"They were chatting when someone outside shouted, ’Deng Zhiqing, Zhang Mazi is here to pick you up.’"
Everyone’s conversation came to an abrupt halt, and all eyes turned to Deng Xiaojie, whose face had gone pale.
She hadn’t lacked resistance, but Zhang Mazi had said, "If she doesn’t agree, then I’ll reveal what she paid me to do and make sure she has a hard time in Songling Village."
Having lost her honor, unless she could return to the city, no one would be willing to marry her. Moreover, knowing Zhang Mazi’s vile nature, he would certainly not let her off easily.
She took a deep breath, her gaze sweeping over everyone in the room, her eyes full of hatred. Why did it have to be me who faced such misfortune?
She stood up, picked up her bundled quilt and handbag from the ground, and walked out of the Zhiqing Point with a stern face.
Zhang Mazi had gotten a wife for nothing and was naturally overjoyed. He didn’t care what kind of expression Deng Xiaojie wore. "Wife, I’m here to pick you up," he said cheerfully.
Upon hearing Zhang Mazi’s words, tears welled in Deng Xiaojie’s eyes. No wedding ceremony, no banquet, and her reputation ruined—one could only imagine what her future days in the village would be like.
Watching her follow Zhang Mazi into the distance, the zhiqing standing within the courtyard walls all felt heavy-hearted.
「The next day was grain distribution day.」
Early in the morning, the area around the storehouse was already crowded with commune members—men were shooting the breeze, and women were gossiping animatedly.
The cadres had someone set up a table, and Accountant Lu came over, clutching his ledger.
The brigade leader, seeing everything was ready, called out loudly, "Everyone, line up and prepare for grain distribution! When your name is called, go to Accountant Lu to verify your work points."
As soon as they heard it was starting, everyone stopped chattering. Nothing was more important than grain distribution; after all, this was a matter of whether their families, young and old, would have enough to eat.
Yunyi hadn’t wanted to come so early. After all, she had few work points, and as a zhiqing, she was sure to be at the very end of the line anyway. But who would have thought Geng Erhong would run over to her place early in the morning and insist on dragging her there to join the excitement?


Yunyi thought, If she hadn’t tried to harm others, she wouldn’t be reaping these bitter consequences now.
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