You Are My Sister
“Enough!!”
The production team leader rubbed his temples with a headache.
“Fat Girl, how long are you going to keep causing trouble? We’re all standing right here, not dead. How dare you falsely accuse Educated Youth Bai of harassing you? Ask the commune members—does anyone believe it?”
The commune members all shook their heads.
“Fat Girl has no self-awareness at all. If she said she harassed Educated Youth Bai, I’d definitely believe it.”
“Exactly. Educated Youth Bai isn’t blind—why would he harass her? What wishful thinking!”
Bai Jinchuan, like Yan Jinghong, was tall and handsome. Several girls in the village had taken a liking to him, and seeing him falsely accused, they kept speaking up for him.
“Let’s go!” Yan Jinghong pulled Bai Jinchuan away.
This time, Fat Girl didn’t stop them. She stared intently at Bai Jinchuan’s retreating figure. This man would be hers sooner or later—he couldn’t escape her grasp!
As the commune members walked toward the fields, they chatted about yesterday’s gossip.
“Hey, Old Zhou’s wife, did you hear? Yesterday, Li Sanba divorced her husband and came back, but all the family’s money was gone. Rumor has it her ‘good son’ Chen Zhushi ran off with it.”
“Yeah, their family is truly penniless now.”
“I heard they even reported it to the police, but he’d already run off. The authorities couldn’t find him.”
“How pitiful. Li Sanba is divorced, her husband is gone, and I heard she’s already moved back to her parents’ home.”
With yesterday’s experience, the new educated youths were already familiar with the task of turning the soil today.
“Ah!!” Bai Jinchuan suddenly jumped aside in fright, his face pale.
Fat Girl had just walked up behind him and pinched his buttocks, leering as she said, “What a perky butt! Feels nice!”
Humiliation flashed across Bai Jinchuan’s face. “Get lost! If you don’t leave, I’ll hit you.”
Fat Girl wasn’t afraid at all. Instead, she leaned closer, grinning. “Go ahead, hit me. Hitting is affection, scolding is love. The harder you hit, the more you love me.”
Bai Jinchuan was furious and resentful, but at the moment, there was nothing he could do about this woman. If he hit her in front of everyone, he’d definitely be detained by the police, and a criminal record would affect his future.
Jiang Taohua couldn’t stand this shameless female hooligan any longer. She quickly reached out and pressed a pressure point on Fat Girl’s body.
Fat Girl collapsed to the ground as if electrocuted, her body aching and numb.
“Ouch! That hurts like hell!”
Seeing someone lying on the ground, the production team leader came over to investigate. Jiang Taohua told him that Fat Girl was fine—she was just too tired and lying down to slack off.
Soon, the production team leader and the villagers believed Jiang Taohua’s words and ignored Fat Girl, leaving her lying on the ground. Mostly, it was because she smelled bad, and no one wanted to get close.
Fat Girl’s eyes clearly showed her hatred for Jiang Taohua. This woman was meddling in her affairs and ruining her plans!
Bai Jinchuan looked at Jiang Taohua with gratitude and admiration.
“Sister Taohua, you’re amazing! How did you do that? You saved me from a terrible situation.”
Jiang Taohua wore an enigmatic expression. “It’s nothing. I just know a few pressure points on the body.”
Bai Jinchuan’s eyes lit up with fervor. “Sister, from now on, you’re my own sister.”
Wen Shunu stepped forward warily, using her body to separate the two.
“Hey, what’s going on? Taohua is mine. Don’t even think about taking her from me.”
“She’s mine.”
“No, she’s mine.”
The two of them bickered back and forth like childish kids fighting for attention.
That evening, back at the educated youth point, Bai Jinchuan furtively called Jiang Taohua outside. “Sister Taohua, this hundred yuan is to thank you for helping me today. You must accept it—consider it my protection fee.”
His eyes were earnest, as if he might burst into tears on the spot if she refused.
“Ahem, you’re too kind. I didn’t help you for the money.”
Even as she spoke, Jiang Taohua unceremoniously took the money and stuffed it into her trouser pocket, her movements so smooth it seemed she’d done it countless times before.
Oh well, Bai Jinchuan was an honest person. Since she’d taken the money, she’d just help him more in the future—it was no trouble anyway.
Seeing her accept the money, Bai Jinchuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiang Taohua slapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll look out for you from now on.”
The force of that slap made Bai Jinchuan sway slightly. He was inwardly astonished—Sister Taohua was incredibly strong! It felt so reassuring.
The next day was a rest day with no work assignments. The educated youths had already made plans: some intended to take the bus to the county town to explore, while others planned to visit the commune.
At daybreak, Jiang Taohua and Wen Shunu boarded an ox cart and headed to the county town.
Jiang Taohua yawned and complained to System 001, “System, didn’t the male protagonist say yesterday he’d send someone to kill me? Why hasn’t there been any movement? He really doesn’t keep his word.”
System 001 replied, “Host, the assassin’s father broke his leg yesterday, so the operation was rescheduled for today.”
“Fine. I’m probably the first supporting female character ever hoping to get killed off. Just thinking about my ten billion yuan makes my heart ache so much I can hardly breathe. No, I can’t dwell on it anymore.”
System 001: It didn’t know about other things, but its host was definitely the most money-obsessed supporting female character in history—utterly consumed by greed.
After shopping at the department store and having a meal, Jiang Taohua suddenly remembered something.
The female protagonist had also come to town today. Disguised, she went to the county’s black market and earned 200 yuan. Since Jian Mingyue had often bullied the original host in the past, taking 200 yuan as compensation for emotional distress wasn’t too much, was it?
Jiang Taohua said to Wen Shunu, “Shunu, I have something to take care of. Wait for me here.”
Wen Shunu nodded obediently. “Go ahead, I’ll wait for you to come back.”
Guided by System 001, Jiang Taohua spotted a man from the Market Management Committee in a secluded alley. They specialized in catching those who set up illegal street stalls, wielding considerable power to confiscate goods at any time.
If anyone resisted, they’d be sent to a “study class.”
These study classes weren’t for learning; they were essentially detention centers where people were locked up without any freedom. Meals weren’t provided—family members had to bring food, and if no one did, they’d go hungry.
Jiang Taohua knocked the man out with a single punch, then stripped off his jacket and cap. She smudged her face, stuck on a fake mustache, and now resembled a short, stocky man.
Swaggering into the alley, she was spotted by lookouts stationed there. Seeing her uniform and armband, someone shouted, “The Market Management Committee is here! Run!”
Chaos erupted instantly as everyone scrambled to pack up their belongings and flee.
Jian Mingyue was going mad. She was exhausted—were these Market Management Committee people insane? Why were they chasing only her and ignoring everyone else?
Jiang Taohua chased closely from behind, the two maintaining a distance of thirty meters all along. Looking at her leisurely and contented demeanor, it was like a cat chasing a mouse—clearly able to catch up immediately, yet giving the mouse a glimmer of hope, letting it believe it had a chance to escape. She simply loved watching the female protagonist panic and lose composure.
Jian Mingyue gasped for breath, her body pushed to its limit, nearly unable to hold on any longer.
From behind, Jiang Taohua curled the corner of her lips. The identity of the Market Management Committee was truly useful—when out and about, one’s identity was whatever one claimed it to be!