Rebirth of a Little Cannon Fodder in the ’70s

“Don’t worry, I’m here.” Jing Ziheng squeezed Ye Mi’s little hand reassuringly, and without letting go, he led her and Aunt Chunxia back to Secretary Chen’s house.

Ye Mi just gratefully rejected the things in Aunt Chunxia’s basket, saying that she no longer needed it and could no longer take this subsidy.

In the past, it was a last resort, but now she not only couldn’t accept it, but she had to find a way to make up for what was already given.

Now the market price of a catty of brown rice is only 10 cents, because the local province is a large grain-producing province, so the price of grain is much cheaper than that of other places.

With the exception of the first year. The following two years along with the rations given by the brigade to the educated youth, she received the subsidy from Secretary Chen. Fifty catties a year, a total of one hundred catties.

If she paid them back according to the market price, she would have to pay at least ten yuan to Secretary Chen’s family.

Ye Mi tugged at her fingers as she worked hard to calculate the account, so Jing Ziheng wouldn’t be troubled.

In a addition to the money he bought two hundred catties of fine grains and three hundred catties of coarse grains from Secretary Chen’s family, and put the money together and sent them to Aunt Chunxia. He then picked up the grains and took his wife home.

Secretary Chen’s family trus6t Jing Ziheng’s character, so Aunt Qian Chunxia didn’t count them face to face.

After the young couple left, she suddenly said “Oh!”, she moved to stand up intending to chase after them.

“Wait a minute.” Secretary Chen called to his wife “What are you going to do in such a hurry?”

“Xiao Jing gave me too much money, so I have to pay it back.” Aunt Chunxia was so anxious that she jumped to her feet, she couldn’t be the selfish ghost who took advantage of others.

“How much more?” Secretary Chen was calmer than his wife, and guessed in almost a second that Jing Ziheng gave more on purpose.

“A big unity.” Aunt Chunxia shook the flowery green l banknotes in her hand.

Really.

Secretary Chen lowered his waist, and lay back on the wicker chair comfortably, and said with a smile, “Don’t go, this is him paying off his debt.”

“Debt?” Aunt Chunxia narrowed her eyes dangerously

: “You loaned money to Xiaojing?”

This old man is hiding private money!

The intuition was wrong, and the desire to survive forced Secretary Chen to sit up straight and waved his hands to explain: “No, no, you misunderstood, Xiaojing is paying our family’s food subsidies for the past two years for his his family’s daughter-in-law.”

She finally understood What he meant, but Aunt Chunxia still disapproved: “Xiaojing, and Mi yatou, these young people just don’t know how to run a household, we gave Mi Yatou food for nothing, so why bother to pay back the money. Are they stupid or not?”

(T/N both Xiao and Yatou are added to the male and female lead names respectively as a term of endearment )

“The couple knows it’s a good thing to repay their kindness, but in your mouth they become fools.”

Secretary Chen shook his head speechlessly, thinking that his old lady was also cute and silly.

He didn’t just give the money.

This was only given after Jing Ziheng’s calculated a reasonable price. If he gave him even an extra penny, Secretary Chen might have come after them faster than Aunt Chunxia.

It would not have been impossible to catch the couple yelling and cursing at Jing Ziheng in the street.

After all, the little old man has a very bad temper.

He can make selfless contributions to the organization and the collective, but he will never take more than a thread from the people.

This is the real high consciousness of the leading cadres.

Ye Mi was very well-behaved today. As soon as she got home, she helped tidy up the sundry room, stored food, cleaned the inside and outside of the house, and rushed to the kitchen to cook.

Even without Jing Ziheng’s urging, she dug out the notebook and wrote her big characters.

Throughout the whole process, Jing Ziheng looked at her with the eyes of a stranger, and couldn’t hold it back. He leaned behind the person and asked in a low voice, “Are you… not feeling well?”

“I didn’t take the wrong medicine.” Ye Mi rolled her eyes at the man’s implication, and then muttered in a low voice, “It is just that I feel sorry for the all the money and effort you contributed today.”

“I’m sorry?”Jing Ziheng smiled.

“I feel distressed.” Ye Mi confessed.

A tall body covered her back, gently pressing her down. A big hand wrapped around her small hand that was holding the pen. Driving the writing stroke by stroke on the clean white paper: husband and wife are harmonious and obedient, and this marriage has been established for a long time, and the music is harmonious and happy forever ” Note 1

(T/N : the words that are said by Jing Ziheng is a quote from the Song dynasty written by Shen Shouxuian)

“We are husband and wife.” Jing Ziheng said.

Therefore, there is no need for them to worry so much about each other.

After waiting for a while, the little girl in his arms did not answer. Jing Ziheng lowered his head in doubt, and saw her holding her small face in one hand, immersed in her beautiful handwriting.

“Is this my handwriting? It’s so beautiful!”

It’s hard to imagine that from under Ye Mi hands, she could actually write such beautiful and decent script.

It’s as neat as if it had been engraved from a book.

“You are thinking too much, your handwriting woulbe be the ugliest in the whole class.”

Teacher Jing mocked mercilessly.

Ye Mi pretended to be curious: “How many people are in the class, who are they?”

She actually has classmates who share her difficulties.

Teacher Jing: “One, only you.”

Classmate Ye: “…”

So it means that her handwriting is so ugly that she can’t even compare to herself?

“You lost your cuteness, huh!”

She got up and pushed Jing Ziheng out, and slammed the door shut, and a word of anger came out from inside: “You cook and wash the dishes tonight!”

She had just started cooking. She had steamed the rice already, but hand not started to stir fry the vegetables yet.

Now it is obvious that the job is left to Mr. Jing who only has an open mouth.

Teacher Jing shook his head, and went to the kitchen resignedly to cook for his little wife.

When he went to Secretary Chen’s house to buy food, Aunt Chunxia stuffed a handful of chopped green onions and eggplants to him. Tonight, he wanted to make fried eggs with chopped green onions, and stewed eggplants with some dried shrimps which was very fresh.

Jing Ziheng’s parents work in Haicheng on the coast, where seafood is cheap, and they always pack some seafood every time they send things.

These dried shrimps were sent from his home when he got married, and they were mixed in the pile of big and small bags, and they were only dug out yesterday.

This food is very delicious, it can be added to soup or porridge, and it can be stored for a long time.

The most important thing is that Yemi loves to eat.