throughout his life, and rarely did any extravagance.Though he held power in his hands, he was never corrupted and never used it for personal gain.Don't even talk about bribing him with money, even i...Ning Yuan heard this and her small round face stiffened a bit: "Dr. Rong, you're joking, aren't you Me and Mr. Li are just ordinary colleagues, I wouldn't trouble him like that, you've overthought it."

Rong Zhaonan looked at Ning Yuan and said faintly, "Is that so"

The little spy definitely has secrets and isn't telling the truth.

Ning Yuan didn't want to be entangled by past emotions anymore.

She wiped her face with a random hand, sweat dripping from it: "Don't talk about that. Doctor Rong, Old Zhibishu promised to get us some used furniture, we have to go to the old classroom warehouse in the village school."

Rong Zhaonan looked at the truck she was pulling, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Alright, let's go."

He wants to see how long this little spy can keep it up.

There, Rong Zhaonan dragged the cart and Ning Yuan together to the old classroom of the village elementary school.

With a head full of questions, Tang Zhenzhen returned to the educated youth point.

Before she even reached the yard, she saw two male youths carrying a man with a bruised face, swollen features, and a bloody bandage around his head back on a stretcher.

"Oh dear, Jianhua, you need to be more careful next time! Don't roll off the riverbank again!"

"That's it, your head is broken and your ribs are cracked. You need to recover, you can't earn work points!"

Two male young intellectuals were criticizing each other relentlessly.

Tang Z Zhen stared in shock and anger at the patient on the stretcher. It wasn't Wang Jianhua, who was it

She told him this morning that she had left the educated youth point and was going to live in the cowshed.

As soon as the cattle were herded down in the morning, no one passed by the cowshed anymore. As long as he went there to ambush Ning Yuan, he could make that bitch a real *****.

Is Wang Jianhua such a loser Even Ning Yuan, with her petite stature, could beat him like this

Wang Jianhua also saw Tang Zhenzhen, Huang Xueming, and Tan Xiaoxia.

He glared at Tang Zhenzhen, then awkwardly turned his head, but he still held onto the wound on his head.

He gritted his teeth in pain: "Ouch, you two, be more careful when you lift me!"

Two male educated youths quickly acted and moved more gently, carrying Wang Jianhua to the male educated youths' house.

Huang Xuehong, seeing this, began to mutter while counting on her fingers: "Wang Jianhua is injured and on sick leave. His daily work points are only 3. We have to work harder to make up for him, otherwise, at the end of the year when we receive our wages based on work points, if his points are short, all of us will be dragged down..."

At the end of the year, the food rations for the youth team were calculated collectively.

Tang Zhenzhen rolled her eyes internally, but on her face was a helpless smile: "Alright, let's go. We still have to pick up some food and take it to him later. After all, he is one of our own."

She needs to ask that idiot Wang Jianhua what the hell happened.

Huang Xuehong shook her head and said with emotion, "Jane Jane, you are truly a kind person."

Three female educated youths entered the room one after another.

As soon as Tang Zhenzhen entered the room, she directed Qin Xiaoxia: "Xiaoxia, you still have some oil tea sent from home, right Bring some, and let's go see Wang Jianhua together."

Qin Xiaoxiao's face turned bad.

She was from Guibai, sent here for re-education. The fried tea her family had sent her, she wouldn't even eat herself.

Huang Xueming's eyes lit up immediately: "Yes, Tan Xiaoxia, you take some out. We're all like-minded people here, don't be stingy like a capitalist. We'll give you scallions, ginger, and garlic!"

Qin Xiaoxia took something out, and they could also share a little.

Qin Xiaoxia was watched by them, so she had to reluctantly take an old cookie tin from her box.

He carefully took out a little bit of fried rice flowers and tung oil tea from inside.

She reluctantly said, "I don't have any meat bone soup. This beaten tea doesn't taste good without meat bone soup."

Tang Zhenzhen smiled generously and said, "I have brown sugar in my box. I'll take some brown sugar to make oil tea and stir-fried rice."

Huang Xuehong immediately went to help Tang Zhenzhen drag out the box, "Tang Zhenzhen is still so generous."

Kaitang Zhenzhen immediately sensed something was wrong as soon as she opened the box.

Her cookie jar has been raided.

She opened it and saw that besides the five dollars, which hadn't been touched, the whole package of cookies and candy was gone!

“My white rabbit candy and green longevity biscuits!!” Tang Zhenzhen's eyes went black.

Both the Evergreen Butter Onion Crisp and the Big White Rabbit Milk Candy are high-end, in-demand items in Shanghai. People from other provinces need to get tickets to buy them, and even those with money and tickets from rural areas can't get their hands on them.

"It must have been Ning Yuan who stole my things!" Tang Zhenzhen's face was twisted in anger.

She was so reluctant to eat that pack of cookies that she only ate one piece a week after getting it!

That shameless little slut not only flirts with people she's interested in, but also steals from her!

Huang Xuehong also frowned, his anger palpable: "She truly fell into corruption the moment she got close to that reformed criminal! Now she's become a thief!"

Qin Xiaoxiao was just forced to take something out. Now she muttered in a low voice, "Those cookies and candy must be from Ningyuan's family"

But where would she dare to speak up

Huang Xuehong, filled with righteous indignation, said: "Zhenzhen, let's go to the village committee and report her! Thieves should be publicly shamed!"

Just after a sports event, in the countryside, catching thieves still involves a customary practice of parading them through the streets for public display. Young intellectuals who have been sent down to the countryside are even required to record this information.

Tang Yanjan gritted her teeth and got up: "I heard that Deputy Secretary Li is here, let's go find him to be the judge!"

She will absolutely not let Ningyuan go. Today, she is going to force Li Yan to handle Ningyuan with his own hands.

......

Ning Yuan and Rong Zhaonan rummaged through the afternoon, finally dragging a cart full of "junk" from the old storage room at the village primary school back to their small hut in the cow shed.

She held a large stack of old newspapers and watched Rong Zhaonan effortlessly dragging a cart full of broken furniture – a rickety cabinet, a wobbly table, and a cracked stool – past her.

"Wow, that's so strong..." Ning Yuan muttered softly.

This man looked thin and tall, like a weak scholar who couldn't even eat enough. Yet, he had so much strength.

Rong Zhaonan pushed the handcart to the front of the house and pressed his black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose: “Now we have to get things into the house”

Ning Yuan shook her head. "Let's patch the paper and repair the roof first. We need to dismantle these pieces of furniture and fix them up before we can use them. The room is too small, there's no space to move around."

Rong Zhaonan watched Ning Yuan carry the newspaper into the room, and then came out, pretending to flip through the repair tools borrowed from the village committee.

He narrowed his eyes. “Can you fix it”

Ning Yuan rolled up her sleeves and nodded. "I have some, I'll fix it later."

Rong Zhaonan: "You're pretty bold..."

He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly raised his eyes sharply towards the path leading to the cattle shed, a cold glint of alertness flashing in his eyes: "Someone's coming."

Ning Yuan just happened to see the cold and sharp aura emanating from him, and unconsciously took a deep breath.

But the next moment, Rong Zhaonan lowered his head and stood behind her, instantly becoming that silent, unassuming weak scholar again.

Ning Yuan almost suspected she was having a hallucination. Before she could react, she heard footsteps.

She looked toward the end of the path.

Indeed, Tang Zhenzhen, Li Yan, Huang Xuehong, Qin Xiaoxia, and even some of the red-arm band members I saw at noon, as well as some villagers who came to watch the commotion, also followed.

Ning Yuan's pretty eyebrows furrowed: "Actually came together"

Li Yan actually mixed with Tang Zhenzhen and her group of people.

Huang Xuehong has always been Tang Zhenzhen's loyal supporter. Seeing the furniture on the cart beside Ning Yuan from afar, she blurted out —

"See, I told you she was a thief! Not only did she steal our educated youth's belongings, but Ning Yuan even stole things from the team, like the desk and chair in the office, didn't she"

Li Yan said nothing, only walked closer and looked at the things in the car.

Although they are all bad, they are indeed office furniture.

Seeing the red armband and the villagers' reaction, everyone started whispering amongst themselves.

Tang Zhenzhen looked at all those things, a sneer in her heart. What a thief!

She gave a helpless expression: "Oh, Ningyuan, why did you start stealing the team's public property with bad people You're going to be imprisoned."

Ning Yuan looked at them with bewilderment: "What are you talking about These things are just old office furniture I borrowed from the team. Lao Zhiboshou even wrote it down in black and white, and I promised to fix them up and return them!"

Some villagers who came to watch the commotion also spoke up: “This morning, we did indeed see Lai, the village accountant, going to the village primary school warehouse with Ning Yuan.”

Li Yan immediately felt relieved and looked at Tang Zhenzhen: "I told you, Ning Yuan isn't like that."

Tang ZanZan choked and said with a wronged face, "I heard Xuehong say that, so I misunderstood."

Huang Xuedong met Li Yan's gaze, his dark and plump face flushed red. He instinctively scolded Ning Yuan: "That...that wasn't because you stole Zhenzhen's money and things, we would have misunderstood you!"

Ning Yuan suddenly snatched the big water bucket from beside her. She dipped it in the foul manure water and splashed it directly onto Huang Xuehong's black, fat face.

That's Rong Zhaonan's unsanitized brush water from this morning.ng to flip through the repair tools borrowed from the village committee.He narrowed his eyes. “Can you fix it”Ning Yuan rolled up her sleeves and nodded. "I have some, I'll fix it later."Rong Zhaonan:...