Transmigration: On the Gossip Front -
Chapter 345 Unlucky Female Educated Youth 45_1
Chapter 345: Chapter 345 Unlucky Female Educated Youth 45_1
During the first few days back at work after the holiday, the tasks were relatively easy, and the leaders were aware that everyone hadn’t yet shifted from the New Year celebrations and the mood of separating from their families.
Furthermore, at this time of year, there wasn’t much to do in the fields, so there was no need to force anyone to work hard.
Everyone was therefore quite relaxed, and Huang Lei ran into Wang Nan a few times. She had thought that after the dispute with her family, they would treat her better and not be so miserly with everything.
Unexpectedly, Wang Nan was still as stingy as ever when it came to eating and drinking, mostly avoiding meat.
Huang Lei was different; whenever the canteen served meat, she would never pass it up.
Whenever Wang Nan saw Huang Lei eating meat, she would snort coldly, which really annoyed the latter.
She had thought about saying something, but then thought better of it. It was her own body, and it was her own money saved up—why would she comment?
Some people are destined to be the type who always look out for their younger siblings, no matter how many times they’re taken advantage of. They can’t change their ways.
Zhao Aoran always came to get his meal after most people had finished eating, and the canteen staff would save some good food for him.
It’s not that there weren’t any complaints, but what came of them was Zhao Aoran saying he wouldn’t wait until last next time—he would come to get food as soon as it was served, and if someone couldn’t get enough to eat, it would have nothing to do with him.
As soon as these words came out, who would dare to grumble? If he really did that, it would lead to a brawl and no one would get to eat at all.
Huang Lei just watched from the sidelines and couldn’t help but admit that sometimes you have to be fierce.
Zhao Aoran quickly got his food and prepared to leave. He was eager to go back for some fish soup.
He could fish on his own, and when he had more fish than he could eat, he would raise them. Since he lived alone, he didn’t have to worry about anyone stealing them.
After finishing her lunch, Huang Lei strolled over to have some fish soup at Zhao Aoran’s place. Watching him eat eagerly, she said, "What do you think Fan Xiaofei is thinking?"
"Even if it’s shoveling manure, at least you’re free and no one looks down on you."
"Your life now isn’t bad." Despite the poor reputation, nobody hassled him, and he had his freedom, although he was somewhat busy.
Zhao Aoran drank the rest of his fish soup and let out a long sigh, "You think it’s good, I think it’s good too."
"But Fan Xiaofei is different. When I first knew him, he really had everyone surrounding him, buttering him up."
"He was always the center of attention in the crowd."
"It’s different for me. Everyone knows my grandfather is formidable. Although my parents are the eldest, they aren’t favored by the old man, nor do they possess much ability."
"Above me, there are my uncles, and below me are my younger cousins, none of whom respect me, not to mention my family can’t even compare to the Fan Family."
"I’ve always been an underdog."
"Although it felt humiliating at first, I had no other options."
Zhao Aoran gave a bitter smile, "I’m not handsome, moreover, I’m an abandoned child of my family, my parents have given up on me entirely; I don’t have any obsessive admirers either."
"What else can I do but stay here?"
"But it’s different for Fan Xiaofei." Zhao Aoran took a deep breath, "I didn’t go home for the New Year this time, and didn’t receive a single letter from home."
"I didn’t write to them to say I wouldn’t be coming home for the holidays."
Even though he knew that his family wouldn’t go out of its way for a descendent who held no value to them, he still held a sliver of hope in his heart.
Yet reality proved to be disappointing and helpless; his family completely acted as though he didn’t exist, with no letters sent and absolutely no contact.
"It’s probably for the best there’s no contact that way, when they face trouble in the future, they won’t have the nerve to come seeking your help."
"And if there’s ever a need for a marriage alliance within the family, they won’t push you forward."
Huang Lei could only mention the favorable aspects, but Zhao Aoran didn’t think his family would cast him out.
However, considering his family’s nature, if they really faced a crisis and needed someone to take the fall, he, the discarded piece of the clan, might be thought of as waste to be utilized somehow.
"I know,"
"Looking back, it’s actually quite good. Even though I don’t have the support of my family, at least no one is trying to trap me," Zhao Aoran smiled.
"By the way," Zhao Aoran recalled the incident during the Spring Festival, "do you still remember over there..."
He pointed in a certain direction, "Over there, there were a few people undergoing re-education, locked up in the cowshed."
Many people knew that people lived in the cowshed, but most would avoid contact with them, fearing trouble.
Zhao Aoran was different; he often encountered them at work and interacted with them frequently.
Huang Lei also knew that Zhao Aoran sometimes even brought them some fish soup and the like.
If it wasn’t certain that he hadn’t been reborn and was just the original deal, one would really think he was investing in someone.
"During the Spring Festival, some people from the big compounds came in cars to pick up a few persons," he said.
Ah? Are people going back now? Huang Lei’s mouth fell open, "Maybe, they are moving them to another place?"
"How could that be? Although they were dressed in plain clothes, I could tell from their walk and expressions that they all came from the big compounds."
"And, and..." Zhao Aoran paused, "They definitely weren’t ordinary soldiers, if you catch my drift."
Zhao Aoran now liked to discuss some matters with Huang Lei. Before, they always thought Huang Lei was brainless, but after spending more time together, it became clear she was quite knowledgeable.
"Do you think the situation is improving?" She had to admit, having grown up in different environments, their perceptiveness was truly remarkable.
Zhao Aoran might have looked relaxed, but he was always vigilant about his surroundings, "I think it should be."
"Plus, I’ve talked with the old ’educated youth’ before, and they said life was tough for those who lived in the cowshed before."
"Now, although they still have to self-criticize, they don’t have to do it publicly. And if they’re feeling unwell, they can rest a bit."
"The situation is improving," Huang Lei murmured in agreement, "Do you think we can still take the college entrance exam?"
"If the situation does get better," Zhao Aoran stared at the sky, they were all high school graduates, and it would be a lie to say they didn’t want to go to college.
"Perhaps, there might be a chance that the college exam will be reinstated."
Zhao Aoran looked at Huang Lei, "Do you want to take the college entrance exam?"
"Of course, I do. Otherwise, why would I bother attending high school?"
"And you know that this time, my grandfather has managed to offend the Zhu Family."
"If I could get into university, I would choose one far from home and then try to get a job in another place."
"That way, my grandparents could come to my place."
Zhao Aoran was aware that Huang Lei’s family had offended the Zhu Family, "It’s true, the Zhu Family is quite powerful over there."
"But as for the future..." Zhao Aoran had become much calmer, contemplating several matters.
"I can’t wait for the Zhu Family to lack a strong successor; they are all shameless, and their dealings are also very underhanded."
"Or perhaps, if someone wants to deal with the Zhu Family and doesn’t want to do it themselves, they might use my family as a tool," he said.
What Huang Lei wanted was an opportunity to leave her hometown through the college entrance exam.
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