Dressed Like a Pretty Daughter-in-law From the 1970s

Chapter 73 Don’t be afraid of being late for dinner

"Oh? It belongs to your village chief's family..." At this point, the man paused and asked in surprise: "The one who stole other people's hero pens when she was a child?"

The villagers in Hetang Village nodded stiffly, "She's the one who was passed down, but we watched her grow up, so she doesn't look like someone who stole pens."

"Oh, what is this called? Knowing people but not knowing their hearts. How could I have wronged her in front of so many teachers and students at that time? Maybe some people have different hobbies than others? We are not her family, who knows? What do you think?"

Fang Hongye saw people whispering in the audience, and from the occasional raised voices, she could clearly distinguish others' mentions of her past.

She took a deep breath, smiled sweetly, and without being affected by anyone, she began to conduct the tour according to the rigorous training for more than ten days. The beautiful and passionate opening remarks quickly drew people's attention back, and they couldn't care less about sharing old rotten millet. They stared wide-eyed at this wonderful performance that can be counted in Xiahua.

The actors are not professionals, but they have expectations for life, love for labor, and pursuit of dreams. Their sincere feelings are all conveyed with sweat, serious attitude, and almost perfect performances.

The audience was brought in, either laughing heartily or wiping away tears and reprimanding. The emotional fluctuations that simply followed the actors made An Zhixia feel emotional.

The villagers' minds are actually not complicated. They are like grass on the ground, swaying left and right with the wind. They don't even know where the wind is blowing from, but the stems and leaves are dancing vigorously. They may not be bad at heart, but they are just dull knives that some people are accustomed to using, cutting their flesh every time, making life worse than death.

Just like those fans in later generations who listen to the wind and lack judgment, they can quickly lift up an idol and push them into the abyss.

"It's Cui Tianhao again." An Zhiqiu naturally heard the words of the people around him recreating the scene in great detail. Let's not talk about who was right and who was wrong, and what was the hidden secret, but when he heard that Cui Tianhao was involved, he gritted his teeth with hatred: "This man is fundamentally evil!"

An Zhixia asked in a low voice: "Brother, how do you know it was him?"

An Zhiqiu had a gloomy face and repeated what she had said before. A girl who had been pampered since she was a child and had everything she wanted, there was no need to take such a big risk and do something stupid. And according to what people next to her said, Fang Hongye had very good grades at that time and was very smart and liked the teacher. How could she ruin everything for a pen that attracted so much attention from all the students in the school?

If she had some brains, she would do it secretly when no one else was paying attention to the pen, right?

 So, this frame-up method is too crude and too vicious.

He looked at the smiling young **** the stage and felt pity in his heart. If it hadn't been for what happened back then, she would have been admitted to the town's key junior high school and then to the key high school as everyone expected. Although she could not continue to go to college, she could still work as a worker in the town and live a life that was envied by everyone and had no worries about food and clothing.

Perhaps you can have children now, instead of being delayed for flowers and letters.

“Brother, times are changing. Sister Hongye’s life will be better in the future. Don’t be afraid of being late for a good meal.”

"Well, she is a good girl and deserves better treatment." An Zhiqiu nodded with a smile, his eyes dark and gloomy, and the fists on his knees were clenched.

This tour was a particularly successful one. People were reluctant to leave and asked where the next tour would be. They would definitely carry their benches and continue to support the tour.

"Xia Xia," Fang Hongye's eyes popped out brightly. He held An Zhixia's arm and said excitedly: "How did I perform just now? My palms are sweaty now, for fear of memorizing the wrong words and delaying everyone. ”

“Yes, Sister Hongye is very stable in the typhoon, and she has the demeanor of a TV host,” An Zhixia said with a smile, “It shows that Sister Hongye is very capable. How about it? Are you interested in starting a factory with me?”

"Me?" She pointed at herself in surprise, "Me, I haven't even graduated from elementary school. Even if my father is the village chief, he can't arrange an iron rice bowl for me." There was a deep sense of loss and dismay in her tone. People should not be aware of the disappointment and helpless resignation.

"Who says it's not possible? I'm the director of the Wuqi Commune Agricultural and Auxiliary Factory. What's wrong with appointing a director of the Propaganda Department? Besides, I've seen your performance these days. You are particularly suitable and capable of taking the position! "

Fang Hongye took a dozen deep breaths and touched her forehead: "I feel like I'm dreaming." Then she held An Zhixia's hand very seriously and said, "Xia Xia, that's not right. Don't worry, Director Xiao An, I will do my best." Able to complete the tasks you assigned!”

“Also, Sister Hongye, you can’t stop studying cultural classes, especially if you are in the propaganda department. You must always keep abreast of outside information and use these things to transform your hometown.”

Fang Hongye touched her face shyly and said in a low voice: "I know, actually, although I only went to the third grade, I have been secretly studying by myself at home. Even my parents don't know. I have already completed all the studies in junior high school. Content, but English is too difficult. There is no one to guide me through it. I don’t even know how to read the twenty-six letters.

I have collected a set of high school books and materials in the recycling bin, and I am already reading the contents of the second year of high school. "

An Zhixia patted her on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I knew that Sister Hongye was so smart and would not be knocked down by public opinion. If you don't understand anything in the future, you can ask me.

I have already brought out this touring team, and the rest will be left to Sister Hongye. "

Fang Hong puffed her chest, stood upright and nodded seriously, "Don't worry, Director Xiao An, I will ensure that the task is completed!"

Back home, Fang Hongye sat in the main room with red eyes, her hands clenched into fists, and she couldn't help but relive the insults, contempt, and cynicism in her mind. I was only twelve years old at the time, and my life hadn't really begun yet, but I was left in the dust by that incident.

If she hadn't been young and her father was the village chief, she would have been sent to prison by Cui Tianhao!

“Hongye, what’s wrong? Who bullied you?” The village chief’s wife just smiled and told her daughter-in-law about her daughter’s performance just now. It had been a long time since she had seen a child with such a bright smile and radiating brilliance. But as soon as she entered the room and saw her daughter sitting on a stool in a daze, her eyes as red as a rabbit, she immediately felt heartbroken and stepped forward to hug her and ask anxiously.

The two sisters-in-law also said with anger: "Hongye, don't listen to those gossips, they don't want others to be good. Only by stepping on the pain of others can they feel that they are living a good life! We have a clear conscience, Why should you care what they say?"

 (End of this chapter)