fairy, no wonder Brother Cheng is so interested in her.
He didn't dare to look at it, so he took out a tightly wrapped paper bag and handed it to Lin Nianhe: "It's not a letter, Brother Cheng asked me to bring it."
"Thanks."
Lin Nianhe took it suspiciously. The paper bag was soft and didn't look like food when held.
Brother Cheng? Su Yuncheng?
But didn't she tell Su Yuncheng not to think about her all the time this morning? Why did he send something again?
Is this...a belated rebellious period?
She clicked her tongue and shook her head helplessly.
How could she return this favor?
While she was thinking about it, Miao Yulan quickly came out of the courtyard, took the letter and hurried back, her head always lowered, like a doormat.
Lin Nianhe then remembered that she had never heard Miao Yulan speak from yesterday to today.
This person was like a transparent person among the educated youth, always immersed in her work. Even though they had a tense quarrel yesterday, she didn't express any opinions.
Lin Nianhe glanced at her a few more times unconsciously.
Just as she was dazzling, Wen Lan slapped her on the back.
"What are you thinking about? Why don't you go back to cook and eat? You're not hungry."
Lin Nianhe was caught off guard and staggered by her slap.
She couldn't help but roll her eyes.
You have to exercise hard, otherwise you will be beaten to death by Wen Lan sooner or later.
Sun Guanghui and an old educated youth named Wang Dong were cooking in the front yard today. After Wang Shumei and Wen Lan returned, they went back to the house to rest. Lin Nianhe ignored their smug expressions and snorted, raising his chin. My own little courtyard.
Su Yuncheng sent a lot of things today, including daily necessities such as pots and pans, which greatly alleviated Lin Nianhe's apparent shortage of supplies.
Before cooking, Lin Nianhe opened the paper bag.
It's a red gauze scarf, very red.
Lin Nianhe almost cried because of Chou.
This... maybe Su Yuncheng saw that her face was scratched and asked her to cover her face with a gauze before working, right?
It was also her lack of experience that almost all the girls in the brigade had to cover their faces when working in the fields. She thought it was for sun protection before, and thought that everything would be fine if they put on sunscreen, but she didn't expect them to be able to resist physical attacks.
Lin Nianhe was once again impressed by Su Yuncheng's attentiveness, and wrote a small half-page piecemeal on the notepad. Then he took an eggplant from the dishes Aunt Li sent yesterday, washed it, steamed it in a pot, and steamed it. A bowl of rice.
After it's cooked, mix it with the beef chili sauce in the space and eat it. The neighbor's children will cry with greed.
The neighbor... really cried.
While Lin Nianhe was washing the dishes, he heard sad crying coming from the front yard.
She washed the dishes in a few seconds, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and went straight to the melon-eating scene.
Lin Nianhe originally thought that it was Wang Xue and the others who were causing trouble again. She was scolded by Wang Shumei or beaten to tears by Wen Lan. Unexpectedly, the truth was far more exciting than she imagined.
The front yard was very awkward at the moment. A group of male educated youths were playing wooden games in the yard, but the female educated youths were actually in Wang Xue's room.
Lin Nianhe held back the joy of eating the melon and asked seriously: "What's wrong?"
Sun Guanghui scratched his scalp and replied: "It seems to be a letter from Comrade Miao Yulan's home."
We've all come this far. If we don't finish the melon, Lin Nianhe won't be able to take a nap.
With concern for her comrades, she also entered Wang Xue's house.
Wang Shumei was standing by the door. When she saw Lin Nianhe coming, she whispered to her:
"Miao Yulan received a letter from her family saying that her younger brother was getting married, and the woman wanted three rounds and one ring plus eighty-eight yuan in gift money. I don't know what her parents thought, but they actually asked her for money."
Lin Nianhe's eyes widened.
Parents who eat commercial grain in the city ask for money for their daughter who is digging in the fields, or for the son's bride price.
Lin Nianhe couldn't understand this operation.
Miao Yulan burst into tears, holding Wang Xue's hand and chanting: "What should I do... What should I do... I have just enough food left to eat until the autumn harvest... What can I exchange for money to marry my brother..."
In the few intermittent words, there was no complaint against the eccentric parents, but there was a trace of panic in the trembling tone.
Lin Nianhe pinched the melon seeds. The melon was poisonous and she didn't want to eat it.
Before she turned around, she heard Wang Xue say: "Yulan, please stop crying. Calm down. Let's think about it. There are always more solutions than difficulties."
Miao Yulan seemed to be reminded. She looked around the room with tears in her eyes, and her eyes fell on Lin Nianhe.
Lin Nianhe had an ominous premonition.
Sure enough, the next second, Miao Yulan struggled to jump off the bed, threw herself in front of Lin Nianhe, grabbed her hand, looked at her expectantly and said, "Lin Zhiqing, you, can you lend me some money?" ?"
The sudden turn of events stunned both Wang Shumei and Wen Lan, and Yu Xiangqin also looked at Miao Yulan with disbelief.
Lin Nianhe felt that her wrist was stinging from the calluses in Miao Yulan's palm. She frowned, broke away from Miao Yulan's hand and said, "I have only known you for a day. Is it appropriate for you to ask me to borrow money? Besides, you How much do you plan to borrow? Do you have the ability to repay it?”
Miao Yulan was so excited at the moment that she didn't even hear the tactful refusal in Lin Nianhe's words, and said directly: "Can you lend me two hundred yuan? I will write you an IOU, and I will definitely pay it back to you!"
Wen Lan screamed: "Two hundred? What did you think!"
Lin Nianhe laughed angrily: "I don't have it, I can't borrow it."
As if struck by lightning, Miao Yulan took two trembling steps back and leaned against the door.
Yu Xiangqin whispered from the side: "Yu Lan, don't be stupid. Why do you want to pay back so much money?"
Miao Yulan's tears that had just stopped started to fall again: "Then what should I do if my brother can't get a wife..."
Lin Nianhe thought to himself, if you can't get married, then you can't get married. Being single doesn't break the law.
However, this idea of singleness was obviously not suitable for this era. She said nothing and was too lazy to be Miao Yulan's spiritual mentor.
Wang Xue stood up, looked at Lin Nianhe and said: "Lin Zhiqing, since we have come here from all over the world, we should help each other. Two hundred yuan is indeed a lot, but it can save the happiness of a family! You have money to eat meat and fight Furniture, can’t you help Yulan? Isn’t everyone’s happiness more beautiful than one person’s happiness?”
Lin Nianhe looked at Wang Xue: "What do you want to say?"
Wang Xue cleared her throat and said eloquently like a broadcaster: "We are all comrades. Isn't it too inconsiderate of your comradeship to ignore things that have nothing to do with you? We should help each other." ah!"
Wen Lan shuddered after hearing this.
She suddenly remembered her enamel teapot.
