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Yu Songyu had always been sweet-tongued and was not socially anxious, so striking up a conversation here was no challenge for her at all.
Who is it?
The door swung open, revealing a man with a pipe in his mouth, dressed in a gray-brown cotton coat. He looked to be in his forties, but compared to modern people, he appeared much older.
"Village Head Uncle, it's me, Yu Songyu! We met last time!"
Yu Songyu stepped forward to introduce herself.
"Oh, it's Yu Zhiqing! Come in and talk!"
The village head remembered her; among this batch of Zhiqing, she was the prettiest girl.
Following the village head inside, Yu Songyu noticed that the layout of the house was quite similar to Aunt Wang's. However, the furnishings were much better, especially the sizable radio sitting on the table.
Seeing Yu Songyu enter, the Village Head's Wife quickly ushered her into the inner room and poured her a cup of hot water.
"Thank you, Aunt Wang!"
Yu Songyu politely expressed her gratitude.
"Yu Zhiqing, are you getting used to living here?"
The village head extinguished his pipe and tapped it against his shoe sole.
"Village Head Uncle, I'm getting used to it! I can leave the Youth Commune to stay at Aunt Wang's house; I have to thank you for your help!"
Yu Songyu took out a pair of gloves and knee pads she had prepared earlier from her bag and handed them over.
"Village Head Uncle, these gloves and knee pads will keep you warm. I brought two pairs for you and Aunt Wang!"
She began to ingratiate herself.
"What are you doing? I just said a few words; I didn't help much. You should keep such nice things for yourself!"
"Please accept them. It may just be a few words for you, but for me as a new Zhiqing, you've really helped me out. If you don't take them, I won't feel at ease!"
As she spoke, Yu Songyu pushed the items toward the village head.
"Don't refuse them; it's nothing. I'll take my leave now!"
After saying that, Yu Songyu jumped off the bed and dashed out of the door in an instant.
She knew that if she asked the village chief for help with demarcating her homestead now, it would be too hasty. Some things still needed to be done step by step.
"Hey, Yu Zhiqing, where have you been these past couple of days?"
Just as she left the village chief's house, she ran into a woman from the village.
"I went to visit relatives," she replied.
"Then what were you doing at the village chief's house?"
The woman, who looked to be in her forties and wore a bright green headscarf, regarded Yu Songyu with a curious expression. If she could get her hands on some insider information, she would become the center of attention among the village women that afternoon.
Yu Songyu smiled at her but did not respond, continuing on her way.
Were they familiar with each other? Did she really not know these women? They could twist any story; black could easily become white and vice versa. As long as you opened your mouth, they would weave whatever tale they liked. By tomorrow, who knew how many versions of the story they would concoct?
These people were purely idle; how many good girls had suffered from their gossip, unjustly branded with baseless accusations, unable to hold their heads high in the village for a lifetime? Let alone marrying into a good family!
Sigh, the fear of public opinion is truly daunting!
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