The cannon fodder female supporting role stirs up trouble in period literature

Seeing Hua Jindong coming over, Grandma Zhou smiled so much that her face was covered with wrinkles. "Erhua, after you massaged my leg yesterday, my leg is no longer swollen and my bones don't hurt anymore. I think I can run even if I take off the board."

Hua Honeysuckle said hurriedly, "Don't, grandma. It takes a hundred days for a broken bone to heal. You still need to recover for a while."

Grandma Zhou pouted, "Why would it take a hundred days? Anyway, I feel like it's all healed now."

Fang Yanhong next to her also followed suit and finally stopped Grandma Zhou from thinking about removing the splint.

The old lady was accompanied all the way to the gate, and Zhou Laiying persuaded her again and again before she stopped.

When they arrived at the brigade headquarters, Zhou Laifu was carrying a pile of sacks onto the cart. Zhou Sanye wanted to help, but Zhou Laifu dodged and said, "Uncle San, you drive the cart, and I'll do the heavy work. When we get the grain seeds from the city, don't do anything. Let the youngsters load the cart."

Uncle Zhou San grinned, "I'm not so old that I can't do any work. I can just lend a hand."

Seeing the family of three coming over, Zhou Sanye raised the whip in his hand and shouted to Hua Rendong: "Erhua, are you going to the city? When I came back yesterday, I cleaned the car inside and out to make sure it is clean."

You see, she said that she deliberately gave the newly arrived educated youth a warning yesterday. She brought the people back and also cleaned the car.

Hua Rendong waved her hand and said, "No, I'm just here to see my uncle and aunt off. Next time, when Third Uncle wants to go to the city, tell me and I'll take him there on my bike."

"That's great. Your cart is much faster than my ox cart, and it doesn't require any oxen."

Honeysuckle thought to himself: It’s not just the cows that are wasted, it’s the people that are wasted.

Zhou Laiying repeatedly reminded Hua Rendong that if she encountered any problems in the village, she must come to Zhou Laifu, and Hua Rendong agreed to all of them.

Watching the ox cart go away, Hua Rendong asked Zhou Laifu: "Second uncle, I came here to ask if the brigade has any chalk? I want to replace all the village bulletin boards with ones that promote the protection of women's and children's rights."

"Yes, yes. I just got them from the commune a few days ago. Xiao Xiang, Xiao Xiang, where did you put the chalk? Bring two boxes to Erhua."

"Hey, let me look for it!"

Zhou Lai Fu looked at his watch, said something to Hua Rendong, and went to do other things.

After a while, a young man in a white coat and black-framed glasses walked out. It was Xiang Minghui, a health worker at the village clinic.

Xiang Minghui took two boxes of chalk in his hand and handed them to Hua Rendong, "One box of white chalk, one box of colored chalk. If it's not enough, I have more."

Hua Honeysuckle thanked him and walked towards the propaganda blackboard next to the brigade headquarters.

Xiang Minghui had nothing to do, and seeing that she was about to write a blackboard newspaper, he ran back to the team office and brought out a rag, "Erhua, wait for me to throw a rag to wipe the blackboard."

After saying that, he ran to the small river in front of the brigade headquarters with the rag in his hand, went down along the path beside the bridge, wet the rag in the river water, rubbed it again and again, and then ran back with the rag in his hand.

Xiang Minghui was about 1.7 meters tall, and the blackboard newspaper was a bit high, so he had to move a stool and stand on it to wipe off the original mark on the blackboard newspaper.

Although Xiang Minghui looks capable, he is not very good at his job. There are still some spots on the blackboard after wiping it, and these are the background colors after the work is done.

Hua Honeysuckle went to the brigade headquarters to get a basin, found a basin of water in the river, and rubbed it carefully twice again until there was no trace of other colors except the black base color.

Xiang Minghui watched with a smile, "Erhua, you are really capable. My mother always says that I am too impatient at work. I need to find a wife who is good at work in the future."

Hua Rendong wanted to say, you are a hygienist after all, and this job doesn't require you to be impatient.

But she held back the words when they came to her lips. When she first entered the orphanage in her previous life, she offended many people because of her blunt words. She suffered a lot before she changed her blunt habit. She should not be too free-spirited in this life.

Finally, he said, "How tired will your wife be in the future?"

Xiang Minghui was stunned for a long time and did not respond to Hua Rendong's words.

After a few more words, Hua Honeysuckle was still lukewarm, which made Xiang Minghui feel bored. Just then someone came to him to get medicine, so he went into the clinic next to the brigade headquarters and never came out again.

Hua Rendong let out a long sigh. She couldn't say that she hated Xiang Minghui, but she definitely disliked him. It would be better to put an end to his little thoughts as soon as possible.

The quality of chalk at that time was not very good, with a lot of impurities in it. Even if you used a lot of force, the words you wrote were still faint and difficult to see clearly.

Honeysuckle soaked the chalk in water and found that the chalk was not only easy to write with, but also produced dark words with good adhesion and was not easy to fall off after drying.

The only drawback is that the chalk is too wasteful to use. Half a box is gone in a short while. I went to the clinic and knocked on the door, and asked Xiang Minghui for two more boxes of chalk.

Although Xiang Minghui had a smile on his face this time, after getting the chalk for Hua Rendong, he went back to his clinic without saying a single extra word.

It is still the slack season during the farming season. From the moment Hua Jindong started writing the blackboard newspaper, villagers gathered around to watch. By the end, dozens of people had gathered at the entrance of the large group.

Those who have learned Chinese characters in literacy classes can read the characters above. In the end, Hua Honeysuckle even wrote and read a character. If you encounter a character that no one knows, Hua Honeysuckle will also help you learn about Chinese characters.

Hua Rendong did not write propaganda slogans, but used short stories to simply and clearly tell the villagers which people they met outside might be kidnappers, swindlers and criminals, and what deceptive methods they used.

Before the story was finished, the onlookers had already started discussing it, bringing up everything they had experienced personally and what they had heard outside.

While Hua Honeysuckle was writing according to the manuscript she had prepared previously, she also listened to what everyone was saying and joined in the discussion from time to time.

Not only did the publicity have an effect, but we also learned a lot of news from these people that we had never heard of before, even many villagers had never heard of it before.

Whether it's true or not, it's quite useful.

Hua Honeysuckle would take out a small notebook from time to time and write down important events and people. She would also not forget to praise the villagers who provided the information, making their faces blush with praise.

Although Hua Erhua is still the same Hua Erhua, she is not just Hua Erhua, a relative of the Zhou family. Today, Hua Erhua is a clerk sent by the leaders of the Municipal Women's Federation.

To round it off, if she praises herself for what she said, that means the leader is praising herself for what she said!

In order to get praise from the leader, the villagers spoke enthusiastically. For a while, the pen in Hua Rendong's hand was about to smoke. Fortunately, there was pen ink in the brigade office, both useful and useless. They filled half of the black leather notebook with notes. When they could not find any more content to report, the villagers changed the topic reluctantly.