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Luo Tian frowned and asked her, "Are you still going to sell these things?"

Luo Qiao nodded, "Otherwise, I won't have enough money, and I don't want to live a life of hardship."

"Can……"

"Oh, it's okay, no one knows I'm doing this anyway."

"As long as you don't say anything, no one will know."

Luo Tian "..."

What else could she say?

She could only pray that nothing would happen to Luo Qiao, otherwise it would be her who reported him.

On the day Luo Qiao returned, Wen Tang asked Chi Yue to make a lot of sweet cakes, and also fried some small fried dough sticks and tofu balls. That afternoon, she took these things to the commune.

She limped off to the commune to find Director Wang.

Director Wang was quite surprised to see her limping over. "What's wrong? What happened?"

Before Wen Tang could even speak, her eyes welled up with tears.

But she tried her best to hold back her tears, and smiled at Director Wang, saying, "Director, I'm fine."

Director Wang didn't believe it, so he gestured for her to sit down first, and then said, "How can you be alright? Look at you, you're even walking with a limp."

"Tell me quickly, what happened?"

Wen Tang didn't tell her what was wrong first. Instead, she placed a full basket of fried sugar cakes, small fried dough sticks, and tofu balls that Chi Yue had fried on Director Wang's desk.

He lifted the cloth covering the food, revealing what was underneath, and smiled as he showed it to Director Wang, saying, "It was fried at home, and it tastes pretty good. I thought I'd bring it over for you to try."

In this era of oil and grain shortages, freshly fried food is so tempting that just looking at it makes your mouth water.

What's more, it's fresh out of the pot, still warm and fragrant.

Even a department head couldn't help but swallow hard.

Wen Tang quickly urged Director Wang to try the sugar cake, saying, "Director, please try this sugar cake. My family fried it; it's so soft and sweet."

Director Wang looked at the full basket, still steaming hot, and took a piece. He took a bite, and his mouth was full of oil and sweetness. "Mmm, delicious, this sugar cake is really delicious."

Wen Tang placed the basket in front of Director Wang again, "I didn't fry much this time, I just brought it here for the director to try."

"If the director likes it, I'll have my family fry more next time."

Director Wang looked at the basket pushed in front of him, thought about it, and decided not to refuse it.

But the topic shifted to Wen Tang's limping leg, "What happened to your leg?"

"You seemed perfectly fine just a few days ago."

Wen Tang rolled up his pants, saying as he did so, "It's my bad luck. I saw a former educated youth reselling things. She was probably afraid I would report her, so she went and falsely accused me first."

As she finished speaking, the bruises on her knees became visible.

It's been several days, but the bruises on my knees are still quite alarming, showing how serious it was at the time.

Director Wang stuffed the last bit of sweet cake into his mouth, wiped his hands, and then reached out to touch the bruise. Seeing Wen Tang frowning and enduring the pain, he also frowned and said, "How did it get so serious?"

Wen Tang forced a smile. "It's much better now. The higher-ups thought I was really engaging in speculation and profiteering, so they were a bit harsher on me."

Director Wang frowned. "These people..."

"Where is that educated youth?"

"I falsely accused you, and you're all cleared up now?"

Wen Tang pulled down her pants and shook her head. "No, they were taken away, but it seems they came back today."

"How many days? You're out already?" Director Wang got up to pour water for Wen Tang.

"It seems like five days!"

"Didn't you tell those people that the educated youth was involved in reselling and speculation?"

Wen Tang took the water, her large, bright eyes looking innocent (a kind of naive foolishness). She shook her head and said, "I don't have any concrete evidence. I'm afraid they won't believe me."

"Didn't you see it?"

"Yes, I saw it for real. She was selling things to people in the county town."

Director Wang said, "That's fine."

"Go and tell them, and once those people recognize you, their people will keep an eye on you."

"Really?" Wen Tang still looked dazed.

Director Wang thought for a moment and said, "Never mind, I'll talk to the people over there later."

"By the way, what's her name?"

"Luo Qiao, a sent-down youth who was sent to our area."

“They arrested me a few days ago, they should remember that.”

"Okay, I've written it down."

"Thank you, Director. You're the one who's so kind to me."

Director Wang laughed, "I can't just eat all this food of yours for nothing!"

Sure enough, those who thrive in officialdom are all shrewd and calculating.

Her intentions were obvious to everyone.

However, the fact that she was still willing to help her even though she saw through it shows that she still has some charm, or rather, she still has a tiny bit of value to be exploited.

Wen Tang never rejects the idea that others value her for their own benefit, since people's interactions are inherently based on mutual benefit.

The monetary value is that it can be used to exchange emotions, which is also a form of exchange of benefits.

After receiving the message from Director Wang, Wen Tang went home in a good mood.

Her leg healed automatically as soon as she stepped out of the commune gate; she was no longer lame or limping.

Luo Qiao was unaware of what Wen Tang had done behind her back. All she knew was that Wen Tang had harmed her terribly, and she was determined to strengthen herself so she could get revenge.

She had just been released and was unwilling to work, claiming to be sick and refusing to get out of bed. Xu Zhongguo didn't even ask her about it, acting as if she didn't exist.

Unable to work in the fields and having rested for a day, Luo Qiao still had the energy to run to the county town.

Luo Tian still felt uneasy, so she couldn't help but advise her, "Qiao Qiao, why don't we wait a while before talking about it?"

Luo Tian always felt that it would be too risky for Luo Qiao to go to the county town at this time.

Luo Qiao didn't care. "Don't worry, all my customers are regulars. Besides, I'm being careful, and nobody knows what I'm doing."

"Will you come with me?" she invited Luo Tian.

Luo Tian thought for a moment, then shook her head, "I won't go."

Luo Qiao said, "Whatever you want. I'll bring you something delicious when I get back tonight."

"I was locked up and ate cornbread for several days, and I almost threw up."

Luo Qiao insisted on going out.

We took a tractor to the county town.

She was indeed quite cautious. First, she circled around the place where she had previously made arrangements, and only then did she dare to take out a bar of soap from her bag and shake it there.

This is a signal that she is selling counterfeit goods, and that she learned it from observing others.

Soon, someone wearing a hat quietly approached and asked, "How much?"

"The man asked in a low voice."

"Fifty cents!"

"Is there any more?"

"Ok?"

"Can you give me a discount if I buy two more?"

"I'll give you a 2-cent discount, how much do you want?"

Three pieces!

"Have!"

As Luo Qiao spoke, she rummaged through her bag.

"boom!"

"Bang!"

Luo Qiao was pinned to the ground with her hands behind her back, in the same position as Wen Tang that day, and her knee also hit the ground hard.

The contents of the bag clattered and scattered all over the floor.

Soap, shampoo, hair clips... a bunch of random things.

Soon two more people ran over, and two of them grabbed Luo Qiao's arms from either side, while the remaining person picked up all the items and took them away.