"It's not your fault, but you're good at flattering me."
Mu Yan didn't care about Li He's righteous words. He didn't care about tickles because he didn't have a tick on his head.
"I'm telling the truth, Old Zhao, do you remember him?"
"Zhao Yongqi from the Central Organization Department?"
Mu Yan couldn't remember why Li He mentioned him.
"His wife came from the countryside and couldn't stay at home, so she went out to sell roasted sweet potatoes. He didn't say anything."
"You're lying to me." Mu Yan still didn't believe it.
"Why would I lie to you? Why did your wife come all the way to the city?"
Mu Yan replied, "Of course she came for me. That goes without saying."
"She came all the way here for you. She's unfamiliar with the place and there's only so little chores at home. She's such a hardworking person, wouldn't she be bored to death? Sooner or later, she'll have a heart problem. Can you be happy if she's not happy? Besides, I think it's good for her to set up a stall. She'll interact with more people and have her own circle of friends. She won't be alone. She'll feel a sense of achievement when she earns her own money, which you can't give her. As for her reputation, it's fine as long as she's happy. Why should she care about others' opinions? Others will be envious of such a capable wife. If you really can't save face, then don't set up your stall in front of the school. There are so many universities nearby, you can set up your stall anywhere. "
Mu Yan said, "You make it sound nice, but think about it. They've been setting up stalls in front of the universities for a long time and there's a tacit understanding between them. You're a stranger, how would they be willing to let you steal their business? You'll be bullied. "
Li He was about to speak when Chen Yun returned to the office. Mu Yan didn't want to stay for long and left.
The more he thought about what Li He said, the more he felt it made sense.
When he returned to the dormitory, the entire corridor was filled with a pungent smell. When it was dinner time, the smoke from the pots would fill up the narrow corridor and the smoke wouldn't be able to escape from the windows at both ends of the corridor.
Yang Ling smiled when she saw Mu Yan. "Are we going to eat roasted meat tonight?"
She cut the bacon into large pieces and fried them with dried red peppers and garlic leaves in a pan of oil, making a sizzling sound.
Mu Yan put down his bag, picked up the teacup on the table out of habit, opened it and drank it. This was all made by Yang Ling when she got off work.
He sat in front of the table, waiting for the meal to start.
Yang Ling served a plate of stir-fried bacon and a plate of cold lettuce. "You have to spend money on such old bamboo shoots. I really don't know what to do. Think about it, when it rains in our house, we can dig as much as we want."
Mu Yan said, "Haven't you had enough of living in the countryside? You can't eat bamboo shoots every day. It's not like you can fill your stomach."
"That's still better than being called a country bumpkin in the city." She poured half a glass of wine for Mu Yan. "Drink some …"
"You released the scorpion?" Mu Yan looked at the ferocious scorpion in the glass bottle and shivered. He didn't dare to drink it.
"Last time when I was cleaning shoes, I found a scorpion crawling in the shoe box, so I picked it up. It's perfect to soak it in wine. Have some."
Mu Yan said, "I'm not drinking it. How can I drink it? It'll be bad if I drink it to death."
Yang Ling insisted on giving the wine to Mu Yan. "You can't drink it to death. Your father and my father also soak it in wine. Why can't you drink it? If you drink it to death, I'll just be a widow. I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of? Drink it. You'll be sweating in the middle of the night. You'll be fine after drinking the wine. "
"There's no scientific basis at all," Mu Yan opened his mouth and didn't want to continue. It would be a waste of his breath to say more. This woman was good at everything, but she was too stubborn. Sometimes, logic was not on the same line. In her eyes, being a widow was more serious than being dead.
"Can you believe me?"
"I'll drink it next time." Mu Yan's mind was still thinking about the scorpion. He had seen people drinking it in his hometown, including his father. But in his eyes, it was a sign of disrespect for science. If there was a problem, he could just go to the hospital.
Yang Ling stood beside him silently. He knew that if he didn't drink it, he wouldn't be able to have a good meal today. He could only close his eyes and pinch his nose. It was as if there was poison in his stomach.
"Slow down, slow down." Yang Ling happily picked food for him.
Mu Yan said impatiently, "Is it okay now?"
"It's okay, it's okay."
After the meal, the two of them had a good time. The grudge during dinner disappeared.
When Mu Yan told her that he allowed her to set up her stall, Yang Ling hugged Mu Yan's neck and kissed him a few times.
He still couldn't help but worry. Whenever he was free, he would hide far away and smoke. A few days before Yang Ling opened her stall, as he expected, there were people who were looking for trouble. He was outnumbered and was gloriously injured.
Yang Ling regretted it so much that she said that she would never set up her stall again.
Li He came to see Mu Yan. Seeing that he was fine, he was relieved. He smiled and said, "Do you know him?"
"Why not? He's Old Kui's nephew from the security department. He has been occupying the area at the school gate."
Since he knew him, it was easy. Li He began to call for people in the corridor. There were male teachers who could fight. There were five or six of them. They fought back that night. Except for Meng Jianguo who was a little weak, none of them were weak scholars. They were all experienced fighters.
Zha Haisheng wanted to join in the fun but was pushed aside by Li He.
Old Kui, the director of the security department, didn't dare to say anything when his nephew was beaten under his nose. The ones who beat him were either professors, the secretary of the Communist Youth League Committee, or even a section chief of the Ministry of Justice.
He didn't even have the guts to report it to the school. If he did, it would mean the end of his career as a director. He couldn't afford to offend these people. The teachers could just say that he was a hooligan and that he was acting in self-defense or acting bravely for a just cause. Then it would be over.
The key was that his nephew was really a hooligan. It was clear whether the school would listen to the hooligan or the teachers.
However, this matter was not over yet. He felt that his nephew was not miserable enough. He took a rolling pin and knocked on his nephew's head to make it bleed. After his nephew screamed, he didn't bandage his head and went to Mu Yan's door with his nephew to apologize to Mu Yan.
Mu Yan didn't want to argue with this kind of person. He said a few words and drove him away.
That was the end of the matter.
Zha Haisheng said, "Luckily I came at the right time. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to see the fun."
Li He said, "If you didn't shout at the side, he wouldn't have seen who beat him up in the dark. Now that he knows, it will be embarrassing."
Zha Haisheng said, "Don't worry. He really doesn't know what's good for him. I'll teach him a lesson."
Li Ke smiled and waved his hand. "It's okay. Old Kui is not a fool. He wouldn't dare to offend so many people at once."
Mu Yan treated everyone to a meal. After paying the bill, he complained about the loss. "How much shit does my wife have to sell to earn back?"
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