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"Oh my goodness! It hurts so much! My face! My polyester clothes!"

Miao Meili's screams, like those of a pig being slaughtered, erupted from the muddy ditch.

With a sharp "rip," the cloth tore open, and a large hole was torn open at Miao Meili's chest, revealing a corner of her yellowed homespun undergarment.

Her tight black pants had two large holes at the knees from being ripped open by river pebbles, and bright red blood mixed with black mud was flowing down.

Her carefully combed hair was covered in stinking mud and dry grass, instantly transforming her from a "delicate young wife" into a stinking, muddy ghost.

"Lin...Lin Hai! Are you even a man?! Are you just going to watch me fall?!"

Miao Meili struggled to get out of the mud pit with great difficulty, her head and face covered in smelly mud, and she even spat out a rotten reed root.

She covered her exposed chest with both hands, pointed angrily at Lin Hai, and tears mixed with muddy water streamed down her face, leaving two deep furrows.

Lin Hai was standing two meters away, which was absolutely safe, with his hands tightly behind his back. He not only showed no intention of helping her out, but instead looked at her warily as if she were a thief.

He pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose with a stern and righteous tone, as if he were reprimanding a student who had skipped class:

"Comrade Miao! I, Lin, am a married man! As the sages said, 'Do not look at what is improper, do not listen to what is improper, do not do what is improper.' Your behavior is so unseemly; in public, you are disheveled and throw yourself into someone's arms. This is an insult to all civility! It is truly an insult to all civility!"

Just as Miao Meili was so angry at these outdated remarks that she was about to vomit blood on the spot, a clear and penetrating laugh suddenly came from the dirt road outside the reed marshes.

"Oh my! I wondered who was out here so early in the morning, out in the riverbank, brooding over something. Turns out it's that self-righteous Mr. Miao from our village!"

Miao Meili froze, stiffly turning her mud-covered neck.

Lin Chuan was pushing the only new Flying Pigeon bicycle in the village, with one foot on the ground. Guan Siya, with her neat ponytail, was sitting on the back seat. The two of them were standing on the path, looking at her in the ditch with a half-smile.

Guan Siya was holding a large tin megaphone, clearly having just finished broadcasting from the brigade headquarters and preparing to go home with Lin Chuan.

Looking down at Miao Meili, who was soaked to the bone and looking disheveled in the mud pit, she laughed so hard she almost fell over, her megaphone trembling, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Miao Meili, are you out of your mind to fertilize our brigade's ditch? Or are you trying to use your beauty to frame my dad?"

When Guan Siya gets sharp-tongued, she's just as venomous as her mother, Guan Hongying.

"Look at you, covered in pig dung and stinking mud, and you're spraying perfume on yourself? I bet even if you sprayed half a bottle of pesticide, it wouldn't cover up the stench you're giving off!"

Lin Chuan didn't laugh, but his cold gaze was more hurtful than any laughter.

He pushed the cart forward, firmly blocking Lin Hai's path, and glanced down at Miao Meili, his voice icy cold:

"Dad, from now on, remember to bring a dog-beating stick when you go out to recite poems in the morning. If you encounter a stray dog ​​that goes crazy and jumps on people, just hit it back into the ditch with the stick, so that your clothes don't get dirty, and even more so, so that our Guan family's reputation isn't tarnished."

"You...you've gone too far!"

Miao Meili was utterly humiliated in public by the brother and sister. Just then, several villagers who had gotten up early to work in the fields, carrying hoes, heard the commotion and came over.

When the villagers finally saw Miao Meili, barely clothed and exuding a peculiar fragrance and the stench of mud, they burst into laughter and pointed and whispered without restraint.

"Oh my god, Miao Meili is shameless! Trying to seduce Professor Lin so early in the morning!"

"Yeah, look at how ripped her collar is, the opening's so big, it's really sexy!"

"Professor Lin was too busy trying to avoid it, and this is truly a one-sided effort, utterly disgracing him!"

Hearing the piercing, knife-like laughter around her, Miao Meili's distorted vanity was utterly crushed and trampled into pieces at that moment.

In despair, she clutched her torn chest with her hands, and amidst the laughter of the crowd, she broke down in tears.

She didn't even bother with the laundry basket she'd used for the show; covered in mud and with her face hidden, she scrambled away from the scene like a stray dog.

After returning home, Miao Meili locked herself in her room and cried for a full hour.

Looking at her face in the mirror, marked with scratches from tree branches, and then at her bright red floral shirt, completely torn and beyond repair, she felt an overwhelming surge of hatred.

"Lin Hai! Guan Siya! You just wait!"

Miao Meili gritted her teeth. This shirt was her best-looking piece of clothing. Tomorrow, the town's primary school was holding a general meeting for all teachers. If she went wearing her patched-up old clothes, wouldn't she be laughed at by the city teachers in town?

"No way! Even if I have to sell everything I own, I, Miao Meili, will make a dress that's even prettier than Guan Hongying's polyester one!"

Driven to desperation, Miao Meili's vanity caused her to lose her mind.

She rummaged through drawers and even secretly pried open the old woman's broken wooden box where she hid her money. With great difficulty, she scraped together six yuan and thirty cents, and found two cloth coupons that were about to expire. With red eyes, she rushed to the commune's supply and marketing cooperative.

In the 1960s, the supply and marketing cooperative was the most bustling and impressive place in the whole town. Tall glass counters displayed all sorts of rare items that ordinary people dreamed of.

Miao Meili squeezed through the crowd, leaned over the fabric counter, and stared intently at a bright yellow piece of "Dacron" fabric on the top shelf.

The fabric feels smooth to the touch, doesn't wrinkle even without ironing, and flows beautifully when you walk in it; it's the most fashionable item right now.

"Comrade, could you please bring down that bright yellow Dacron so I can take a look?" Miao Meili deliberately used a high-pitched voice, pretending to be a worldly city dweller.

The saleswoman behind the counter was a plump woman, eating sunflower seeds. She glanced at Miao Meili from head to toe.

Although Miao Meili had washed her face, her hair was somewhat disheveled, and she was wearing an ill-fitting old blue coarse cloth blouse with two patches on the elbows.

The saleswoman curled her lip in disdain.

"Comrade, this is newly arrived Dacron from Shanghai, it's very expensive, 2.8 yuan per foot, plus two inches of industrial cloth ration coupons! Can you afford it before you take a look?"

Miao Meili was stung by that contemptuous look. She slammed her hand on the counter and screamed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"How dare you talk like that! Who said I can't afford it? I'm a teacher at the town's elementary school! Get back to me and pull it two zhang (a unit of length)!"

The saleswoman rolled her eyes, slammed the cloth onto the counter with a "bang," and skillfully measured and cut it with a wooden ruler.

"Two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), that's five yuan and six mao (0.6 yuan) in total, plus four inches of industrial cloth coupons. Give it to me!"