Rebirth started in 1987

Chapter 7 Widow
The charm of money is infinite, even though it is only three cents.

For the navel oranges that cost three cents a catty, the woman went off in person and picked a big bag of navel oranges with a fertilizer bag.

Although the second uncle just said that only big ones are needed, the carefulness of rural women is fully demonstrated in this regard.

She didn't care about what she said before, regardless of the size, she picked up a large bag of navel oranges in a few minutes.

The second uncle frowned when he saw this, and wanted to say a few words, but Ye Huai'an behind him pulled him away, so he didn't speak.

In ten minutes, the woman had already picked up four large bags of navel oranges, each bag weighing seven to eighty catties. Seeing that the second uncle was carrying the bag on his back, the woman still did not give up, and continued to hold the fertilizer bag and tried to pack it to death.

Seeing that there was still about a third of the ground left, Ye Huai'an hurriedly yelled at the woman.

"Auntie, I've seen enough, let's save some for my son to eat during the Chinese New Year!"

While pawing and tugging, the woman responded with a vague smile, without raising her head, and continued to hold the fertilizer bag and continue to fill it.

"There are still more on the mountain. Dolls don't like to eat them, so you can sell them for more money!"

Ye Huai'an was quite speechless, and he wasn't talking!
Although it is said that the big ones are required, the size difference between these navel oranges is not too big. If you can pick them home, the big ones are not too small.

What's more, Ye Huai'an knows exactly what these women in the countryside are thinking, and now he cares more about time than these details.

What's more, they had to pay on credit in the first place.

After working for more than half an hour, finally six bags of navel oranges were moved out of the cellar.

The woman quickly brought the scale, and quickly weighed it, 450 five catties, counting as 450 catties, three cents a catty, 13 yuan and five together.

Ye Huai'an hurriedly wrote down the account, but the second uncle said to pay on credit first, and then pay the money when he came back. The woman obviously hesitated for a moment, but finally said nothing.

Ye Huai'an was also a little embarrassed, he owed hundreds of millions in his previous life, and he owed more than a dozen yuan in this life, which was a bit embarrassing.

Fortunately, Ye Huai'an got used to it quickly, and quickly shouted to the woman with a smile.

"Auntie, I'll give you the money in a few days. If it's not raining, go to the mountain to pick some more if you have time. Maybe we'll have to collect some more after they're sold out!"

The woman scoffed at the words and was not very interested, obviously not having much confidence in the second uncle's sales ability.

Ye Huai'an didn't say much, a bag of seventy to eighty catties of navel oranges, he bent over and carried it on his shoulders, feeling the weight on his shoulders, he was already malnourished, he felt a little dizzy, but he stabilized soon.

This body is just malnourished, not weak. He even feels that the weight on his shoulders is not as heavy as he imagined. In another 30 years, let alone seventy or eighty catties, even twenty catties will be sore to carry.

The two went back and forth several times to carry the navel oranges onto the tractor. According to Ye Huai'an's instructions, Xiao Jianke also dragged over a dozen piles of straw and placed them in the tractor's bucket to prevent them from being squeezed.

After a lot of tossing, everything was finally done, and the second uncle's flushed cheeks were obviously a little excited.

Although the second uncle's legs are a little lame, it's not particularly serious. He carries a bag of navel oranges on his left and right sides, but his cheeks are a little flushed, and the foundation of his body is still there.

After the first one was settled, the acquisition of the second one was obviously much more natural for the second uncle.

After explaining the purpose of coming to the second company, the other couple showed a bright smile like a woman just now, and the two parties successfully completed the transaction.

Then came the third, the fourth, and the fifth. In less than an hour, a tractor was full of fertilizer bags. After calculation, it was more than 300 catties. In the end, Ye Huai'an was worried about safety and voluntarily shouted. Stop buying, that's it!
In fact, starting from the third house, there is no need for the second uncle to knock on the door, and everyone came here after hearing the news.

Soon this small mountain village became lively. Hearing that a fool was buying navel oranges for three cents a catty, everyone didn't say a word, and quickly took the fertilizer bag and went to their cellar to pick up navel oranges.

Among them, Ye Huai'an also saw the gloomy and expressionless uncle standing in the crowd.

When grandma heard the news, she stood in the village and scolded her second uncle for more than half an hour, saying that she was probably a prodigal son who would only benefit others.

Many villagers snickered and discussed, while the second uncle blushed and remained silent.

Although the second uncle has a bad relationship with the uncle, the old lady still has to take care of her. Hundreds of catties of rice are sent over on time every year, and she even bought a few clothes and shoes to pay her respects during festivals.

Ye Huai'an didn't want to talk to the old man, so he took his second uncle and went back. It's so cold outside, can she still scold him for a day?
Sure enough, half an hour later, there was no sound outside, and the second uncle opened the door without saying a word, smoking a cigarette, and took out a rain cloth and Ye Huai'an to cover the back of the tractor.

The second uncle checked the tractor carefully again, and after making sure everything was in order, he went back to the house with a sullen face.

For those discussions, Ye Huai'an never wanted to comment too much. He had already tasted enough of the indifference of people in his previous life, let alone such gossip.

What really breaks people is the superficial beauty, but behind the scenes, you can only be a grandson. That kind of shame and pain is the most tormenting.

Because every time you see those sanctimonious big shots, the red behind them is black, but you can't speak.

In this life, I just want to be innocent and live out the splendor I want, so why do I need others to judge me?
The second uncle was busy with dinner, Ye Huai'an boiled water and took a simple bath, sat at the door, staring at the distant mountains in a daze.

It is now dusk, and every household in the village is surrounded by smoke, and there are women standing in the village, shouting "Ge Ge", calling their chickens to return to the cage as soon as possible.

Occasionally, there were a few angry curses, children's cries, and the smoke was raging. A 80s rural picture scroll slowly unfolded in front of Ye Huai'an.

Dazhi not far away was holding a piece of black charcoal and was drawing something in the corner of the wall. Ye Huai'an stood up and stood gently behind Dazhi, watching Dazhi draw a head on a wall.

Ye Huai'an looked sideways, and it looked like a woman's head. If you look closely, it's quite charming. Could it be that this is your mother?

Ye Huaian patted Dazhi on the shoulder with a smile, and asked casually.

"Dazhi, who are you painting?"

Dazhi didn't stop moving his hands and was still very focused, but he replied in a naive voice.

"It's sister Yanqing!"

"Sister Yanqing?"

Ye Huai'an's mind was a little confused for a moment, and after a full three seconds, his mind suddenly seemed to explode, and a plump figure appeared in his mind.

Shen Yanqing, Sister Yanqing, was once a regret in her youth.

Ye Huai'an had a lot of women who really appeared in his life in his previous life, no matter if they were the ones who had sex or not, there were very few who could really leave him with deep memories.

And this Shen Yanqing was definitely the most unforgettable white lotus in his memory.

Shen Yanqing is an educated youth, a woman with ill-fated fate. Her background is not very good. Both her parents in the city passed away when she went to the countryside a few years ago.

Later, when he went to the countryside, he encountered injustice and was forced to marry an accountant in the village. Ye Huai'an also called him uncle.

According to her seniority, Ye Huai'an still had to call her aunt, the two families were tens of meters apart, but unfortunately that uncle's life was unlucky. He went to the county town to build a reservoir in [-], but was killed by a squib, leaving behind Shen Yanqing and a four-year-old daughter. Shen Xiaoduo.

Shen Yanqing's height is 1.7 meters 1.5. In this era when the height of rural women is about [-] meters, Shen Yanqing's height is somewhat outstanding.

In addition, she has a plump figure, a naturally fair face, and those big eyes, just like Xie Dajiao when she was young, completely different from the rural women of this era.

From the day she became a widow, her ill-fated life was doomed.

Such a woman is still a widow. In Ye Huai'an's youthful memory, this sister Yanqing is almost synonymous with hormones.

Not only Ye Huai'an, but all the men in Yejiagou coveted this widow, but perhaps coveting too much made her more protective.

Any man in the village who dares to take any practical action against her will be besieged by all the men in the village.

This naturally includes Ye Tiande, Ye Huai'an seems to remember one thing, once Ye Tiande deliberately stayed at Shen Yanqing's house in the evening, and was dragged by several men in the village to reluctantly go back.

That night, the windows of Ye's house were smashed four times with stones, and Ye Tiande was too scared by that experience to provoke Shen Yanqing again.

But for a beautiful widow, those men in the village did not dare to harass her on the surface, but they did many nasty things in secret.

If a man's harassment is considered traumatic, then her mother-in-law's malicious slander against her is the real torment.

(End of this chapter)