What a scene.
How could one even describe it?
Bai Dacheng’s forehead, cheeks, chin, and nose—every single part of his face was evenly coated with dog excrement.
The crowd stirred in commotion. Those in the front row grimaced with disgust and quickly backed away.
Li Juan sneered, “See? This is what they call a shit-eater. You’re only fit to eat dog crap.”
With that, she turned and left.
Bai Dacheng couldn’t care about anything else now; he just wanted to find a place to wash his face. Afraid of being tainted by him, the onlookers scattered like birds and beasts.
Li Qingge finished enjoying the drama and left contentedly. This time, Gongsun Shinian and his companion didn’t follow.
…
Everyone at the educated youth point was sitting in the courtyard eating dinner, except Li Qingge, who was nowhere to be seen.
Bai Wei’s eyes darted around, and she said in a worried tone, “Why hasn’t Comrade Li Qingge come back yet? It’s already dark outside. Nothing bad happened to her, right?”
The speaker means no harm, but the listener takes it to heart. Dang Aiguo immediately couldn’t sit still.
“You all eat first. I’ll go check the village entrance.”
…
Li Qingge was walking back to the village. The sky was completely dark now, and of course, at this hour, there wasn’t a single soul on the road.
She really didn’t want to eat the dry, hard cornmeal buns, so she took a pizza out of the supermarket and started eating it, squinting her eyes in bliss. So delicious.
If only she had her own room, she wouldn’t have to hide what she ate from others.
After finishing, she also ate a box of Shine Muscat grapes. Mmm, these grapes were super sweet. She polished off a small box in no time.
When she was almost at the village, she took the wardrobe out of her Dimensional Space and easily carried it horizontally with both hands.
Of course, the wardrobe was quite narrow; if it were wider, her arms wouldn’t be long enough.
Li Qingge came from the chaotic and dark Apocalypse, and her previous life’s Supernatural Ability of strength had come with her.
Holding a wardrobe in her hands was like child’s play—no burden at all.
“Ah!!”
“Ghost!!”
Dang Aiguo let out a howl and ran back toward the educated youth point.
He stumbled into the courtyard, panting heavily.
“There’s a ghost! I just saw a ghost! It was even carrying a coffin!”
Hearing him speak so convincingly, some of the timid girls turned pale and huddled together, glancing around nervously, afraid a ghost might suddenly leap out from a dark corner.
Some of the educated youths scoffed, not believing a word.
Liu Hongmei laughed, “Comrade Dang, you haven’t even gone to sleep yet, and you’re already sleepwalking?”
Seeing that they didn’t believe him, Dang Aiguo grew anxious: “It’s true! You have to believe me!”
As the gate was pushed open with a creak, everyone’s gaze snapped toward the entrance. A woman stood there holding a wardrobe. Upon closer inspection, it really did look like a coffin.
They looked at Li Qingge, then at Dang Aiguo: “So this is the ghost you were talking about?”
Dang Aiguo’s face turned bright red. He had actually mistaken Comrade Li for a ghost.
The worst part was losing face in front of a beautiful woman—that was truly embarrassing.
Li Qingge had no time to deal with them; she still had something in her hands.
She carried the wardrobe, which was taller than her, into the room, found a good spot, and set it down. Then she clapped her hands and walked out, satisfied.
Then she noticed everyone was looking at her strangely.
Wen Shaoqing was the first to ask, “Comrade Li, did you carry that wardrobe all the way back by yourself?”
Li Qingge nodded.
Wen Shaoqing drew in a sharp breath. What kind of she-Hulk was this?
Two grown men would struggle to carry a wardrobe, yet she had brought it back from the commune all by herself, looking completely effortless.
Wen Shaoqing looked deeply shaken, feeling like his worldview had been turned upside down.
Gongsun Shinian raised an eyebrow, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth without him even realizing it. This woman was different from all the other female educated youths. She was truly interesting.
Bai Wei felt as if ten thousand alpacas were stampeding through her heart. What was happening? Why had that fool Li Qingge become so strong? How come she hadn’t known this in her previous life?
She lowered her eyes, sinking into self-doubt. The shadow cast by her long lashes, illuminated by the lamplight, made her look even more gloomy.
Li Qingge had just sat down on a stool when she complained, “Just now, some blind fool kept shouting about a ghost. He must be blind. Have you ever seen a ghost as pretty as me?”
Dang Aiguo’s face cycled through a rainbow of colors—white, then green, then blue.
He Qiuju noticed her beloved man’s awkward situation and quickly changed the subject.
“Comrade Li, where did you buy that wardrobe in the commune?”
“The scrap collection station. They have lots of furniture there, and it’s cheap.”
That one sentence was an eye-opener for everyone. Several of the new educated youths looked eager and planned to go to the commune’s scrap station another day to pick up a wardrobe. It was cheaper and more convenient than having one made.
Bald-headed Wang Lan stared at Gongsun Shinian like a lovesick fool, as if just looking at him a little longer was a win for her.
It made Bai Wei’s blood boil; she wanted to gouge out Wang Lan’s eyes.
That woman had dared to drug Shi Nian in her last life, and in the end, Bai Wei had killed her and fed her to the wild dogs.
This shameless woman had no idea what she looked like—any man who laid eyes on her would have nightmares all night long.
Wang Lan’s skin was dark and shiny, coated with a layer of oil. She stood at five feet tall and weighed 150 pounds, and the few dozen strands of hair on her head couldn’t even hide her bald scalp in the darkness of the night.
Yet Wang Lan was remarkably thick-skinned and confident, believing herself to be the prettiest among the female educated youth.
Even in this brief moment, she couldn’t resist preening. She pulled out a small mirror and a comb, holding the mirror in her left hand and the comb in her right, carefully tending to the few remaining strands atop her head.
The older educated youth showed no reaction to her bizarre behavior—they were already used to it.
Bai Wei rolled her eyes skyward, thinking to herself that sooner or later she’d get rid of that vicious supporting female character Li Qingge, and then she’d deal with this Wang Lan too.
Wen Shaoqing and Li Qingge were struggling to hold back their laughter. They’d never seen such an oddity before—this was certainly a new experience for them.
The courtyard contained a kitchen and a large woodshed. The educated youth, being fond of cleanliness, had partitioned off the woodshed and built two shower stalls on each side, one for men and one for women.
At this time of year in the Northeast, bathing outside would give you goosebumps from the cold.
Every time it was Li Qingge’s turn to bathe, she would lock the door, slip into the supermarket, and enjoy a nice hot shower, once again marveling at the benefits of having a Dimensional Space.
“Open up! Open the door! Someone’s dying out here!!”
Li Qingge had just finished her shower and changed her clothes when she heard a commotion coming from outside the educated youth compound, along with someone pounding heavily on the gate.