Hairtail fish

The day the city return quota came down, Brother Shuhao's little green plum knelt down in front of everyone to me.
"Sister Shuyi, I will never dare to fight with you for Brother Shuhao again, nor will I dare to covet your city return quota. Please let me go, don't let me sleep with the old widower in the village!"
As the team leader of the educated youth, Brother Shuhao was furious and accused me of being jealous and vicious, and decisively gave my quota to the little green plum.
They left the mountain area and sent me to the poorest and most backward village to "atone".
Three years later, Brother Shuhao finally remembered me and came with the little green plum who was admitted with him to Qingbei University to pick me up back to the city.
But they saw me in the middle of summer, wearing a dirty cotton jacket, kneeling on the ground scrubbing shorts for the poorest old widower in the village.
When I saw someone coming, I was not ashamed at all, but moved stiffly to Brother Shuhao's feet on my knees and skillfully unbuttoned his collar.
"A slut will be obedient, will give birth to children for the new master, begging the master not to hit the slut..."


Sent to the Countryside by Brother Shuhao's Little Green Plum, My Boyfriend Regrets

I have sent letters to Shen Shuhao, and not just one.


When I first came to this village, the village chief would either hit or scold me, and even made me take care of the old widower's daily needs.


I argued with him, but was severely beaten and locked in a chicken coop, starved for days.


In the end, I even had to fight chickens for food.


Later, I pretended to give in and was finally let out. After that, I ran frantically to the post office to send letters to Shen Shuhao.


But I never dreamed that the people at the post office were in league with the village chief.


He handed my letters over to the village chief, and that night the chief and a few old men from the village defiled me.


It's not that I hadn't thought of running, hadn't thought of dying, or hadn't thought of contacting Shen Shuhao again.


But every time I was saved or caught back.


Sending letters was like dropping stones into the sea.


Chapter 5