nashuaworldcup Chapter 433 The Village Woman Who Raises Others' Children 9
Chapter 433 The Village Woman Who Raises Others' Children 9
Meetings, meetings, another big meeting.
Unlike the last intense denunciation meeting, this time the villagers looked at the sky and the ground, but not at the brigade leader.
"Ahem!" The captain cleared his throat. "This meeting is to discuss the follow-up handling of Qin Yu and Jiang Zhizhi."
"Qin Yu's eyes are ruined, and Jiang Zhizhi's face is disfigured. The brigade headquarters is currently covering the medical expenses..."
"Whoever did this, step forward!"
Villagers...
The villagers remained silent; some were fidgeting with the hem of their clothes, while others watched the ants moving their nests on the ground.
The cicadas chirping in the old locust tree were annoying.
"If you ask me..." Old Wang tapped his pipe on the sole of his shoe, "Both kids have suffered, this matter..."
"They should bear the medical expenses themselves!" Accountant Li suddenly interrupted. "Qin Yu and Jiang Zhizhi did such a shameful thing; they only have themselves to blame!"
A sobbing sound came from the corner.
The village secretary's wife slumped down beside the millstone, tears streaming down her wrinkled face: "Our Zhizhi is so young, and her face is ruined. How will she live in the future..."
"How should we spend it? Let's spend it with Qin Yu."
"Yes! One's blind in one eye, and the other has a facial injury—they're a perfect match!"
"That's right, they've both been working in the cornfield anyway."
The scorekeeper, Sister Liu, suddenly stood up: "Captain, this has nothing to do with us. Their medical expenses cannot be paid from the collective account."
"In that case, won't the year-end bonus be less? They deserve it for having an affair."
The crowd suddenly became commotion.
Several strong laborers exchanged glances, and Er Lengzi kicked over a stool: "Why should we use our hard-earned money to fill the hole?"
"Either the person who injured them pays, or they pay themselves; in any case, it can't be paid from the public funds."
The money in the account belongs to everyone, why should it be given to those two indecent people? They wouldn't be happy about that.
The Party Secretary sat there, his face growing increasingly grim. He slammed the enamel mug he was holding onto the bench, causing half a mug of tea to spill out.
Normally, the villagers might have given him some face.
But now, his daughter has made a mistake, and it's the collective money that's being spent, so no one else will tolerate it.
Accountant Li raised his voice sarcastically, glancing sideways at the Party Secretary, "What, your daughter made a mistake, and you want the whole village to cover for her?"
The Party Secretary's hand, gripping the enamel mug, was bulging with veins and his knuckles were white, but he couldn't utter a single word.
His daughter did indeed break a taboo and was caught red-handed. Now the whole village is watching him. If he shows favoritism, he might lose his position as village secretary.
"Exactly! Why should we?"
Er Lengzi kicked the stool again, this time breaking it apart, with wooden strips clattering and crashing to the ground.
His mother slapped him on the back of the head.
"You good-for-nothing! Just talk, why are you kicking the stool? Are you trying to die?"
"Secretary, you usually manage us very strictly, so why do you pretend to be mute when it comes to your own daughter?" Liu, the scorekeeper, said with her hands on her hips, her voice so loud it could shake the cicadas in the trees.
The buzzing murmurs in the crowd grew louder and louder, with some even starting to dredge up old grievances—
"Last year, my pig ran out and ate a few cabbages, and you fined me a day's work points!"
"The year before last, my son stole fish from the pond, and you made him stand in the scorching sun all afternoon!"
"Now that your daughter is playing in the cornfield with educated youth, you're not saying anything?"
The Party Secretary's face turned pale and then flushed, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
He suddenly stood up, and the enamel mug crashed to the ground with a loud bang, splashing tea everywhere.
"Fine! I'll pay for the medical expenses!" he said through gritted teeth, his voice sounding like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.
"But you all remember this—if anyone spreads this matter again, don't blame me for turning my back on you!"
The crowd fell silent immediately.
Everyone knows that although the Party Secretary is currently in a difficult position, he has connections in the commune. If you really push him too far, he might make things difficult for someone in the future.
But just then, a cold laugh came from the back of the crowd—
Er Lengzi stood up again.
"What, you think your daughter's affair with Qin Zhiqing is over? Don't you owe everyone an explanation?"
Er Lengzi was stubborn; his mother tugged at his clothes a few times, but couldn't hold him back.
The Party Secretary glanced at everyone and said only, "I will arrange a wedding for them."
Then he turned around and left.
After discussing it for a while, the group finally concluded that since Qin Yu was Secretary Jiang's son-in-law, he had to pay for the medical expenses as well.
Everyone laughed then, since it had nothing to do with them anyway.
Qin Yu and Jiang Zhizhi stayed in the hospital for a few days, got some medicine for their injuries, and then returned to the village.
We're all people who toil in the fields for a living; we're not so precious that we can stay here for long.
Qin Yu, in particular, not only didn't have a single penny, but also owed Qingmo money.
The Party Secretary looked at him with utter disdain, as if he were a complete monster.
Jiang family.
Jiang Zhizhi locked herself in her room and looked at herself in the mirror again and again.
Her entire face is now wrapped in gauze, and to be honest, you can't see anything, but she's still not reconciled.
Judging by her looks, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she's the prettiest girl in the village; otherwise, Qin Yu wouldn't have taken a liking to her. But now...
Her mother sat on the doorstep and cried, "What a tragedy...such a good girl..."
"Why are you crying?" The eldest daughter-in-law suddenly grabbed a gourd ladle and smashed it into the water.
With a loud bang, the chickens in the yard were startled and flew away.
"This shameless bastard has the nerve to hide in his room and not come out! I spit on him!"
"Mother, if you ask me, isn't it all because you spoiled my sister-in-law like this?"
“Her older brother has only been dead for a few days, and she’s already sleeping with some random guy. She’s shameless. It’s a shame that my man used to treat her so well.”
The eldest son's wife started cursing at the top of her lungs. At this point, she wasn't afraid of losing face anymore, since the whole family had already lost all face.
What is she afraid of? Her husband is dead, and this has only been a short time. Where can she go to seek justice?
The Party Secretary was squatting under the eaves, puffing on his pipe, when he suddenly stood up and kicked over the chicken feed trough: "We're having a banquet in a few days."
Actually, according to the Party Secretary's idea, the two of them could just quietly get a marriage certificate.
But this is the countryside, and the villagers don't care whether you have a marriage certificate or not. As long as you haven't held a wedding banquet, in their eyes you're not considered a couple.
On the contrary, as long as the wedding banquet is held, it doesn't matter whether you have a marriage certificate or not, then you are considered husband and wife.
The Party Secretary is determined to make Qin Yu take responsibility now that his daughter is in this state.
A marriage certificate is a must, just in case Qin Yu packs his bags and goes back to the city one day.
He knew, of course, that Qin Yu was not someone he could rely on.
Otherwise, how could they have come up with the idea of having the Meng family's daughter raise the child?
But it's no use saying anything now; I can only blame my daughter for being so disappointing.
That's a joke too.
The eldest son had only been dead for a short time, and now this youngest daughter was getting married. Everyone in the village was waiting to see what would happen.
Both Qin Yu and his companion had bandages wrapped around their faces, but this didn't affect their daily activities; they still had to go through the required procedures.
The wedding date was set in a hurry, and the matter is not honorable; a grand celebration is definitely out of the question.
After hastily setting up two tables, Qin Yu packed his small bundle and moved into the Jiang family's house.
What else can we do?!
The village secretary's family paid for all the medical expenses; he was just a son-in-law.