Poor little thing is eating melons and watching the drama in the period literature

"No?" Yu Qingtang guessed again: "That means this grandparents and grandchildren wanted to harm others in a shameful way. To the people in the brigade, only the educated youth were outsiders. If Li Jianxin and his grandchildren wanted to harm the people in the brigade, there would have been a big uproar long ago. Only when they wanted to harm the educated youth would this matter be suppressed."

Jin Guagua nodded, although Yu Qingtang couldn't see it.

"If the educated youth were killed, we who live together would definitely know about it, but these past few days, apart from the constant noise from the reborn trio, it has been relatively peaceful."

"That means they were planning to harm the educated youth, but before they could do anything, they were discovered and reported to the team leader."

"What good will it do them if they harm the educated youth?"

"Money! Compared to the country folk, the only advantages the educated youth have are money and culture. You can't take away culture, but you can take away money."

Yu Qingtang clapped his hands and said, "Li Jianxin and his grandson are trying to defraud the educated youth of their money."

Li Jianye nodded: "Almost. Anyway, you should stay away from them."

Li Erya interrupted: "He has a wife. My cousin doesn't have one."

Yes, and a wife!

Yu Qingtang suddenly reacted and asked the system: "Jin Guagua, you said yesterday that Su Nianru and Ji Baishu got married because of an accident. Is the culprit of this accident Li Jianxin and his grandson?"

The golden melon ding-donged: "Congratulations to the host for punching the daily melon card, revealing the truth about the marriage between the reborn heroine Su Nianru and Ji Baishu, and obtaining a golden melon seed. The current debt is 1 golden melon seed."

"The conspiracy of Li Jianxin's grandparents was discovered in advance and told to the captain. Will Su Nianru have a chance to marry Ji Baishu in the future?"

"It depends on whether the consciousness of the novel world strongly requires that the hero and heroine must be together."

Yu Qingtang felt that the situation was suspenseful and there was a lot of drama to come.

She was just very curious about who had revealed the secret this time, as her seat at the spectator's table was too front row.

Li Jianye kept it a secret for a long time but Li Erya revealed it directly. He didn't know whether he was angry or embarrassed, but his face turned red.

Yu Qingtang was afraid that the child would be upset, so he quickly comforted her: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, this has nothing to do with you."

"My grandfather said that Li Jianxin's surname is Li, and if he brings shame upon us, our entire Li family will be ashamed."

Many Chinese traditions are maintained by family, and everyone in the family prospers together. Yu Qingtang knew how the elderly with this traditional thinking would teach their children, which was nothing more than that family disgrace should not be made public.

Yu Qingtang patted the child's head and said, "You are you, he is him. You should not be ashamed of the bad things Li Jianxin did, and of course you should not cover them up."

Li Jianye explained anxiously: "My grandfather did not protect Li Jianxin."

"The captain said he had this idea but hadn't implemented it yet. We'll teach him a lesson and keep a close eye on him."

Yu Qingtang remained silent. The captain had authority, but for people with bad intentions, it was not enough to rely solely on the captain and Accountant Li to suppress them.

The busy autumn harvest was in full swing, and the educated youth in the Youth House had visibly lost weight.

Since the Yu siblings were young, the work they did was not tiring and there was no significant change. Yu Qingxu took the prepared ginseng back from Doctor Ji in the cowshed.

"I gave him two dollars for the work, and bought him a 500-year-old ginseng."

Yu Qingtang's eyes lit up: "Let me see."

Five hundred years! She had never seen it.

Yu Qingxu took out the ginseng wrapped in a red handkerchief and opened it. Yu Qingtang looked at it without blinking: "Tsk tsk, this is much bigger than the one I dug."

Yu Qingxu rolled up the handkerchief and handed it to her: "It's expensive. I only have a little over a hundred dollars left. You can send a letter back to ask for the money."

Yu Qingtang calculated that the educated youth who went to the countryside were given 200 yuan each for settling-in allowance, and their families gave them 200 yuan each for living expenses when they arrived, a total of 800 yuan.

I spent a hundred on rent, and several dozen on furniture and daily necessities, so I still had more than six hundred left, so...

"This ginseng cost more than five hundred yuan."

Yu Qingtang felt that her previous thoughts were correct. She was not a time-traveling heroine at all. She was clearly the golden thigh that gave money to the male and female protagonists.

Yu Qingtang ran to the room, found some beautiful writing paper and started writing: Dear Grandpa, Mom, Dad, Aunt, I am writing to you! ...

Yu Qingtang didn't stop until she had written five full pages. She put the letter into the envelope and looked at Yu Qingxu: "Where's your letter?"

Yu Qingxu took out a piece of letter paper from a thick stack, wrote a few lines on it and handed it to Yu Qingtang.

"Put it with yours."

Yu Qingtang opened the envelope again and put Yu Qingxu's letter in it, while complaining about him: "You are really frugal!"

The next morning, Yu Qingtang went to town in an ox cart driven by Cheng Bo.

There were few people at the post office entrance, and the mailman was shocked to find two ginseng roots, one large and one small, when he checked.

He asked suspiciously, "Where did you get this from, little girl?"

Yu Qingtang frowned unhappily, stomped her little leather shoes, and put on the appearance of a spoiled young lady: "Of course I exchanged it with someone else. If you have found it, wrap it up tightly. I found it specially for my grandfather. If it is lost, I will hold you responsible."

The courier saw that she really looked like a child from a wealthy family, so he packed the ginseng carefully.

"Don't worry, young comrade. Our post office is absolutely trustworthy."

"Ok!"

Yu Qingtang nodded proudly, then waved her hand and bought five sets of stamps with patterns of workers, peasants, soldiers and revolutionary holy places. She didn't care whether she could exchange them for money in the future, but just because they looked good.

The mailman sent Yu Qingtang out with a smile on his face, then turned around and said to his colleague, "It seems that buying stamps is very popular among young girls recently. They buy several or even dozens of sets at a time. I don't know what the trend is."

After sending the stuff, Yu Qingtang ran to the state-owned restaurant to wait for dinner. When he was at the door, he was suddenly pulled away by an old lady. Yu Qingtang was shocked and thought he had encountered a human trafficker. He quickly shouted, "Help! There are human traffickers!"

The aunt quickly let go of her: "No, I'm not a human trafficker."

The enthusiastic crowd around had surrounded the two of them, and Yu Qingtang ran to hide behind a tall and enthusiastic uncle.

"I don't even know you, and you dragged me and ran away, and you still dare to say you are not a human trafficker."

The auntie was so anxious that she turned around and around: "Oh, I'm really not a human trafficker."

"Then why are you pulling the girl?"

"I think you are a human trafficker. The young comrade said he doesn't know you anymore."

"Take her to the police station."

When she heard that she was going to the police station, the auntie got anxious: "No, I'm not a human trafficker, this is, this is my daughter, yes, she is my daughter who is angry with me."

The enthusiastic people were not easy to fool, "Why didn't you just say she was your daughter?"

Yu Qingtang was also angry, and took out his head and said, "Then why don't you tell me my name, how old I am, and where I work now?"