The educated youth was reborn and wanted to disappear, but he was locked into a military marriage.

Bald Qian was also stunned when he saw Lu Mingzheng, and asked unconsciously: "Lu Zhiqing, why are you back?"

When Lu Mingzheng met him, he didn't care much at first. When Zhu Xiaomin pulled him, he sensitively sensed her uneasiness. He nodded and said, "Come back to do some work. Why didn't you go to work?"

At this time, all the members were on the mountain.

Qian Baldy responded vaguely and explained: "The tool is broken. Take it back to the brigade to replace it. We will go back in a while."

Lu Mingzheng glanced at the forest from which he came out, nodded, and without saying anything, he motioned to Zhu Xiaomin to go first. He followed her closely and passed by Qian Baldzi.

Baldy Qian watched the two of them exit the forest one after another and go up the hillside. He stamped his feet bitterly and gritted his teeth: "I don't believe I can't get it." After that, he also walked out of the forest.

It wasn't until he climbed up the slope and could see the gate of the brigade headquarters that Lu Mingzheng took two more steps, side by side with Zhu Xiaomin, and asked in a low voice: "What's going on with Baldy Qian?"

In this forest, there is only one road from the brigade headquarters to the educated youth point, but it does not lead to anywhere else. The appearance of Qian Baldy here will inevitably arouse his suspicion.

"It's just a bastard, what could happen?" Zhu Xiaomin didn't want to tell him what happened in the past few months.

During this period of time, it was not like she had never seen Qian Baldy. Every day when she came to the brigade headquarters to receive tasks, Qian Baldy would dangle in front of her. She turned a blind eye every time, and she never expected that he would appear in Linzi again today.

Lu Mingzheng didn't think much about it, he just told: "You should be more careful with those people in the village. Go back from the brigade headquarters and find someone to accompany you."

"I know." Zhu Xiaomin hurriedly replied. When he saw the entrance of the brigade door, he waved to him and hurried in.

Lu Mingzheng watched her enter, then passed from the other side and went up the northern hillside.

When Zhu Xiaomin returned to her office, she finally felt free from Lu Mingzheng's gaze. She took a long breath, hurriedly unfolded the manuscript in her hand, took a new stack of manuscript paper, and carefully transcribed each word.

Just as she was transcribing a page, scorekeeper Xia Chunhua came over, leaned close to her and asked in a low voice: "Xiaomin, what's going on with that bald man with money?"

Zhu Xiaomin was startled: "What's wrong? What's wrong with Qian Baldy?"

Xia Chunhua curled her lips and said, "You haven't noticed that Baldy Qian has been running to the brigade headquarters recently when he had something to do. When he was having lunch, he came over again and said that the tool was broken and needed to be repaired. I took it to the back and gave him a replacement. When I came back, I saw him poking his head into every room and asking me where I had been."

Zhu Xiaomin's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't ask any more questions. She just said casually, "Maybe it's because I'm not here, so feel free to ask."

Xia Chunhua shook her head: "It's not like you don't know that the tools we give out every day are inspected. How can they break so easily? Uncle Sanhuang came over just now, and I brought the replaced tools to him to repair. He said that the tools It was man-made damage.”

Therefore, Baldy Qian broke his tools today and found an excuse to go back to the brigade. When he saw that he was not there, he changed the tools and did not go back to the mountain directly. Instead, he wandered around in the forest.

Fortunately, Lu Mingzheng is here today, and fortunately she did not stay in the educated youth camp, otherwise...

Zhu Xiaomin didn't dare to think about it anymore, and just said vaguely: "Those leprous boys in the village are always trying new ways to be lazy. It's not like you don't know, and you don't listen to your criticisms. What can you do?"

Xia Chunhua pushed her: "Xiaomin, please be careful. I heard from Aunt Qian that Baldy Qian is interested in you."

He actually said it!

Zhu Xiaomin was not so scared, but more angry, and nodded: "Well, I won't have anything to do with them."

Xia Chunhua came over just to give her a heads up. Seeing that she was busy, she walked away.

Zhu Xiaomin lowered his head to write again, but stopped writing a few words before he stopped again. His mind was thinking about what Xia Chunhua said just now.

In the past few months, she had been in and out either with Xie Chengzhi or with other educated youths. She had never been alone, and the previous incident had never happened again.

Judging from today's events, Baldy Qian still hasn't given up on his idea of ​​hitting her.

As the saying goes, there is a person who can be a thief for a thousand days, but there is no one who can guard against a thief for a thousand days. It seems that it is not the solution for her to always be so defensive.

But, how can we get rid of him completely?

The simplest and crudest way is to lure the person to an uninhabited place, beat him to death with a stone, and then pretend to be attacked by a wild boar or other ferocious beast.

This year, don't do too much of this kind of thing. The village can only shout about it for a few days at most, and it will be over soon.

However, even if murder was not illegal, she asked herself whether she could do it.

At least, I don’t dare to kill anyone with my own hands.

Other than that, is it to find a way to send him away?

But in this era, household registration management is very strict, and random movement of people is prohibited. Where can he be sent?

After thinking about it, he couldn't come up with a perfect solution. Zhu Xiaomin banged her head and could only concentrate on finishing the things in hand first.

A total of two copies of the manuscript were copied, one was given to Lu Mingzheng to take away, and the other was kept in his own hands. If the plan was approved, this copy would be kept at the brigade headquarters as a basis for subsequent specific operations.

After the two manuscripts were transcribed, Zhu Xiaomin sorted out the original materials again. It was time to finish work, and the members entered the yard in small groups, chatting and laughing.

Zhu Xiaomin put away her things and went to help Xia Chunhua.

Speaking of the entire production team, the most leisurely job is the scorekeeper's job.

Assign tasks to the members every morning, then go to the construction site in the morning and afternoon to count heads, and record the work points when you return the tools in the evening.

Just saying that, there are thousands of people in a production team, and it is a big project to write them down one by one every day, so in the morning and evening, Zhu Xiaomin and Huang Xiaojuan will take the initiative to come over to help.

The three people divided the work and cooperated. Huang Xiaojuan helped to recover the tools and check whether they were damaged. Zhu Xiaomin registered beside them, and Xia Chunhua recorded the work points.

While I was busy, I saw a group of educated youths coming back at the gate, chatting and laughing. They were all carrying tools on their shoulders and were covered in dirt, but they were obviously very happy.

Lu Mingzheng was sandwiched between everyone, carrying some firewood on his shoulders, talking to everyone, and came in together.

Zhu Xiaomin's eyes seemed to be burned, and she quickly retracted her head. She lowered her head and pretended to be busy and didn't see it.

But she pretended not to see it, and Lu Mingzheng didn't. He didn't need to wait in line to register his work points. He stood the firewood on his back in the corner, came over by himself, and asked directly: "Zhu Xiaomin, how are the materials?"

In front of so many people, in public, what are you asking?

When did Lu Mingzheng become so open-minded?

Zhu Xiaomin wished she could sew his mouth shut, but she also understood that if she didn't answer, the boy would ask again, so she could only say: "Write...write it down, and I'll give it to you when the scores are finished."