She Had Never Lost a Fight!

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When it came to fighting, she had never lost!

The older educated youths naturally had time to grind the corn kernels into cornmeal.

They had worked all day, and porridge alone definitely would not fill them up, so they also had to make corn cakes.

Lin Yuzhu and the others still had some rations. They only needed to cook some porridge and have something hot, so they did not ask to borrow cornmeal. Each of them took out their own portion and added it to the pot.

The village was not strictly managed. Every household had a small vegetable plot, which did not count as private farmland, and no one would report them for it. After all, who did not eat vegetables?

These vegetables were not part of the assigned quotas. People wearing red armbands could come down and interfere, but few people dared to.

A few years ago, a group from town had come to the village demanding that the villagers remove the vegetables from their yards. It sparked public outrage, and the villagers beat them out of the village. After that, no one dared to touch that sore spot again.

The villagers were terrifying when united. Even the commune leaders turned a blind eye. In the village, green vegetables were the cheapest thing around. The educated youths had also planted a vegetable patch behind their house, so getting vegetables in the summer was fairly convenient.

They stir-fried a plate of chives and celery, smashed a cucumber, and made nothing else.

At the dinner table, Wang Xiaomei said directly, "We grew all these vegetables. You newcomers can take responsibility for tending the vegetable plot from now on. You can't just enjoy what's already there for free, can you?"

There was nothing unreasonable about that, aside from Wang Xiaomei's harsh tone. Lin Yuzhu and the others had no objections.

Wang Xiaomei's expression, as though they were complete idiots, was rather unpleasant.

Lin Yuzhu barely touched her chopsticks. She bit into the dry, hard flatbread and drank porridge with it. She was hungry and exhausted, desperate to finish eating and climb onto the kang to rest. Yet for some reason, He Yuanfang suddenly picked up a chopstickful of chives and dropped them into her porridge.

What the hell!

Lin Yuzhu felt as though thunder had exploded in her head. She almost cursed out loud, even forgetting to chew the bread in her mouth. What was going on?

Hadn't people in this era agreed to be reserved?

Weren't boys in this era supposed to be too shy to say more than a couple of words to female comrades?

It was not that Lin Yuzhu was narcissistic. This body was indeed quite attractive. In the terms of this era, she was fair-skinned, with big watery eyes, an oval face, and cherry lips. No matter how one looked at her, she was a pretty young woman. She just looked a little delicate, with a young face that made her seem easy to bully.

Mother Lin merely disliked the original owner's personality. She had never deprived her daughter of food, and had raised her into quite a lovely girl.

Lin Yuzhu had not expected to stir someone's lust the moment she arrived. Her expression gradually turned angry.

In an era like this, when they were neither relatives nor friends, what gave him the right to serve her food?

Lin Yuzhu raised her head and stared at him with eyes as sharp as knives.

He Yuanfang was the sort with intentions but no courage. When he met Lin Yuzhu's gaze, his eyes clearly became flustered.

With his honest and simple-looking face, he stammered, "Uh, uh... I-I saw you weren't eating much, uh, so I thought I'd add some vegetables to your bowl."

Anyone watching would have thought he meant well.

Meanwhile, Li Xiangwan and Zhang Yanqiu inexplicably grew tense.

They had only just arrived in the countryside and had already encountered someone so lacking in manners. Naturally, they began to have their suspicions.

Li Xiangbei merely frowned at He Yuanfang, with no intention of stepping in.

Wang Xiaomei, however, laughed. "Hehe, oh my, He Yuanfang, has your heart started fluttering?"

Lin Yuzhu could not take it anymore. She slammed her chopsticks onto the table with a smack, startling everyone at the table.

Wang Xiaomei and He Yuanfang visibly looked even guiltier.

"I have hands. Who the hell needs you to serve me food?"

Her words made He Yuanfang flush red. He did not dare say another word, and his gaze began darting away.

"Huang Xiaomei, you know about Hooliganism, right?"

"Let me give you some advice. It is not only actions that can be judged as Hooliganism. Flippant remarks can count too. You'd better think before you speak. Spreading baseless rumors like this is also a kind of hooligan behavior."

"I don't want anyone outside this room to know about what happened today. Otherwise, watch out. I'll report you to the commune for spreading rumors, behaving improperly, and having an utterly filthy mind. People like you should be sent to a farm for labor reeducation."

Wang Xiaomei's face instantly turned pale as she stared at Lin Yuzhu in shock.

After living in the countryside for so long, she had gradually forgotten.

Now Wang Xiaomei felt a lingering fear. She had completely forgotten.

Trouble came from the mouth. I didn't even say anything. Her earlier air of superiority was gone.

Before Wang Xiaomei could offer any explanation, Lin Yuzhu stood up and went back to the room.

This was not the Lin Family. Why should she put up with anyone else?

Without that old tiger from the Lin Family keeping her down, there was no way she would keep pretending to be a sickly kitten.

She had never lost a fight. Regardless of what He Yuanfang was thinking, she could not be bothered to analyze it. She had never considered finding a partner during her years in the countryside.

Though the day she could return to the city was still far away, she was not without hope. There was no need to throw herself into an uncertain relationship, especially with someone of such poor character.

As for Wang Xiaomei, Lin Yuzhu could more or less see through her. She wanted to control the newly arrived educated youths and become their leader.

How could Lin Yuzhu possibly act weak and easy to bully now? Otherwise, would Wang Xiaomei not keep bullying her in the future?

Not to mention anything else, if Wang Xiaomei kept ordering her around to do chores, would she not eventually become her little servant?

Heh. They were all educated youths sent to the countryside. Who was more noble than whom? Everyone lived off their own abilities. There was no way Wang Xiaomei would become her boss.

Wang Xiaomei had been thoroughly frightened and did not dare enter the room for a long while.

After Li Xiangwan and Zhang Yanqiu finished eating, they came in. Zhang Yanqiu said with a smile, "Wang Yang is pretty decent. He poured your leftover porridge for He Yuanfang and said He Yuanfang would return your grain tomorrow. Luckily, you finished your flatbread, or it would've been such a waste to leave it there. I washed your bowl for you."

Looking at He Yuanfang's face had truly ruined Lin Yuzhu's appetite. She had been thinking of waiting until everyone finished before going back out to continue eating.

Hearing Zhang Yanqiu's words saved her the trouble. That flatbread had already made her nearly full. She smiled and thanked Zhang Yanqiu.

Zhang Yanqiu shook her head, her manner quite friendly.

Zhang Yanqiu had originally thought she and Li Xiangwan might become friends. Since both of them now intended to befriend Lin Yuzhu, Lin Yuzhu naturally became much friendlier toward them.

Li Xiangwan said leisurely, "From now on, whenever we go to the toilet at night, let's go together. You never know what people are really like, so it's better to be careful. We shouldn't let ourselves suffer."

Lin Yuzhu and Zhang Yanqiu both nodded in agreement.

How annoying. Why did they have to run into people like that?

Lin Yuzhu had not even gotten truly angry, but Zhang Yanqiu was already fed up. Ever since getting on the train, not a moment had gone smoothly. She had begun to feel vaguely uneasy about life in the countryside.

When Li Xiangwan had gathered supplies, she had feared the arrival of the apocalypse. She had prepared quite a few watermelon-cutting knives, as well as pepper spray.

To put it bluntly, if something happened, she was capable of killing someone and hiding the body. But if she could avoid trouble, she naturally did not want to provoke it. After being irritated for a while, she stopped dwelling on the matter.

Lin Yuzhu, meanwhile, thought that she needed to get a knife for her space when she had the chance. If anything really happened, injuring someone could be called self-defense. If she killed someone, then she would just have to destroy the evidence. In any case, no one should provoke her.

She knew that in this era, some men were despicable. They thought that once they ruined a woman's chastity, she would obediently follow them, letting them beat or scold her as they pleased.

Not only in this era—even decades later, there would still be women with backward thinking who held such beliefs. But Lin Yuzhu was absolutely not someone who would swallow humiliation and compromise. She would rather shatter like jade than live while wronging herself.

Back in his room, He Yuanfang broke out in a cold sweat. He had never imagined that the little girl who looked so small and easy to bully could be so formidable.

An educated-youth fellow villager who had come with him often showed concern for the village chief's daughter. He won the girl's heart, married her, and even obtained a Worker-Peasant-Soldier University placement.

That man had good luck. He returned directly to the city to attend university, and naturally would not have to scratch out a living from the fields like them in the future. Even if he came back, he would no longer have a rural household registration.

With no end in sight for returning to the city, He Yuanfang had stopped hoping for it. He only wanted to find someone to live with. He was not young anymore, and his parents were focused on his younger brothers. At his age, what good woman could he still marry if he returned to the city?

He did not really want to marry a village girl either, feeling they were not worthy of him.

The moment he saw Lin Yuzhu today, his heart had begun to itch. He knew that in terms of looks, he could not compare to the other two male educated youths, and his family background was even less impressive than Wang Yang's. So he figured he should make the first move before the other two did. If he cared for her meticulously, then over time she would naturally come to like him.

And if she did not like him, that was fine too. Once gossip started spreading about her, she would have no choice but to marry him.

He had simply never expected Lin Yuzhu to have such a fiery temper. Someone who looked so honest was not honest at all. His ideals were plump, but reality was painfully thin.

That day, the village chief gave the newly arrived educated youths a day off so they could rest. After riding the train for several days and nights, they were exhausted. Once they finished eating, they all wanted nothing more than to return to their rooms and sleep.

By the time the three girls, Lin Yuzhu and the others, had each filled a basin with water to wash up, Wang Xiaomei and Zhao Xianglan returned to the room.

Seeing the three of them washing up, Wang Xiaomei muttered, "Tch, acting all fancy when you're poor!"

Zhang Yanqiu looked down on her somewhat, but since they had only just arrived, she held back and did not retort.

Lin Yuzhu could not be bothered with her. They had sat on the train for so long; how could they climb onto the kang to sleep without washing first?

Li Xiangwan acted as though she had not heard anything and continued doing what she was doing.

They had brought only one basin each.

At this time, basins required industrial coupons. It was already good enough that their families had sent them with one; how could they bring two?

Less particular families sometimes had an entire household use one basin for both washing faces and feet, and there were quite a few families like that.

The families of Lin Yuzhu and the other two were not poor to that extent. Their washbasins and foot-washing basins were separate at home, but each of them had only brought one basin, making things a little awkward now.

Zhao Xianglan seemed to notice their embarrassment. Smiling, she pointed to the wooden bucket beneath the table by the door. "That's a wooden basin made by the villagers. We use it to wash our feet."

The three of them thanked her, all forming a rather favorable impression of Zhao Xianglan.

Once they had spread out their bedding and truly lay down on the kang, Lin Yuzhu let out a long, comfortable breath. It felt as though she had finally landed on solid ground. She still felt a little swaying, but it was much better than right after getting off the train.