Beautiful beauties in the 80s courtyard

Chapter 240 Suffering is coming? Why should it be?!

Wu Xiaoxia finished speaking in one breath.

Sister Qiao nodded in satisfaction. She pulled Wu Xiaoxia aside and whispered to her, "Xiaoxia, you're right to think that way. There's truth to the saying 'A good horse doesn't eat the grass it's already grazed.' Look at Meng Liben, apart from being infertile, in what way is he not better than Ding Zichuan?"

"Besides, times are changing, and maybe medical technology will improve in the future and this disease will be curable."

"So what if it can't be cured? You already have two children, that's enough for this lifetime. You've raised them both to adulthood. When you're old, you two will be companions."

To be honest, relying on your children to support you in your old age is really unreliable.

You're saying we're all working now, where do we find the time to take care of the elderly? Then what's the difference between our children and us in the future?
First and foremost, we need to make sure we're living a good life. Otherwise, what's the point of coming into this world?
"So, I'm suffering? Why should I?"

Wu Xiaoxia nodded knowingly and said, "Yes, I know what I should and shouldn't do. Thank you and Qiao Ge."

She smiled at Lu Qiaoge, but didn't look at Ding Zichuan or Chen Dafeng. She didn't even glance at Chen Dafeng, as if he didn't exist.

Chen Dafeng finally felt embarrassed and annoyed.

She wanted to say something, but what could she say?

She wasn't familiar with any of them, and besides swearing, she had no other topics to talk about. But with Lu Qiaoge around, she didn't dare to swear. What if Lu Qiaoge caught her and sent her to the security department?
Besides, this girl is incredibly strong.

Meng Liben also thanked Lu Qiaoge and Sister Qiao. Sister Qiao waved her hand but didn't say anything else.

She and Lu Qiaoge are colleagues; they are essentially one entity.

Furthermore, if you and Qiao Ge are too clear about this aspect, it will make your relationship distant.

Meng Liben gave Ding Zichuan a warning glance, knowing he wouldn't be so lenient if there was a next time.

They're like mangy dogs, truly despicable.

Sister Qiao also found it amazing that Chen Dafeng didn't say anything.

It seems that the saying "brine for curdling tofu" is truly true; one thing can subdue another.

She looked at Lu Qiaoge, wondering how he would handle the two people.

Unexpectedly, Ding Zichuan suddenly shouted, "You're from the neighborhood committee. I want to divorce Chen Dafeng now. I can't live with her for another day."

Chen Dafeng was stunned for a moment, then jumped up and pounced on Ding Zichuan, cursing, "You heartless bastard, if you dare to divorce me, I'll hang myself at your front door!"

Ding Zichuan shoved her away and roared, "Then go ahead, go hang yourself."

Sister Qiao scolded, "Alright, you two aren't children anymore. Who are you trying to convince with your dramatic threats? If you can make it work, then make it work. Is marriage really that easy? Besides, if you really want a divorce, you should discuss it at home. Why are you shouting at us in the street? Do you expect us to just follow you around and settle your case?"

This was the first time Lu Qiaoge had ever seen Sister Qiao get angry.

It's easy to imagine that Sister Qiao really couldn't hold back anymore.

Lu Qiaoge didn't say anything. Neither of them was a good person; they were both capable of causing trouble. Why get a divorce? They could just live together for the rest of their lives and avoid hurting others.

Everyone says to press on with one burst of energy, and Ding Zichuan relied on that to make things happen. Now that Wu Xiaoxia and Meng Liben are gone, he suddenly feels completely powerless.

What can we do at this point?
He couldn't bear the shame of being seen with that shrew Chen Dafeng in public.

So Ding Zichuan pursed his lips, frowned, and walked forward without looking back.

So what can Chen Dafeng do?

She dared not cause trouble for Lu Qiaoge, much less for Sister Qiao.

He could only grit his teeth and glare at the two of them, then stomped his foot and angrily chased after Ding Zichuan.

Sister Qiao glanced at the time, then grabbed Lu Qiaoge's hand and said, "Don't be late, hurry home for dinner."

In the afternoon, Sister Qiao reported the dispute that Lu Qiaoge had handled at noon to Director Hu and Deputy Director Huang.

Old Hu didn't know, but Huang Juan did hear about it.

She suggested to Lao Hu, "I think we should strengthen our learning now. Ideological education has become lax. Look at these people, so lawless, spewing vulgarities as if they don't need to take responsibility for their words. If this continues, they'll definitely cause big trouble, especially those gossipy women in the family compound who like to spread rumors and slander. They need to be properly educated." So, the two directors decided to hold a study session every Saturday evening.

The weather is nice now, so we're just sitting in the open space of the family compound.

Some comrades from the neighborhood committee came to give a lecture to the family members.

For an hour, it was mostly newspaper content.

Lu Qiaoge is taking the lead; this Saturday she will be giving a moral education class to the residents of the family compounds in districts one through three.

Then, at the night school, Lao Hu and Lao Huang easily found a teacher.

They don't ask for a salary and are willing to impart their knowledge.

They also thanked the Xiangyang Subdistrict Office for giving them this opportunity.

So Shao Le posted a notice at the main gate that the night school was preparing to officially start classes on September 1st.

Unexpectedly, the night school was handed over to Shao Le to take charge of.

Shao Le has been working at the police station lately, doing nothing but mundane tasks every day. He really wants to do something big like Lu Qiaoge.

Unfortunately, there was no chance.

At this moment, Shao Le was very excited and rubbed his hands together as he went to Lu Qiaoge: "Was it you who suggested to the leader that I be in charge of the night school? Thank you."

Lu Qiaoge glanced at Shao Le and said with a smile, "Working at night school is also very hard. Night school, as the name suggests, means you have to work at night. I really didn't suggest you go, but our director decided to let you go, so he must think you are very suitable for this position. But it is definitely going to be hard."

Shao Le waved his hand and said, "I'm not afraid of hardship or fatigue, I'm just afraid of having nothing to do. By the way, tell me how I should start working at the night school?"

Lu Qiaoge readily shared her proposed plan with Shao Le.

Shao Le listened and took notes.

If you don't understand something, ask Lu Qiaoge. If you really don't understand, write it down in your notebook. Lu Qiaoge also told him that he would naturally understand when problems arise at work.

In fact, night schools are much simpler to operate than food factories and handicraft factories.

But Lu Qiaoge didn't say this.

In her plan, the military factory should have its own vocational and technical college.

Ideally, it should be completed next year.

That would not only solve the employment problem for a large number of children, but it would also be an achievement for her.

Lu Qiaoge thought to herself with delight, how far could she go if she continued like this?
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She hadn't seen Qin Hengzhi for three days. When Qin Hengzhi came to pick Lu Qiaoge up for dinner, she learned that the old gold mine had been taken over by the Gold Army.

Qin Hengzhi took Lu Qiaoge to Wangjiang Tower, where it was just the two of them.

The sun was shining brightly, but the air was slightly cool due to the refreshing influence of the river.

In the private room by the window, the wooden lattice window was half open, framing a bay of clear water as a natural landscape painting.

This place is truly beautiful, the air is fresh, and even the breeze seems to carry the aroma of grains.

Lu Qiaoge leaned back comfortably in her chair, slowly sipping her tea.

Qin Hengzhi glanced at her silently, always able to discern something different in her calm and composed demeanor.

Her fingers, long and slender, held the cup with jade-like knuckles; her movements as she poured the tea were fluid and graceful.

She can be as sharp and piercing as a drawn sword, or as gentle and tender as a spring stream.

Qin Heng sighed. What a complicated little girl!

(End of this chapter)