The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

Ma Xiaoping was praised by Teacher Rong Ling, and her heart was as sweet as honey.

Back in the village, the smile on her face still did not let go.

"Auntie came back from sending the child to school?" The villagers who were digging in the fields greeted her.

"That's not it..." Ma Xiaoping raised her voice loudly, "Tuition fees cost me a fortune, and it's not enough for the family to raise two more pigs."

Ma Xiaoping said this, but the farmers understood her thoughts: "It's not because your family's Tweety is willing to study, and other people's children are unwilling to study, and the money can't be spent even if you want to spend it."

"Then you have to save money." Ma Xiaoping said, "Today, this girl's teacher also said that with her current grades, she will definitely be admitted to the county's No. [-] Middle School, and then it will be another expense."

The lady who was hoeing put down her hoe and wiped her sweat: "Why, you still want to send her to high school?"

"Give it away if you can afford it. Not everyone has said that no matter how poor you are, you can't be poor in education. We have to give it away even if we sell everything."

But the aunt shook her head: "I heard people say that it takes two years to study in high school, and four to five years in college, which adds up to six or seven years. It's better to take the entrance examination as a normal student in a technical secondary school, and you can be assigned a job after two years of study. What's wrong?"

It's not that Ma Xiaoping didn't think about this, it's just that Rong Ling said that she wants to pass the university entrance examination, and of course she was also happy: "It depends on what the child thinks..."

The aunt pursed her lips: "We parents who don't owe our children anything, it would be great if we could send her to study, and let her do everything else? After two years, other people's homes will have grandchildren, right? Yours Tweety is still a big girl, a girl, what's the use of reading so many books? It's better to get married early."

Although Ma Xiaoping's words were harsh, she couldn't help but shake her mind.

Technical secondary school normal students only need to study for two years, and then they can be assigned to teach at the school, and then find a well-matched family to marry. Isn't it good to live a stable life?

Rong Ling was still happily receiving the new textbooks for this semester at school, completely unaware that someone in our camp had betrayed.

When she went home on the weekend, Ma Xiaoping discussed with Rong Ling about letting her go to a technical secondary school.

When Rong Ling heard this, the taste of the food in her mouth suddenly lost, she put down her chopsticks: "Mom, didn't we make an agreement? When I am admitted to university and find a job in the city..."

"It's so easy for you to take the university exam? You can find a job in the city?" Ma Xiaoping glared at her, "I'm doing this for your own good. Our family doesn't want to be rich and rich. The truth is that it's ordinary."

"I'm not going to do it!" Rong Ling always took the soft rather than the hard, her face was pulled down, "Whatever you say, I want to go to university anyway."

Ma Xiaoping's temperament is just like a firecracker: "I owe you, right? It's almost enough for you to go to technical secondary school, and you still need to pay for your college? At that time, the tuition fees of your two younger sisters, and your younger brother's marriage Where does my son's money come from?"

After all, it was still a matter of money, Rong Ling said without hesitation, "I can earn money myself, I don't need your money for studying."

Ma Xiaoping only took her angry words: "Earn, what do you use to earn? Just like your parents and I, earning two hard-earned money with your face on the loess and your back to the sky? What's wrong with coming out of technical secondary school..."

Her voice was so loud that she almost sprayed saliva on Rong Ling's face.

Rong Ling couldn't bear it anymore, he stomped his feet and stood up from the stool: "Anyway, I just don't go to technical secondary school, if you want to go to school, you should go to school."

After finishing speaking, she walked out the door without looking back, and no matter how Ma Xiaoping yelled, she didn't respond.

The noon sun was shining on his face, the dry weeds in the field were rustling by the east wind, Ma Xiaoping's voice echoed thunderously from the other side of the mountain, Rong Ling pretended not to hear it, and walked straight on the field path .

She didn't know where she was going, anyway, she didn't want to go back to that home for the time being.

The spring breeze was about to blow, making Rong Ling Yuanyuan's nose a little red, she sucked the sour nose tip, and her eye sockets began to swell.

Rong Ling didn't feel wronged for himself, but felt sorry for the original body in this world.

She at least has a system to help her open it, knowing that this is not her own world, but how confused and helpless will the original body be when encountering these things?

But Rongling couldn't even blame Ma Xiaoping, after all, compared with her parents with the same conditions in this era, she was already doing a good job.

Rong Ling walked all the way forward, crossed a mountain depression, and came to the edge of the reservoir.

A stone mill that someone didn't want by the reservoir was thrown on the embankment. Rong Ling blew the ashes on the roller, and sat on it in a daze.

Along the bank, there were also women knocking on laundry with a mallet. Amidst the echoing sound, water ripples swayed in circles. Rong Ling watched absentmindedly, silently in a daze.

Until a deep voice woke her up: "Did you quarrel with your mother?"

Rong Ling turned around and saw that it was Wei Yijia.

Thinking that Ma Xiaoping's angry curses when she slammed the door out, the whole village must have heard it, Rong Ling couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

She wiped her eyes: "Well..."

The girl's eyes were red, and she seemed to have cried. Feng Xihui knew what happened, but pretended not to know and asked, "What's wrong? Can you tell me?"

Rong Ling sat aside to make room for Wei Yijia, and then told the reason for the quarrel between himself and Ma Xiaoping just like pouring beans.

Wei Yijia listened intently without saying a word.

After Rong Ling finished speaking, she was a little worried. Would she also feel that she was ignorant?

Unexpectedly, Wei Yijia just asked her, "Are you hungry?"

Only then did Rong Ling remember that she ran out the door without eating a few bites, and now she was feeling hungry, so she pursed her lips and did not speak.

Wei Yijia couldn't help laughing, she stood up: "Go back to my house for dinner first, after dinner, I will ask grandma to come to persuade your mother."

Rong Ling obeyed her words, and only after jumping off the stone roller did he remember to ask, "Sister Wei, why are you here by chance?"

"I'm here to herd the cows." Feng Xihui lied without batting an eye.

There is a slope under the embankment of the reservoir. It is February, and the pear trees planted on the slope are in full bloom, and the white petals are as clean as snow. Under a tree, there is really an old yellow cow tied down and grazing.

Rong Ling and Wei Yijia took the cattle home together, only to find that three steps had been piled up between the threshold and the yard at some point.

It seems that Wei Yijia still remembers what he said last time, Rong Ling heaved a sigh of relief, hoping that the third grandma would not fall down and die because the stairs were too high like in the original world.

The third grandma had already had her meal and was resting. Wei Yijia led Rong Ling to the kitchen, where sour radish and old duck soup was simmering in an iron pot on the stove.

She scooped up a bowl for Rong Ling first: "Drink some soup to rest your stomach."

There were still a few red goji berries floating on the clear soup. Rong Ling took a sip from the big sea bowl. The sourness of the radish perfectly neutralized the fatness of the duck meat. It was fragrant but not greasy. The man moved his index finger.

After a warm bowl of soup, Rong Ling put all his troubles behind him.

After she had finished the soup, Wei Yijia served the rice.

"Don't eat too much." Rong Ling, who was already a little full, raised his head eagerly and told him.

According to her instructions, Wei Yijia only served Rong Ling half a bowl of pumpkin rice. After eating, she used a spatula to scoop out a palm-sized crispy rice for Rong Ling.

The pumpkins in the pot are piled in the corner of the wall and have been exposed to the sun for a whole winter. They are sweet and soft, and they are cooked together with white rice in the iron pot by the residual heat of the stove. They are crispy when bitten down.

The mellow aroma of rice grains and the sweetness of pumpkin make people involuntarily slow down their chewing speed.

After Rong Ling ate and drank enough, that point of resentment completely dissipated.

After boiling water and washing dishes with her help, Wei Yijia asked Rong Ling, "Do you want to go home now?"

Rong Ling shook his head, Ma Xiaoping must have not calmed down at this moment, if she went home by herself, she might be scolded again.

"Then go to my bed and rest for a while." Wei Yijia said.

Rong Ling did not refuse, and entered her dormitory under Wei Yijia's leadership.

Unlike the messy kennel-like beds of the three Rong Ling sisters, Wei Yijia's room had something in it, and there was a faint fragrance, which made people feel at ease.

Her bed was a light blue three-piece suit, and Rong Ling lay on it, as soft as if trapped in a cloud.

She carefully took off her coat and put it on the shelf, for fear that the dust on it would stain the sheets.

Just after eating, Rong Ling closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

The firewood in the fire in the next room was burning vigorously. Feng Xihui used a hatchet to split the chopped bamboo into thin strips and weaved them into baskets for daily use.

The firewood was crackling, and sparks would occasionally explode with a bang. Feng Xihui didn't even shake his eyelids, but Rong Ling in the next room was disturbed by the noise and turned over.

Feng Xihui put down what she was doing, and a light popped out from her fingertips.

In the blink of an eye, an enchantment surrounded the bed, and Rong Ling could no longer hear any sound.

After Rong Ling had had enough sleep, Wei Yijia took her home.

It was getting dark at this moment, and Ma Xiaoping was returning with a basket of pigweed on her back. When she saw Rong Ling, she turned her face round: "You still know how to come back? I thought you didn't know you were out of the house."

With a sullen face, Rong Ling stood next to Wei Yijia without making a sound.

"Aunt Ma, don't blame her." Wei Yijia spoke first, "I let her stay at our house."

Ma Xiaoping didn't respond to her words, and only asked Rong Ling: "Have you eaten yet? Reheat the dishes left for you in the pot."

"Eat..." Rong Ling whispered.

Ma Xiaoping didn't say a word, went into the room and dumped the pigweed in the corner, and made preparations for dinner again.

Feng Xihui has been a god all her life, and this is the first time she has dealt with this kind of situation. She can only say straightforwardly: "Auntie, Rong Ling still wants to go to college. If you are worried about having no money, I have..."

Ma Xiaoping put the spatula that was melting lard on the side of the table: "Who said I have no money?"

While talking, the oil was already hot, she cracked two eggs into the pan at one go, the fried eggs sizzled, Ma Xiaoping scooped the eggs out and put them in a bowl.

She instructed Rong Ling: "Come here and eat the eggs first, the noodles will be cooked in a while, don't run around all day long, you don't know where your home is."

Rong Ling looked at Wei Yijia, but still walked towards Ma Xiaoping.

"Isn't it just to go to college?" Ma Xiaoping babbled while pouring noodles into the boiling water, "I can still afford to raise my own child, so I don't need Xiao Wei to bother you."