Deng Jinxiu thought her son's angry words were cute and said with a smile: "Okay, then you can really like Jinbao. Mom won't stop you."
When she went to Su's house with the bird eggs, she met several women walking towards her.
"Ah! Tiesheng Niang, what is that thing you are holding in your hand? Is it a bird egg?"
"Yes," Deng Jinxiu nodded, "Qiao Niuer climbed a tree and picked it up just now."
"Oh, this must be such good luck. My son climbs trees every day, but why have I never seen him pick up bird eggs and bring them home?"
After one woman finished speaking, another woman standing next to her asked doubtfully: "Tiesheng Niang, where are you going with these eggs?"
"Go to Su's house, these eggs are for Jin Bao."
"To Jinbao? Aunt Li's little granddaughter?" Many people gathered around, "Why give it to her?"
Everyone was talking to each other and asking questions non-stop. Some people even said shamelessly: "If there are too many eggs to eat, you can give them to my house."
Deng Jinxiu was afraid that the eggs would be squeezed out by them, so she hurriedly said that her Qiao Niu had picked up the eggs after holding Jin Bao's hand, and she could only give Jin Bao this egg.
"Okay, okay, please stop hanging around me. I've finished delivering the eggs and I'm rushing home to cook."
"What do you mean?" The women were still surrounding Deng Jinxiu, "What do you mean by holding Jin Bao's hand to pick up a bird's egg? Tiesheng Niang, please explain it clearly."
Deng Jinxiu said that his daughter went to Su's house yesterday to play with Jinbao, and today she picked up bird eggs. She felt that picking up eggs must be due to Jinbao's good luck.
Her words spread from person to person, and soon everyone in the village had spread the word.
Most children in rural areas have to help their families with farm work, or go up the mountain to chop wood or carry water down the mountain, cut pig grass, pick up dead branches, wash clothes...
Because of Deng Jinxiu's words, many people refused to let their sons work and sent them to play with Jinbao, leaving their daughters at home to work.
At the Wang family, Wang Gui and his wife discussed whether to send Xiao Hua to the Su family to play with Jin Bao.
"What kind of lucky star is it? I don't believe that Jinbao is any kind of lucky star."
"You were pooped on by birds twice in a row. You still don't believe it?" Wang Gui said with a smile.
Huang Cuizhi's old face was red, angry and ashamed.
Seeing that her husband seemed to be laughing at her, she scolded: "Why are you laughing? What's so funny? Your wife is being bullied like that, and you can still laugh."
"I didn't want to laugh, it's really... Oh, okay, okay, I don't want to laugh, I won't laugh, okay?"
Wang Gui coughed, tried hard to hold back his laughter, and pulled his wife to sit next to him.
"Cuizhi, I think that little girl Jinbao is indeed a bit evil. We have all learned her lesson. Otherwise, we'd better not get into trouble with the Su family."
"What do you mean? You don't want me to apologize to the Su family, do you?"
Wang Gui pursed his lips, "Of course it's best if you can apologize. Who wants to go against the little lucky star? Not to mention not getting lucky, there is a chance that he will become more and more unlucky."
As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Cuizhi was so angry that she stood up suddenly, "Then Su Xiaowu poured dirty water on me for nothing and ruined my reputation. If you don't help me, you still want me to apologize?"
"This is all a misunderstanding..."
"What misunderstanding? He did it on purpose! I said bad things about his sister before, and he hit me on the head with a slingshot. Later, he spread that rumor just to make the whole village laugh at me! What a naughty kid!
?I have never seen such a gangster."
Mentioning that bastard Su Xiaowu, Huang Cuizhi was so angry that her whole body was shaking.
She was over sixty years old, and she was laughed at for no reason, and she felt like hitting the wall.
Want her to apologize? Unless she dies...
"Do you know how people laugh at me now?"
Wang Gui asked: "What's the joke?"
"Don't say anything, just laugh when you see me! What are you laughing at? Everyone is covering their mouths and laughing. I really want to walk up and slap them to death."
After Huang Cuizhi finished speaking, her husband stood up and patted her twice on the shoulder, "No one will remember it in two days, so don't keep thinking about it."
"Hmph!" Huang Cuizhi stomped her feet vigorously, "Then if Su Xiaowu doesn't kowtow to me and admit his mistake, I will never be done with the old Su family anyway."
For fear that she would do something outrageous, Wang Gui said hurriedly: "Don't go to Su's house to make trouble again. I just got pooped on by birds on my head these two times. I don't know what bad luck will happen next time."
Son."
"Coward!" Huang Cuizhi cursed at her husband, "You are afraid of that Jinbao, but I am not."
After saying that, she walked out the door angrily.
Wang Gui walked to the door and sighed, "Hey! This old woman is really awesome."
In the next few days, the little girls who had the opportunity to play with Jinbao got something at home.
Some people picked up a basket of ground fungus, some people picked up a bag of wild mushrooms, and some people dug up five white radishes and two large yams.
Although they are just ordinary vegetables, because people in the village eat sweet potatoes and wild vegetables every day, it is rare to find rare vegetables to improve the food, and I feel very happy.
After they got the food, they followed Deng Jinxiu's method and sent half of it to Su's house for Jin Bao to eat.
In the canteen of the production brigade, everyone was talking about little Jinbao all day long.
Seeing that the captain will be changed in half a month, someone suggested that Su Siyong or Su Xiaomeng be the captain because they are little Lucky Star's uncles.
"If we let them serve as captains, maybe the harvest in our fields can be doubled several times, don't you think so?"
"Yes, their little niece is a lucky star. She will definitely bring blessings to our production team."
In the crowd, Liu Shumei couldn't help but say: "Accountant Su is Jinbao's second uncle. I think it would be good for him to be the captain. He has knowledge..."
"If Accountant Su becomes the captain, who will settle the accounts for us in the future?"
"That's right. I don't even know what one plus one equals. The abacus beads give me a headache. Accountant Su should continue to be an accountant."
While everyone was chatting, Li Dashu suddenly walked into the cafeteria from the back door and asked loudly: "If you don't have a good meal, what are you talking about?"
In an instant, everyone stopped talking and sat back at the table, immersed in eating wild vegetable paste.
"Why are they all mute?" Li Dashu sneered and asked, "What? You said some things behind your back, but you didn't dare to say anything in front of me?"
One of the younger men, about twenty-three years old, stood up and said, "Captain Li, we are talking about who should be the captain. If you want to hear it, we can also talk to you."
His name is Ma Guanghua, everyone calls him Hua Zi. Like Su Xiaomeng, he is a breeder and is responsible for raising cattle, horses, mules and donkeys in the production team.
He was the first one to propose that Xiao Meng be the captain. The two of them lived in a breeding yard and had a better relationship than the others.
"I want to hear it. Tell me, who do you want to vote for as captain?" Li Dashu asked.
Ma Guanghua said: "I vote for Xiaomeng!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Dashu burst into laughter, "If I remember correctly, Su Xiaomeng doesn't seem to know a single Chinese character? Is the threshold for a production team leader so low? Can he even be an illiterate? You will need to write a letter of introduction in the future.