Yu Fang forced herself to look away from Lin Xiang’s bowl, "Give a few more yards of cloth, and I’ll tell you."
Lin Xiang continued to eat her noodles leisurely, "Say it or don’t, up to you."
Yu Fang beca anxious, "This concerns your reputation, how can you not care at all!"
Only then did Lin Xiang put down her chopsticks, her eyes fixed on Yu Fang, "What do you an it concerns my reputation? Make it clear."
Yu Fang was pleased with herself, "Cook another bowl of noodles, and give a few yards of cloth, then I’ll tell you."
Lin Xiang was at a loss for words.
This Yu Fang isn’t purely bad, it just seems her mind isn’t quite right.
She nodded, "Alright, but you’ve got to make sure the news you provide is worth it."
"I accidentally kicked a stone and hit Wen Siyuan today, and he invited to fra you together."
Lin Xiang: ?
"You kicked a stone and hit Wen Siyuan, so he invited you to fra ?"
Was Yu Fang speaking in Hua Country words? How co Lin Xiang felt she couldn’t quite understand?
"Anyway, Wen Siyuan wants to fra you. He’s got soone lying in wait in the cornfield by the roadside to bully you! Think about it, without tipping you off, if you were grabbed by soone, could you really get away?"
Yu Fang was right, she didn’t have any special tools, and the original person wasn’t particularly strong either, plus Lin Yun was off selling sweet potato noodles at the market, if anything really happened, she’d be crying out to the heavens and the earth in vain.
Lin Xiang’s gaze fell on Yu Fang, "Why are you telling this?"
Yu Fang said irritably, "Even if we don’t get along usually, you’re still my sister. Why would I harm my sister for so guy I don’t know? I’m not stupid! Besides, Wen Siyuan, that bastard, wants to ruin your reputation as revenge! He knows how important reputation is for a woman!"
Listening to Yu Fang’s indignant words, Lin Xiang admitted she had a change of heart about Yu Fang.
Not because of the phrase "you’re my sister," but because she understood how important reputation was for won at that ti.
Yu Fang only lacked a bit of sense, but wasn’t inherently bad.
If she were really a malicious character, knowing a way to make Lin Xiang suffer, she’d secretly conspire with Wen Siyuan rather than bother telling her.
And Yu Fang’s demands were just a bowl of sweet potato noodles and a few yards of cloth, so satisfy her!
So, Lin Xiang went into the kitchen and cooked a big bowl of sweet potato noodles.
Yu Fang ate contentedly again until her belly was round, leaning against the chair, burping constantly.
"What about my cloth? You promised , don’t back out!"
Lin Xiang pulled a corner of her mouth, "I won’t. But those fabrics at ho have been picked through by the village aunts, you tell what style or color you like, I’ll get it for you from the cotton spinning factory."
"Pink, blue, yellow, green, red—I like them all!"
Lin Xiang glanced at her sideways, "The cotton spinning factory doesn’t produce multicolored fabrics."
Yu Fang pouted, "Then just pick sothing for that’s good for making a cotton jacket. I think what you’re wearing looks nice. How about you give that outfit directly?"
"Don’t even think about it!"
She’s wearing a new cotton outfit, it’s Zhao Xiuli’s deep maternal love towards her.
"Burp—" Yu Fang burped again and stood up, waving to Lin Xiang, "I’m heading back. Get the fabric for soon, I want to have my cotton jacket ready before winter."
"Got it, got it!"
After Yu Fang left, Lin Xiang took out the Hero-brand fountain pen from the drawer.
The pen was taken from Wen Siyuan last ti, though he bought it with his own money, all of his money was saved with the help of village girls. So after the matter with Yang Lihua, Lin Xiang took the pen out and initially planned to sell it and return it to those girls whose minds were blinded by lard just like hers.
It’s just that there have been a lot of things happening recently, so this matter was set aside.
Lin Xiang pocketed the pen and went out to find soone.
Upon hearing the knock on the door, Huang Laizi ca out of his house, still clutching a stead bun in his mouth.
Seeing Lin Xiang, he took a bite of the bun and mumbled, "Lin Xiang, what brings you here?"
"Brother Lai, I ca to ask you for a favor."
Huang Laizi’s reputation in the village was worse than Lin Xiang’s, this was the first ti soone addressed him as Brother Lai. Huang Laizi responded in a good mood, "Alright, what is it?"
Lin Xiang took the fountain pen from her pocket and handed it to Huang Laizi.
"Hero-brand fountain pen? This pen costs several dollars, not cheap. Do you want to sell it for you? But since it’s used, it’ll probably be a dollar less than the original price. Are you okay with that?"
"No, this pen isn’t for you to help sell. It’s the paynt for helping with sothing."
A Hero-brand fountain pen, even if it’s used, is worth seven or eight dollars. What does Lin Xiang want him to do, making such a generous offer?
Huang Laizi pocketed the pen promptly but said, "Let’s be clear, I don’t do anything illegal. I can’t risk going to prison for such a small amount of money!"
"Don’t worry, I’m dealing with leaders all the ti now; I wouldn’t dare do anything illegal either!"
Lin Xiang whispered to Huang Laizi.
Huang Laizi rolled up his sleeves, "This Wen Siyuan, has got so nerve! He’s an outsider acting against the girl from our village, ruining her reputation? I’ll teach him a lesson!"
"Brother Lai, hitting people isn’t a good idea, it might leave evidence. I’m just thinking of using the person’s own tricks against them, don’t you think?"
Huang Laizi’s expression was indescribable, "Xiang, it’s not that I don’t want to help, but out there, hooligans are plenty, female hooligans—not a lot!"
"Who said it has to be female?"
Huang Laizi’s eyes widened, "You an... you’re really... this could work?"
"No need for it to really happen; as long as the rumor spreads, that’s enough."
Huang Laizi couldn’t find the right words to describe Lin Xiang, he just gave a silent thumbs-up.
That’s a real heroine!
Getting Huang Laizi’s promise, Lin Xiang headed back ho.
After securing the money, Lin Xiang went straight to Yang Lihua’s house.
Yang Lihua was doing her winter holiday howork, and as soon as she heard Lin Xiang ca, she tossed her pen aside and dashed out.
"Xiang, are you heading to town again? Can you take with?"
"Lihua, I ca today to ask for your help."
"Just say it."
Lin Xiang took out eight dollars for Yang Lihua, "I sold Wen Siyuan’s Hero-brand fountain pen for eight dollars. Take this money and distribute it to the others later."
Yang Lihua understood that Lin Xiang ant those who were misled by Wen Siyuan just like them.
"What about you? Aren’t you keeping so for yourself?"
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