Wu Yuxian locked the wooden fence gate on the fence and walked in the streets of Kangjia Village. Married and entered the small courtyard of Qinwa's house, she rarely walked around in the middle of the village. The work in the field, the father and son are not enough to clean up, and there is no need for her to interfere. The water in the tank did not wait for the end, and Qinwa was full again. She scrupulously adhered to her mother's instructions before she got married: go to the door, don't say anything about right and wrong, a woman's family goes to a village, her reputation falls, and she can't get it back for the rest of her life. In the mother's house, in the mother-in-law's house!

In the two or three months since she came to Kangjia Village, she has gradually gained the evaluation of her good daughter-in-law. She walked through the streets, which were still somewhat unfamiliar, and seemed to feel that in every gatehouse, new or old, there was a peep at her. It was difficult to be a daughter-in-law, so she walked slowly and generously, inevitably and formidably, and finally walked to the door of the ancestral hall in the center of the village, which was the site of the winter school. There are three people at the door, a group of five, surrounded by girls and daughters-in-law, all of whom are women's world.

She walked into the door of the ancestral hall with peeling black paint, and when she heard Qinwa introduce her to the personnel situation of Kangjia Village, she said that this is the ancestral hall of the nine families of Caidong Kanglao, and it has always been the place where Caidong welcomes the joint security officials. The poor farmer in Kangjia Village passed by the door, and he didn't even have the courage to look at it. Once it is rumored to be drunk here, it will be unlucky. This is a mysterious and eerie place, those old farmers in Kangjia Village, whose names she still can't remember, can't pay taxes and donations, and are hung on the big locust tree in the courtyard all night long...... Now, men and women go to winter school here, with men concentrated in the evening and women concentrated in the afterglow.

There are several square tables and bars in the ancestral hall, which were temporarily borrowed from this family. Okhyun sat down at the last table, listening to the women chirping and laughing, and she smiled and did not interject.

Sister-in-law Jin and the village chief led a gentleman in. She looked over the shoulders of the two women sitting in front of her, and saw the white face of a young man, and was slightly surprised, and she had the impression that the gentlemen in the village private school were all old men in robes and top hats, but this was a young doll about twenty years old, and the gentleman of the new society was so young!

The village chief said that he had something to do and took his leave. Sister-in-law Jin also sat down at a square table, and Teacher Yang gave a lecture.

Okhyun sat in the back, she had an insurmountable shyness, and she didn't dare to look at the new teacher's dress and look at his appearance like the women on the left and right, blinking her eyes and carefully watching the new teacher's dress. She saw at a glance that this was a very cute little white face, with good facial features, happy eyes, civilized hair on his head, and a lock of eyes that always pounced on his eyes, and as soon as he spoke, he threw it back, provoking the rare and strange country women to eat and laugh. Yuxian only remembered that there was a row of brushed hair on the back of his grandfather's head, and the men of his father's generation were all shaved heads, and civilized people kept a head of black hair, which was much better than a shaved head.

The teacher spoke, amiably and amiably, with a smile on the corners of his mouth and eyes, and talked about the truth that women in the new society are equal, and it is absolutely impossible to do without culture. As he spoke, he called out his name.

He glanced down at the roll call, and raised his head to call out a name, and the woman who was called often sat in a daze, and only after someone stabbed her in the waist did she stand up embarrassedly—they had never heard their names called, but they were used to hearing the names of "Niu'er's mother," "sixth aunt," and "eighth sister-in-law," and they couldn't remember their own names—causing a burst of laughter.

While waiting, she heard the voice of a strange and soft-voiced man calling "Wu Yuxian", her heart jumped suddenly, she stood up with her head down, and then sat down again.

After the roll call, Teacher Yang wrote the words "Women's Liberation, Equality between Men and Women" on the blackboard, and when she turned around to read it, the pair of kind eyes crossed the top of the head of the woman in the front row of the ancestral hall, and looked straight at Yuxian's face. She couldn't bear the indescribable feeling in those eyes...... She can't even remember any of the words taught!

In just ten days, Teacher Yang and the women in the winter school women's class in Kangjia Village have become familiar with each other like people from a village. In addition to teaching words and literacy, they often sit together before and after class to play family routines, tell jokes, and a few older aunts actually ask if they have a daughter-in-law and want to be a matchmaker for him.

Teacher Yang smiled and said that he had no lover, but refused to allow anyone to mediate for him. He loudly taught the women songs, "Women Turn Over", "Volunteer Army Battle Song". Before class, I told some stories far away from Kangjia Village and even foreign countries, how Soviet women went to university like men, became officials in **, and worked together on collective farms to make crops, which is just like a myth in the sky.

Yuxian still sat far away at the table in the back row, she didn't squeeze into the front of Teacher Yang, at most stood on the periphery, silently listening to the teacher's answers to women's long and short questions, and trying not to laugh out loud. She knew that in addition to her young age and being a new daughter-in-law, there was also a sense of confusion that restricted her from talking to Teacher Yang as freely as other women.

After Mr. Yang finished teaching literacy, he asked the women to practice writing on their own books, and he walked around the corridor between the desks, teaching individual reading to people who had forgotten the pronunciation of a certain character, and correcting the mistakes of those who had written the wrong strokes of Chinese characters. Yuxian couldn't write the word "turn" together with "turn over", and wanted to ask Teacher Yang, but he didn't have the courage to speak. Again and again, Teacher Yang walked past her.

"It's a mistake. ”

Teacher Yang's voice sounded next to her, and then she leaned down, grabbed her hand holding the pen, and rewrote the word "turn". Her hands were clenched tightly by a pair of white, soft hands, moving mechanically and passively, her jaw brushing the sideburns beside her ears, sniffing the snorts of strange men.

"See? This one can't be connected!"

Teacher Yang walked away, and then bent down in front of the ugliest mother-in-law, and said in the same tone: "You lost one side of this word, did you sell it to anyone?"

The mother-in-law and the women laughed, and Okhyun seemed to be freed from the tense dilemma in this laughter.

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The cute image of the young teacher Yang broke into the heart of the new eighteen-year-old daughter-in-law, Wu Yuxian......

She sat under the locust tree in the small courtyard, holding the soles of her splints in her arms, and two chirping birds chased and frolicked among the branches. Teacher Yang seemed to be standing right in front of her, smiling passionately. He writes on the blackboard in a chic posture, speaks so well in his ears, knows so much about China and foreign countries, sings so beautifully, dresses cleanly, and has a kind attitude, how can you see such an elegant young man in the countryside!

In contrast, her man is diligent...... Hey, it's just dull. When she got married, although she was not disgusted, she was by no means thrilling. He was industrious, honest, and frugal, but he also seemed clumsy, rude, and blunt, and he would not say the few thoughtful words that women loved to hear...... Hey, as the saying goes, people are harder than people!

The new society advocates the freedom of marriage and resolutely opposes the sale and arrangement, which is what Mr. Yang said in the ancestral hall of Dongxue. She had grown eighteen years old, and now she heard such fresh words, and she was first surprised, and then she felt a sense of remorse. When you get married and go out, your parents have done it for their daughters since ancient times. By the time she knew the good policy of marital autonomy, she was already Kang Qinwa's daughter-in-law. It would be nice if you chose your son-in-law by yourself...... Then she must choose someone who is more awake than Qinwa. It's a pity that she's already married, so there's no such free choice......

Why did Teacher Yang look at her with such eyes? The impression of holding her hand and helping her write the word "turn" is unforgettable, and it seems that there is still residual warmth on the back of her hand. Yesterday evening, after Ms. Yang finished teaching, she was going back to the central primary school in Mulberry Town, passing by her door, she looked in, she was pulling wheat straw in front of the firewood pile in the yard, preparing to cook dinner for her father-in-law. Teacher Yang smiled and stopped at the door. She wanted to politely let Teacher Yang sit in the room, but she didn't say anything. When her father-in-law and Qinwa were not at home, what would the neighbors say if they called such a young person into the house? When she saw Teacher Yang standing still, she decided that something was wrong, so she walked to the door, greeted her, and said, "Teacher Yang, are you going back?" Teacher Yang happily agreed, rummaged through the tight cloth pocket in his hand, pulled out a crusty notebook, then looked left and right, stuffed it into her arms, and said, "Use it for you!" She was startled, and just wanted to excuse herself, Teacher Yang had already turned around and left. It was like he had brought her something for someone else, so that even if others saw it, there was no doubt about it. She didn't dare to chase after it and return it, in that case, the result could be worse. She immediately turned around, picked up the firewood and went into the house. should return the book to others, such an unclear thing, how can she take it to the ancestral hall of Shangdong School to write?

He's interested in her, Okhyun judges. There are so many women in Kangjia Village who go to winter school, why did he give her a notebook alone? The way he looked at her was different from the way he looked at other women. After he helped her write, he immediately grabbed the ugliest daughter-in-law's handwriting, just to make a show and use it as a cover.

Wu Yuxian, the new eighteen-year-old daughter-in-law who has been married for a few months, although she has just begun to recognize and write her name, her analysis of Mr. Yang's behavior and psychology is meticulous and rigorous. She asked herself again, how could someone as elegant as Teacher Yang be interested in her, a stupid country woman? Besides, she was already married...... Foolish thoughts! It's just a wild guess.

Both affirmations and negatives are difficult. She faintly felt the danger lurking under this kind of disordered thinking, so she warned herself: Don't guess wildly, she is already a person in the small courtyard of the Kang family, how can she think of another man? Freedom of marriage, Teacher Yang said vigorously, but it is not easy to implement in the countryside......

The development of things soon pushed Wu Yuxian, the little daughter-in-law of the farmer, to a terrible and joyful point-

It was Yuxian's turn to take care of Teacher Yang's food. Her husband, Qinwa, promised 20 stacks of adobe to Guanjia Village, 20 miles away, saying that he couldn't rush back every day, because the road was too far. My father-in-law was digging adobe in a nearby village and could only return at night. When he went out in the morning, he said, "Get the meal ready." Comrades in the public family, they can only eat once in our house in a few years, don't be stingy!" She did everything she had at home, baked the dough pancakes, and rolled out the slender noodles. The spicy seeds were poured with cooked oil, and the chopped green onions were also fried with an iron spoon, and placed on a small table in the courtyard along with salt noodles and sauce and vinegar.

Teacher Yang walked in, smiled, sat down at the small table in the courtyard, looked around the simple and tidy courtyard, and asked her who was in the house, why there was no one. She truthfully answered where her father-in-law and husband went, and found that Teacher Yang suddenly became calm, her eyes flashed with lively brilliance, stared at her and smiled: "Then you are the shopkeeper." She didn't seem to be able to accept the obvious teasing gaze, and walked into the stove with her head down, scooping up a spoon and scooping up the rice. At this time, her heart was pounding under the jacket and she couldn't calm down.

She walked to the small courtyard with her rice bowl and handed it to Teacher Yang with both hands. Teacher Yang hurriedly stood up, and when she took the bowl with both hands, she pinched it together with her fingers. Her face heated, and she withdrew her hand, glancing at the hidden wooden gate, but fortunately there was no one moving at the door. Teacher Yang smiled absently, as if by accident, and sat on a small stool, picked up the slender noodles with chopsticks, and loudly praised her for her kneeling skills, which he had eaten for the first time in his life.

"Teacher Yang, you eat by yourself. When I go to the outhouse, there is no one to accompany you. Yuxian said, and turned and walked away.

"Bring the food too, and we'll eat it together. Teacher Yang said, "Are men and women equal?

"No......" Yuxian stopped, he actually said "lets"......

"Hah! We talk about women emancipating all day long, but we still can't liberate you from the stove. Teacher Yang said with emotion, "The backward forces are too serious......

She had already walked into her small room, and took out the hardcover book that Teacher Yang had given her that evening from the baggage of the box, and now was the best time to return it. What does it mean for her to accept such an object? She walked up to Teacher Yang, put the smooth hard cover book on the small table in front of Teacher Yang, and said, "I don't need ......."

"Hmm......" Teacher Yang was stunned for a moment, raised his head to look at her, a look of embarrassment appeared in his eyes, his face was also red, ashamed, and explained, "I see that you have run out of homework books...... Just buy this, don't you ...... If you like it......"

"I don't need it. Yuxian saw Teacher Yang's embarrassed appearance and realized that his behavior was too abrupt. She didn't want to answer whether she liked the crusty book or not, but said that the motivation for returning it was useless, "You cultural people...... It should be used. ”

"Hah! What a good one!" Teacher Yang listened, and had fully realized the psychology of a self-respecting peasant woman, and her face and eyes regained a lively demeanor, "It's okay......

Yuxian walked into the small stove room, sat on the wooden pier, and waited for Teacher Yang to finish eating, and she would go to scoop it again. When she was at her mother's house, guests came to the house, and her father and brother always accompanied her to eat, and she stayed in the stove room with her mother, which was a habit, and everyone was like this.

She sat down, feeling uneasy, depressed and nervous, when she became more and more clearly aware of the true meaning of Teacher Yang's series of actions, she was a little scared, and warned herself: hold steady! However, she was very panicked in her heart, and she couldn't hold it ......

At this moment, it was dark in the small stove room. As soon as Yuxian looked up, Teacher Yang walked into the narrow doorway of the small stove room, holding the empty bowl of noodles that had eaten and drunk the noodles in his hand, and scooped the rice himself.

"Hey, it's rude to let the guests scoop their own food. Yuxian hurriedly stood up from the wooden pier under the stove pot and reached out to take the bowl, "You go and sit down, I'll bring it to you." ”

"In the new society, don't you want to exploit people!" Teacher Yang grabbed the bowl and smiled, staring into her eyes and smiling, "Do it yourself, eat and drink to your heart's content." ”

"I can't do it...... Let me scoop ......"

"Alright, alright...... Scoop ...... yourself"

Two hands are fighting for a bowl, pulling back and forth.

Yuxian's waist was wrapped around one arm, "no ......" voice was too weak, without any deterrent power, and the hot blood that suddenly surged to her face made her dazzled and wanted to shout, but she had no strength or courage, and her lips were soon squeezed tightly and couldn't open...... Her hands with stone bracelets involuntarily hooked onto the shoulders of the strange man......