bookcurios Chapter 473 Miss 3
Chapter 473 Miss 3
Lu Yao's heart skipped a beat as she spoke.
Li Jian said, "Don't you have to study today?"
Lu Yao said, "Our school doesn't enforce attendance very strictly, so I want to wait for you to walk together."
Li Jian patted his stomach and said, "I'm a little hungry. Let's go to Kowloon Cafe for a bowl of noodles, and then I'll take you to school."
Lu Yao got into the passenger seat, and the white BMW X7 drove down the mountain.
Lu Yao's white-walled courtyard is perched halfway up the mountainside, like a bird's nest supported by clouds.
Standing on the bluestone slab in front of the courtyard and looking down, the entire valley can be seen – the villagers’ small terraced fields are pieced together like a mosaic of yellow and green, and the early rice is heading, creating shimmering green waves when the wind blows.
Further away, the mountains resemble a sleeping dragon coiled up.
The forest displays different shades of green in the morning mist: the dark green of the pines nearby, the emerald green of the maples on the hillside, and the dark green of the spruce in the distance, all gilded with a golden edge by the early summer sun.
Occasionally, egrets are startled from the forest, their snowy shadows sweeping across the verdant backdrop, like scraps of rice paper falling from a traditional Chinese ink painting.
The mountain breeze carries the slight bitterness of wild apricots and the sweet fragrance of honeysuckle.
The blue cloth shirts on the clothesline fluttered in the wind, creating a pleasant symphony with the sound of the forest breeze.
Lu Yao leaned back in her chair, the wild daisies tucked into her hair trembling in the wind. She watched the farmers below the mountain, their figures like beans, moving between the ridges of the fields. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether she was looking at a painting or being in a painting herself.
The car slowly drove through the construction site gate, and the dust it kicked up formed a hazy barrier in the sunlight.
Through the car window, dozens of villagers could be seen blocking the entrance in a fit of anger. They held up handmade banners with the words "Defend our homeland and give us back our rivers and mountains!" painted in red on rough white cloth. The paint was still wet, and blood-like red marks were still running down.
The old man at the front of the crowd wore a straw hat, and his bronze face was deeply lined with wrinkles.
He brandished the hoe, the red cloth strips wrapped around the wooden handle fluttering in the wind.
Several peasant women, their heads wrapped in headscarves, clung tightly to the tires of the construction vehicle, their rough palms still covered in fresh mud.
An old man in a white t-shirt held a megaphone, his hoarse voice breaking intermittently amidst the mechanical roar: "Defend our homeland, reclaim our rivers and mountains!"
The iron sign on the construction site fence that read "Dingwu Renovation Building" was bent crooked by the crowd and covered with muddy handprints.
A uniformed security guard was shoving a lame old man. Yellowed land requisition notices spilled from the old man's faded military green satchel, falling like withered leaves into the mud churned up by the cement mixer.
A thin old man stood at the front of the crowd, his white hair standing on end, and he looked about 80% like Huo Jingliang.
He held aloft a glass photo frame with his withered, twig-like fingers; the vermilion official seal on the land deed looked like congealed blood in the sunlight.
He held the glass photo frame with the solemnity of an imperial edict, the age spots on the back of his hand appearing and disappearing with his excited trembling.
"Everyone in these dozens of villages knows that this road belongs to my great-grandfather Lu Jiu. I have the land deed. If I don't want you to pass, I don't want you to pass. Even if the Chief Executive comes, it won't make a difference!" His hoarse roar pierced the noise as he slapped the faded calligraphy on the paper with his other hand.
A bespectacled man nearby shouted, "Dare to take a step, and dog shit will be poured over your head!"
Lu Yao pointed to the back of the crowd and said, "Brother Jian, that's my mommy!"
Li Jian parked his car on the side of the road and peered over.
I saw Ruan Yuehua standing next to a blue plastic bucket with several elderly women, stirring something.
Li Jian and Lu Yao got out of the car and walked over.
Even before getting close, you can smell a pungent stench.
Lu Yao covered her mouth and nose and said, "Mom, what are you making? It smells terrible."
Ruan Yuehua's expression was somewhat complicated when she saw her daughter and Li Jian.
She waved her hand away like she was shooing away flies, saying, "Get away, get away, this place is full of sewage, don't come any closer."
The blue plastic bucket contained black and yellow substances and emitted a foul stench.
At this moment.
An old man who looked like Huo Jingliang walked over and asked, "Hua Nu, are you ready?"
Ruan Yuehua greeted him with a smile: "Ninth Uncle, everything is ready, three thousand three."
Uncle Nine said, "So expensive?"
Ruan Yuehua counted on her fingers and said, "One bucket of night-scented perfume costs one hundred, five hundred per person. For the five of us plus 12 buckets of night-scented perfume, it's three thousand three. That's a really good deal."
Uncle Nine said, "I'll give you a round number—3000."
Ruan Yuehua said, "It's already so cheap, why are you still haggling?"
Uncle Nine said, "When that person left, he left behind his excrement. Twelve buckets of excrement cost one thousand."
Ruan Yuehua said, "Three thousand it is."
Uncle Nine took out HK$3000 and slapped it into Yuen Yuet-wah's hand.
Ruan Yuehua's warm smile froze instantly, and the corner of her mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.
She quickly turned her face away, pretending to straighten her clothes, but her lips moved slightly: "You old geezer..." These words were squeezed out from between her teeth, carrying a venomous chill.
"Something that deserves to be struck by lightning..." she added in a low voice as she turned around.
Ruan Yuehua walked back and said to the old women, "400 yuan each."
The old women beamed with joy, saying, "Thank you, thank you."
Ruan Yuehua said, "Please help me move the night-blooming jasmine over there. If any reporters come later, please remember to cry so pitifully."
Several elderly women nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, we understand."
An old woman who looked like Granny Long pulled Ruan Yuehua aside and said, "Hua-nu, you're really too honest. When A-Juan and Xiong-zai came, they only gave them 300."
The old lady continued, "I don't know if we need to fight. If we do, Xiongzi will need to pay an additional 100 dollars."
Ruan Yuehua was speechless: "No way, Aunt Jiao?"
The old woman said, "Hey, do you also get 100 points for fighting?"
Lu Yao interjected, "Mom, are we going to fight again?"
Ruan Yuehua pushed her daughter aside: "Don't get involved. Go to school already. What time is it? And tell your boyfriend to drive the car away quickly, so that if they start fighting later, he won't smother you with feces."
Lu Yao felt disgusted when she heard this, and she grabbed Li Jian's arm and prepared to leave.
Li Jian said, "No rush, let's wait and see. If your mother suffers a loss later, I can help her out."
Lu Yao's heart is now completely devoted to Li Jian, so of course she will follow his arrangements completely.
Seeing her daughter in such a state, Ruan Yuehua was at a loss.
at the same time.
Inside the container.
The bespectacled man was greeted by an old friend of his—the Third Miss.
The third young lady wore a well-tailored white coat with black satin trim that outlined an elegant curve along the lapel, making her skin appear as smooth as jade.
Her jet-black hair was neatly styled in a bun, adorned with a mutton-fat jade hairpin that gleamed with a warm, lustrous sheen.
Two South Sea pearls on her earlobes swayed gently as she turned her head, casting dappled light on the side of her neck.