An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 23 Borrowing Money
Meng Youyou walked out of the house and hurried towards the house closest to Xiaofeng's.

The house looked ordinary, the most common type in the village. It had a yard surrounded by a fence, which was old and crooked, and in some places it was reinforced with hemp rope.

Several chickens were pecking at food in the yard, occasionally making clucking sounds.

Meng Youyou stepped forward and knocked on the door. After a short while, the door opened.

A girl who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old appeared before them.

She was wearing a faded light blue shirt with a slightly yellowed collar, indicating that it had been around for quite some time.

He wore a pair of black coarse cloth trousers, which were obviously a bit too big. The cuffs were neatly rolled up several times, making them look somewhat clumsy.

The girl's hair was simply combed back, with a few strands falling on either side of her face. Her slightly slender figure revealed the elegant temperament that only students of this age possess.

For some reason, the first thing Meng Youyou noticed when she saw her was a faint sadness in her eyes. She looked like a flower that had been soaked by the rain, listless and dispirited.

She lacked the vitality that a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl should have.

Meng Youyou smiled politely and gently explained her purpose: "Hello, I'm a member of the military's village assistance team who just arrived in the village. I'd like to borrow a pair of scissors, is that alright?"

The girl didn't react much to his words, only nodding slightly: "Okay, wait a moment." Then she turned and went inside to get the scissors.

While waiting, Meng Youyou looked around the yard and her eyes fell on a large pile of sorghum stalks in the corner. An idea struck her.

When the girl returned, she handed the scissors to Meng Youyou. Meng Youyou took them and said somewhat shyly, "I see that you have a lot of sorghum stalks. I want to make a broom, but I don't have enough. Could I ask you for some? I can pay you."

A barely perceptible ripple flashed in the girl's eyes, like a tiny wave on a calm lake, containing a hint of surprise and a touch of joy.

Her lips parted slightly and then closed again, finally she just said softly, "No money needed, no money needed. The pile outside in the yard has gotten damp, but there's some dry stuff inside, I'll go get you some."

After saying that, she quickly turned around and ran back into the house.

Meng Youyou stood at the door waiting when suddenly, a sharp middle-aged woman's voice came from inside the house: "Is that little bastard Yang Xiaofeng coming over again to ask for sorghum stalks? Why are you giving them to him? We don't even have enough sorghum stalks for firewood, and you still want to give them away. You good-for-nothing, spendthrift!"

The sound, like a broken gong, rang out abruptly in the courtyard, every word filled with malice.

……

Meng Youyou walked back carrying the sorghum stalks, feeling increasingly annoyed and regretful that she hadn't insisted on paying earlier.

Before long, Meng Youyou returned to Xiaofeng's house.

She stepped into the house and saw Xiaofeng sitting alone on the floor, staring blankly with empty, lifeless eyes.

Meng Youyou walked quietly to Xiaofeng's side and said gently, "Xiaofeng, I'm back."

……

After returning to the campsite that night, Meng Youyou was in a gloomy mood. She barely ate any dinner before leaving and sat alone on the brownish-green rock with a troubled expression, as if she was pondering something.
"Sigh... I should have cashed the money on that draft."

After a deep internal struggle, Meng Youyou stood up, brushing the dust off her pants.

She stood on the rock and began searching for Huo Qingshan's figure... She looked left... She looked right... Hey... He seems to be there?
After locking onto her target, Meng Youyou walked resolutely toward the person.

As she approached the man, Meng Youyou put on a fawning smile and called out in a sweet, soft voice, "Battalion Commander Huo~"

Huo Qingshan's brow twitched: "..."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of surprise flashing across them, but it was quickly replaced by a greater sense of inquiry. Huo Qingshan raised an eyebrow and replied with interest, "What is it?"

Meng Youyou: "..."

"Am I being that obvious?"

Meng Youyou chuckled dryly twice: "Well, I do have something to ask you, but there are too many people here and it's not convenient to talk about it. Could you come with me for a moment?"

Meng Youyou led the man to the back of the tent.

The two stood facing each other.

Meng Youyou took a deep breath, as if she had made a great decision, and then spoke with some difficulty: "Um... last time... I was saying..."

Huo Qingshan leisurely observed the extremely rich facial expressions on the person opposite him, which turned red and white in turn, quite interesting.

After struggling for a long time, Meng Youyou finally mustered up the courage and, with a look of grim determination, blurted out, "Could you return half of the hundred yuan I owed you last time?"

Huo Qingshan couldn't help but laugh out loud, and couldn't help but tease, "Meng, the translator who is usually so generous, would even give me a three-cent tip when she asked someone to run an errand. Why is she now asking for the money back after she returned it?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Youyou's face instantly turned as red as if it had been scorched by fire.

"As expected! What goes around comes around! Who told her to be so arrogant last time, slapping money in front of him and spouting that bullshit about giving him a three-cent tip..."

Here comes the boomerang!
Leave something behind today, so we can meet again someday...

If only I had known this would happen, why did I do it in the first place?

Alas... it's too late for regrets!

Meng Youyou explained somewhat embarrassedly, "I've only been here for less than half a month, and I haven't been paid yet. I'm a little short on cash right now. Please forgive me and give me fifty back first. I'll pay you back when I have the money."

The man narrowed his dark eyes. "Didn't your family send you money?"

Meng Youyou thought of the bank draft she found in her suitcase, and figured it must have been left to her by her family in the capital. "They gave me a bank draft, but I haven't had time to withdraw the money."

Don't worry, as soon as this charity event is over, I'll withdraw the money and pay you back as soon as I get back. I'll even give you extra interest this time, how about that?"

"Still Sanmao?" the man asked with a playful tone.

Meng Youyou: "..."

"Isn't this person far too vengeful?"

Huo Qingshan took out five ten-yuan bills from his pocket and handed them over: "No need for interest. Since you're borrowing from me, you can pay me back with your future salary. I don't want the money in the draft."

Meng Youyou smiled obsequiously, quickly reaching out to take it, her tone respectful yet self-aware: "Thank you, Battalion Commander Huo!"

"Whatever, money talks."

Huo Qingshan turned to leave, then paused, leaving behind the words: "If it's not enough, just tell me."

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