"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhang Fang feigned a smack with the sole of her shoe, "How could you say such things? Little Yama is honorable, how can you slander him like that?"
"Am I slandering? Who’s the one that said they love their brother in a suit the most?" Xu Laidi deliberately spoke in a coquettish tone, managing to make even Zhang Fang, who usually had a thicker skin than a city wall, blush and unable to lift her head.
Whenever she thought of Little Yama, her whole body went soft, bashful as if she was an eighteen-year-old girl.
"I advise you to give it up." Xu Laidi sneered inwardly. Although she got along well with her, she had no fondness for the likes of Widow Zhang, who was lecherous to the bone.
"You’re far from Sheng Ning’s league; Little Yama wouldn’t fancy you even if he took a liking to me."
"Aiyo..." Zhang Fang said suggestively, "Don’t tell me you have your sights set on him too?"
"So what if I do? Little Yama and Sheng Ning are engaged, and today their families even met up!" This morning, she happened to see the Sheng Family and Xu Xianxiong leaving the village, and she knew at a glance they were going to discuss the wedding arrangements.
"Hmph! How does that little slut Sheng Ning get so lucky?" Zhang Fang couldn’t stand it, the jealousy making her face even more spiteful.
"A car! There’s a car!" Xu Laidi, with her sharp eyes, spotted a black sedan approaching from a distance and stood up curiously.
In the rural China of the ’80s, it wasn’t uncommon for someone to have never seen a car in their entire life.
The last time Qi Lei brought a tractor to the village, everyone was awestruck. This car was simply too prestigious; if she could get a ride in it, she could boast about it wherever she went, and it would be a matter of great pride.
"Really?" Zhang Fang’s eyes were immediately drawn to the car.
The black sedan stopped in front of the two, and a young comrade got out from the passenger seat. The young comrade deftly moved around to the rear car door and opened it.
Zhang Fang and Xu Laidi, mouths agape, watched with a mix of nervousness and anticipation as the first thing to emerge from the back seat was a pair of shiny black leather shoes.
These shoes looked expensive, even nicer than those worn by people in the county town.
Before they could react, the car’s passenger quickly got out.
Dressed in new clothes and wearing a black cashmere overcoat, the man looked mature, elegant, and suave—making all the men in the ten miles and eight villages seem like nothing but cow dung.
"Gulp..." Zhang Fang swallowed.
Su Yun stepped out from the car; she wasn’t wearing her unit’s uniform, but instead a pink, latest-model cashmere coat with a white fox fur collar that made her look opulent and dignified.
Clearly different from the drab villagers.
"Do you have any business in our village? My elder brother is the village chief," Xu Laidi offered her services eagerly.
"Is the old Village Chief Xu still around?" Su Yun had received a lot of care from the old village chief when she was a sent-down youth, and this time she had brought plenty of nutritional goods with her.
Sugar, soy milk powder, canned cookies, all were there.
"He’s here, he’s here, he’s my grandfather!" Xu Laidi was overjoyed. She had not expected that rich folks would be looking for her grandfather.
"Cough, cough..." Su Hai coughed lightly and gave Su Yun a cold stare.
Even at such a time, she still had the mood to inquire about some old village chief? Was this really his sister?
"Right, I want to find Qin Youde," Su Yun quickly corrected herself.
Qin Youde was Qin Youmin’s brother. With Youmin having been gone for so many years, certainly no one would remember him, but finding Qin Youde would definitely lead to finding his daughter.
"Who is Qin Youde?" Xu Laidi was completely confused.
Zhang Fang, itching with curiosity at what was happening, suddenly elbowed Xu Laidi aside and moved closer to Su Hai.