Country Love: Xie Dajiao, 37, is pregnant!

Xie Guangkun squatted under the tree for a while longer, and then he saw Pi Changshan slowly walking over.

He immediately stood up, quickly went to meet him, and reached out to stop him, saying:

"Changshan, I need to talk to you for a bit, it'll take up a little of your time."

Pi Changshan sighed, knowing he had come about Yongqiang's matter, and his tone was neither warm nor cold:

"What's wrong, Dad? Just say it."

"What else could it be? It's just that brat Yongqiang's mess!"

Xie Guangkun rubbed his hands together, smiling ingratiatingly.

"Your brother-in-law is young, inexperienced, stubborn, and immature. He caused you trouble at school today and made you angry."

"You're his brother-in-law, so please be understanding and don't take it personally. I'll definitely teach him a lesson later and make him apologize to you."

Pi Changshan gave a soft hum, stood by the roadside with his arms crossed, and said with difficulty:

"Dad, you really can't blame me for this. It's not that I'm petty or irresponsible, it's just that what Yongqiang did today was so outrageous that I'm too embarrassed to tell anyone. It's too shameful."

"What exactly happened? Tell me! This child went home and said you scolded him, but he won't tell me anything else. I'm so worried!"

Pi Changshan pouted and reluctantly recounted the whole story, every sentence highlighting his grievance:

"He stood on the podium explaining math word problems to the students, and in the end, he wrote the answer directly as 'Wang Xiaomeng'!"

"Dad, tell me, is this acceptable? A teacher who is supposed to educate and nurture students is thinking about his girlfriend all day long, his mind isn't on his work at all. Isn't this just misleading students?"

"I said a few words to him in front of my colleagues, hoping it would be for his own good and to teach him a lesson. But instead, he got even worse off than me, slammed the door, and stormed out, quitting his job on the spot!"

"All the teachers in the office are watching! How am I supposed to save face as the principal? How am I supposed to discipline the other teachers in the future? I have no way to salvage this situation!"

Upon hearing this, Xie Guangkun wanted to jump up and curse, wondering what Xie Yongqiang had done, but there was nothing he could do, since Xie Yongqiang was his son.

He quickly tried to smooth things over, praising the situation repeatedly:

"Hey, he was just distracted and made a mistake. It's nothing serious. He's just young and impetuous. Don't take it to heart. I'll definitely give him a good scolding later and make him apologize to you in person."

"A typo?"

Pi Changshan shook his head, his attitude exceptionally resolute:

"Dad, his attitude towards me in front of all the teachers is unacceptable. If it were in private, it would be one thing, but to act like this in public makes it impossible for me to continue working!"

"I only have two sentences for you to consider. Either Xie Yongqiang formally and sincerely apologizes to me in front of all the teachers in the school and writes a self-criticism to completely smooth things over, or he can forget about coming back to this job. My little temple really can't support such a big Buddha."

Xie Guangkun opened his mouth, wanting to say a few more words of persuasion, but seeing Pi Changshan's unyielding attitude, he knew that it would be useless to say anything more.

He sighed heavily, utterly exhausted, and waved his hand:

"Okay, I understand. You can go home now."

Pi Changshan didn't waste any more words and left without looking back.

Xie Guangkun stood alone under the old tree, so angry that he slapped his thigh hard.

Given Xie Yongqiang's stubbornness just now, getting him to bow his head and apologize in public? That's harder than climbing to heaven!

Ugh……

……

That evening, at Lin Chen's home—

Two cars, one old and one new, were parked side by side, their tires damp and slippery with a thin layer of night dew.

Lin Chen pulled open the old car door, wanting to test drive it. He inserted the key into the lock and turned it all the way. The starter chugged and turned twice, and with a series of heavy thuds, the engine roared to life.

As the car revved up, the entire vehicle vibrated slightly, the steering wheel felt numb and my palms itched, and the gear lever left a blurry afterimage.

He lightly rested his foot on the accelerator pedal, then pressed down sharply with his ankle, lifting it off immediately after pressing it to the floor, repeating this rhythmic and fast motion.

Each time you step on the accelerator, the engine roars up suddenly, like muffled thunder rolling by, bouncing off the wall with a dull echo.

The moment the foot was lifted, the engine speed dropped sharply, the roar returned to the solid idle speed, and a puff of mixed oil and gas sprayed out from the exhaust pipe, dispersing into a semi-transparent mist in the air.

After repeatedly pressing the pedal a dozen times, the initially dry bearing friction sound gradually softened, turning from a fine scraping sound into a deep hum, and the vibration of the car body also changed from a scattered swaying feeling to a smooth and solid one.

The engine roared on and on. Lin Chen, worried about disturbing the neighbors in the middle of the night, revved the engine a few times to stop and nodded in satisfaction.

He pulled out the key, pushed open the door, got out of the car, patted the back of the old car, and indicated that the car was in good condition.

I walked around to the new car next to me and opened the door.

I took a look, and the seats were firm, much better than the old car. I inserted the key and turned it, and the starter motor spun around with a crisp sound. The engine started immediately, and just over 4000 RPM, the whole car started to vibrate slightly.

He placed his foot on the accelerator pedal as usual, pressing it down briefly and repeatedly.

The new car's engine sounded sharp and bright, and with each press of the accelerator, it roared to a high RPM, the vibrations drilling into the back through the seat frame, and the front of the car swayed little by little, much less noticeable than the old car.

With repeated taps of the accelerator, the engine jerked and revved, then suddenly stalled with two sputtering sounds. The inertia in the cylinders didn't stop immediately, causing the entire car body to shudder for three or four seconds, with faint, resonant sounds emanating from the gaps in the body panels, before gradually subsiding.

Lin Chen rested his fingertips on the edge of the steering wheel, waiting for the last trace of numbness to disappear from his fingers before pushing open the car door and standing on the ground.

Both cars were emitting a faint warmth from their hoods, indicating that there were no problems with their condition. Lin Chen was finally relieved. Cars shouldn't be left idle; they need to be used and maintained regularly.

Xie Dajiao came over, sweating profusely, took a towel and wiped Lin Chen's face, asking:

Why haven't you taken the car key out of the lock yet?

Lin Chen casually said:

"I won't unplug it tonight. It'll be easier for me to drive tomorrow morning; I won't need to unlock it. You should go to sleep; you must be tired after a long day..."

Xie Dajiao was indeed exhausted. She gave Xie Xiaomei, who was lost in thought, a pitiful look and said nothing.

……

Ever since he quit his secure teaching job in a fit of pique and had a huge fight with Xie Guangkun afterward, Xie Yongqiang felt suffocated and couldn't breathe properly.

Lying in bed, Xie Yongqiang tossed and turned, unable to sleep. His mind was a jumbled mess, filled with the image of Pi Changshan publicly humiliating him. The more Xie Yongqiang thought about it, the more aggrieved and angry he became. Was he really useless?

The house was dark and everyone in the family was fast asleep. Xie Yongqiang couldn't stay in bed any longer, so he quietly got up, grabbed a coat and put it on, then tiptoed out of the house in the dark.

The mountain village was chilly at night, and the evening breeze cleared one's mind, but couldn't dispel the sullen feeling in one's heart.

He kept his head down, holding the stun gun, and walked forward without looking back, plunging headfirst into someone's cornfield.

At this time, the corn has grown very tall, with dense clusters of corn stalks together and lush leaves. In the darkness of night, it looks like a dark, oppressive mass, and the corn cobs are all quite large.

Xie Yongqiang was not afraid of the dark at all at this moment. He was full of anger, and his internal organs were feeling uncomfortable from holding it in.

He stared at the poplar tree at the edge of the field, and all the pent-up grievances and anger exploded instantly. He raised his foot and kicked the tree trunk several times with all his might.

The soles of his shoes slammed against the tree trunk, making his feet go numb, but he wasn't satisfied at all and kicked harder and harder.

All the anger, humiliation, and job loss he suffered during the day, he wanted to vent through this feeling.

As he kicked, he clenched his fists, veins bulging in his neck, and looked up at the dark night sky, letting out a hoarse roar:

"ah--!"

A roar pierced the night, resounding loudly in the quiet cornfield.

The shout had barely faded when, from the corn stalks not far away, a startled cry suddenly came from an old man:

"Holy crap! Who is it?! In the middle of the night!"

That shout completely stunned Xie Yongqiang.

His whole body was covered in goosebumps; he was even more terrified than the man in the field.

Not daring to breathe, I quickly bent over and shrank back, slipping behind the old poplar tree and crouching down tightly against the trunk.

My heart was pounding, and only one thought filled my mind:

Oh no! Is he possessed by a ghost? When someone's luck runs out, even drinking cold water can cause them to choke!

Immediately afterwards, a rustling sound came from the cornfield next door. It was chaotic and sounded like people hurriedly getting up, pulling at their clothes, pulling up their pants, and straightening their clothes. It was very frantic.

Then an older woman's gruff voice, lowered to a whisper and full of resentment, began to complain:

"I told you not to go into this cornfield, it's stuffy, damp, and full of mosquitoes, but you wouldn't listen!"

"Look at all these mosquito bites on my butt! This place is totally unsafe. Who came up with this idiot in the middle of the night, yelling in the fields instead of sleeping? It almost scared the wits out of me!"

Immediately following, an old man's voice rang out, muffled and filled with resentment and helplessness:

"How could I have foreseen this! Who knew someone would stay up all night, running around the cornfield shouting like a madman! This is just incredibly unlucky, nothing but trouble!"

"Stop dawdling and get going! The kids are probably fast asleep by now. If we stay any longer and someone sees us, we'll lose all face!"

The two spoke in hushed tones, followed by the rustling sound of shoveling corn stalks, their footsteps hurried and flustered.

Xie Yongqiang squatted behind the tree and saw two dark figures with their heads down, walking quickly towards the village along the edge of the cornfield. Judging from their backs, they seemed to be quite old. They were probably an old married couple who wanted to try something different, but Xie Yongqiang's shout ended their relationship.

Once everyone had completely gone, Xie Yongqiang slowly emerged from behind the tree. He stood there, his face flushed with embarrassment, his toes fidgeting in his shoes.

What incredibly bad luck! I was just trying to vent my frustrations, but instead of getting my anger out, I stumbled upon this awful private matter.

(The data has dropped quite a bit, I'll try adding an extra chapter.)