passionate youth

Chapter 33 Luo Xiaoyue Wronged

"When Zhou Dazhu comes back from the commune, just stare at him."

"If he checks the gold bars, it's not self-inflicted, and he can be dealt with directly."

"If he doesn't check, he will quietly remove the 12 yuan stone in the sheepfold, and actively reveal that the gold bar is missing."

"See if he will be in a hurry to find the gold bars, so as to judge whether it is him or someone else who buried these gold bars?"

Jiang Ping'an believed that if Zhou Dazhu was really an undercover agent, when he found out that the gold bars were missing, he would definitely be anxious and lose his footing.

Take back your thoughts.

Jiang Pingan entered the small courtyard of the space.

After not seeing him for a long time, Heizi screamed anxiously in the yard, and was very affectionate when he saw Jiang Ping'an come back.

Jiang Pingan rubbed the dog's head with it, and filled it with a bowl of broth as usual.

After washing up, I also took pork stewed vermicelli, garlic pork ribs, and potato shreds, and ate them with steamed buns.

After eating and drinking enough, Jiang Pingan took Heizi out of the space and went to the kitchen next door to boil water for washing his feet.

After all, if you live here, you really want to do everything in the space, which is not right.

Jiang Pingan didn't bring the pots and pans, but left them at home.

Now that Miao Hexiang is going to his place, it's inconvenient to put everything in the space, so as not to make her suspicious.

There are only a few plates, a few pairs of chopsticks, and a few bowls in the space, and they were new ones bought at the commune last time.

The pots and pans used in the sheep farm belonged to Zhou Dazhu.

In addition to the pot being intact, the bowls, gourds and ladles were all chipped, and the tables and benches were missing arms and legs.

The flames were burning, and sparks were flying everywhere. Jiang Pingan sat at the door of the stove, watching the flames, still thinking about the gold bars.

"By the way, sister-in-law Miao must have not eaten at night, so she happened to light a fire and throw some sweet potatoes and potatoes to bake for her."

His thoughts were interrupted, and he immediately took four or five sweet potatoes and two or three potatoes and threw them into the fire, covering them with ashes.

Just as he was thinking about something, suddenly there was faint crying sound from outside.

It's eerie, mixed with the night breeze, and the timid will be easily frightened after hearing it.

However, Jiang Ping'an has always been courageous. In his previous life, he often walked at night in the countryside. He was not afraid of people, and naturally he was not afraid of ghosts.

He doesn't know if there are ghosts, anyway, he has never seen them with his own eyes. Of course, there are many people who pretend to be ghosts.

"My soul travels through time and space, is it a real ghost? Should it be?" Jiang Ping'an pondered.

"Well... Even if I am a ghost, I am a blessed ghost..."

Smiling, he got up and raised the lantern, walked out of the kitchen, and went looking for the sound.

"Xiaoyue, why are you hiding here crying at night?"

Jiang Ping'an deliberately increased the sound of his footsteps, and his tone was gentle and gentle, fearing that it would scare Luo Xiaoyue who was not far away at night.

Widow Lu has three daughters, all of whom are beautiful and beautiful.

The eldest daughter Luo Xiaoyue is twelve or thirteen years old, the second daughter Luo Xiaoxing is nine years old, and the third daughter Luo Xiaohua is six years old.

Luo Xiaoyue hid behind a big tree as thick as five or six people's arms and wept, perhaps because Jiang Ping'an came over with a lot of noise and was not afraid.

"Ping... Uncle Ping An!" She wiped away her tears, came out from behind the tree, and shouted loudly.

Jiang Pingan came forward with a lantern and took a look at her.

Under the orange light, Luo Xiaoyue's pear blossoms were raining, she looked pitiful, soft and lovely.

"What's the matter? Why are you not at home, hiding here and crying?" Jiang Ping'an said softly.

After this question, Luo Xiaoyue sobbed and choked up again, and said aggrievedly: "I...my mother said...she said..."

After talking for a long time, I didn't say why.

Jiang Pingan sighed and said, "My nose is bruised and my face is swollen from cold, let's go to the kitchen with uncle and talk about what's going on while warming up by the fire!"

As he said that, he gently took Luo Xiaoyue's hand and went to the sheep farm kitchen.

Luo Xiaoyue lowered her head, showing shyness, wiping the tears from her face, and obediently followed him.

"Have you eaten yet?" Jiang Ping'an asked as he walked.

Luo Xiaoyue looked up at him, shook her head lightly, and her stomach growled very cooperatively.

In an instant, Luo Xiaoyue was so embarrassed that she couldn't bear it, her little face was flushed, and she didn't dare to look down at him.

"Hehe, you girl, what are you embarrassed about?"

Jiang Pingan took her little hand and said with a smile, relieving her tension by speaking.

"Didn't I hear people say that I'm notorious for having a big appetite? Everything may be false, and it can't be false if I'm hungry."

"You are lucky today. I baked some sweet potatoes and potatoes. Please eat a few. Are you happy?"

Luo Xiaoyue pursed her lips, wanted to speak but couldn't open her mouth, so she nodded fiercely with a smile on her face.

When he came to the door of the kitchen stove, Jiang Pingan sat down and asked softly, "Now can we say what your mother did to you?"

Luo Xiaoyue said in a voice like a mosquito: "My mother said that I would not be allowed to study next year, and I felt aggrieved, so I secretly ran out to cry."

"Hey, you seem to be entering junior high school soon?" Jiang Ping'an asked after thinking about it.

There is no compulsory education in this era, and the school system is not the same as that of later generations, and it changes from time to time.

At the beginning, primary schools were divided into junior primary schools, senior primary schools, and complete primary schools, with a schooling period of five to six years.

Middle school is divided into junior high school, high school, and complete middle school. The schooling period is four to six years, and the overall period is nine to 12 years.

In the future, it will be changed to five years in elementary school, two years in junior high school, and two years in high school, for a total of nine years.

In the future, it will be adjusted to six years of primary school, three years of junior high school, and three years of high school, with an overall 12-year schooling system.

Luo Xiaoyue replied in a low voice: "I will be in junior high school next year."

"I remember you got good grades, right?" Jiang Ping'an asked softly.

Luo Xiaoyue raised her neck, smiled and said, "My grades are pretty good, and I've always been among the top three in the class."

"With such good grades, the reason why your mother doesn't let you continue studying is because you can't afford the tuition?" Jiang Pingan asked suspiciously.

Tuition fees are actually not expensive these days. The difficulty lies in the problem of eating for half a child, which prevents many people from entering school.

Twelve or thirteen-year-old girls like Luo Xiaoyue can also earn work points, the amount varies, but they are not idlers.

Luo Xiaoyue said dejectedly: "Partly because of this, but more because of what she heard from others that a woman without talent is a virtue."

"Plus, I don't have an older brother or younger brother, only three sisters. She wants to recruit a son-in-law to take care of us when we are older."

"Especially my eldest daughter, she doesn't want me to marry or go far away in the future, so she doesn't want me to read too many books."

Jiang Ping'an thought for a while and said, "Don't worry about it. I'll take you to find Aunt Du when I have time, and ask her to do some work for your mother."

Then, smelling the sweet aroma of roasted sweet potatoes in the stove, he said with a smile: "Smell, the sweet potatoes are ready, let's eat first."

Then, he picked up the fire stick, pulled out two sweet potatoes and one potato from the fire, and handed them to Luo Xiaoyue.

Luo Xiaoyue swallowed, embarrassed and said: "Uncle Ping An, I can't eat your food..."

"Don't talk nonsense, the little girl is not a big person, but she is very polite. If you ask you to eat, just eat." Jiang Ping'an said seriously.

Luo Xiaoyue choked, shed tears of emotion, threw herself into Jiang Ping'an's arms excitedly, lowered her eyebrows, and whispered:

"Uncle Ping An, you are so kind to me..."

(End of this chapter)