Chapter 313: Actually Thinking I'm Greasy

Ling Feng said at this moment, "I'll see you off."

Mou Lili couldn't help but say, "There's no need, is there? It's almost dark now. If you see me off and come back, wouldn't you have to walk in the dark? It's not safe."

Ling Feng shrugged: "What's a grown man like me afraid of? It's you I'm worried about. You're even afraid of Laohei at the village entrance; what if Lao Huang jumps out halfway?"

Mou Lili felt guilty.

Jin Shu's son, Jin Li, also said from the side in broken Mandarin: "You should see her off. It's not just the dogs; sometimes there are thugs who specialize in robbing outsiders. It's very dangerous for a girl like you."

Jin Li's wife, A Cui, asked: "Are you A Feng's girlfriend? If you are, you can stay with us, you know?"

Everyone then looked at Mou Lili.

Mou Lili smiled and said: "How could I be qualified to be his girlfriend? I'm not in his league."

A Cui then asked: "Is he the son of a county magistrate or some bureau director?"

"Not at all, I'm just an ordinary person." After Ling Feng finished speaking, he continued to say to Mou Lili: "Enough talk, let me see you off."

Beishi.

Bai Shuruo and Han Yangting had also finished dinner.

Bai Shuruo was going to give birth very soon.

She stood up with her hands on her hips, and Han Yangting hurried over to support her.

Bai Shuruo asked while walking: "Did Ling Feng really go to the mountain region? He's not eating with us this weekend?"

"That's right, he said he went for poverty alleviation."

Bai Shuruo let out a giggle, but this laugh pulled at her belly, so she hurriedly leaned on Han Yangting and added: "I always feel like Ling Feng has been acting strange lately."

"I think so too," Han Yangting said.

"Is he off chasing a girl?"

"Actually, I think so too," Han Yangting said.

Bai Shuruo frowned again: "Ling Feng has always been a high-profile person. To think he wouldn't tell us he's chasing a girl, and he didn't even post it on his social media—the sun must be rising from the west. Brother Han, do you think the girl he likes is particularly hard to pursue?"

Ling Feng said: "It's possible, maybe his family doesn't approve."

"Is Ling Feng's family background really that prominent?"

Han Yangting nodded: "The kind where if his grandfather sneezes, Beishi would shake."

Bai Shuruo said: "In that case, my sister might not have even been able to marry him in the past, right?"

"The key is Ling Feng's stance. If he insists on marrying, his family can't stop him. Besides, your sister has a clean family background and is ambitious herself; the Ling Family should accept her into the family."

Bai Shuruo asked: "Then what if it's someone worse than my sister... for example, someone like me?"

Han Yangting pulled her into his arms: "You are mine. Since I have claimed you, no one else can have you."

Bai Shuruo said shyly: "Disgusting, you've been saying more and more sweet nothings lately."

"Isn't it good to have more sweet nothings?"

"It's greasy."

"Fine, you actually think I'm greasy now."

"Hee hee..."

Dabao Village.

Ling Feng and Mou Lili walked out of the village chief's house.

Ling Feng held a very long flashlight.

The sounds in the mountains were both quiet and a bit noisy.

It was quiet because there were few human voices or car sounds, and noisy because one could hear frogs, insect chirps, nearby dog barking, or the occasional cry of a child from time to time.

She and Ling Feng walked side by side along the mountain path. All in all, it was a very strange feeling.

As they were walking, unexpectedly, someone suddenly darted out from a junction.

That person bumped right into her waist, and since the person was carrying firewood on their back, the branches poked Mou Lili, and she couldn't help but feel a sharp pain.

She was just about to get angry, but the person who bumped into her also fell backward because of the collision, their small limbs splayed on the ground like a turtle.

Ling Feng swept his flashlight over, and only then did Mou Lili see clearly that it was a little girl of about seven or eight years old.

Not long after, an old person came out from behind, also carrying firewood on their shoulders.

Seeing the little girl on the ground, the old person hurriedly put down the firewood and went to help the little girl up: "You child, you don't look where you're going when you walk. Look, now you've not only bumped into someone, but you've fallen yourself."

After the little girl was helped up, she said to Mou Lili: "I'm sorry, Big Sister. I was walking down in a hurry just now and bumped into you."

Seeing that the little girl was so polite, Mou Lili naturally didn't hold it against her: "It's okay, Big Sister is fine."

The old person helped the little girl put the firewood back on and said to Mou Lili: "My Nini is a bit clumsy, please don't take offense."

Mou Lili suddenly remembered something and asked: "The little girl went to the mountains to cut firewood today?"

"That's right."

"Today isn't the weekend, isn't she in school?"

The old person sighed: "The school is too far, you have to cross a river, I don't dare send her. One child drowned in the big flood last year."

"Ah? Then there's no primary school in the village?"

The old person looked at her as if she were a monster: "How could there be a primary school in the village? With only these few people, you have to go to the town to study."

"Oh." Mou Lili understood.

Before the little girl named Nini left, she smiled at Mou Lili: "Big Sister, I'm going home now. Goodbye, Big Sister."

"Goodbye." Mou Lili also waved at her.

She and Ling Feng chatted as they walked.

Mou Lili asked, "Is that Nini really not going to school anymore?"

Ling Feng said, "Children in the village start school late; some don't start until they are nine, and some don't go at all, especially the girls. Of course, the boys don't study for many years either; they stop after graduating from primary or middle school, either going out to work or doing farm work at home."

Mou Lili sighed, "That's worse than me. I was thrown into school early when I was a child because my parents had to take care of my younger brother, but fortunately, I had books to read."

After finishing, Mou Lili asked Ling Feng again, "Aren't you here for poverty alleviation? What poverty have you alleviated? You aren't just here to freeload, are you?"

"How could that be?" Ling Feng, feeling wronged, quickly cried out, "I even told the village party secretary yesterday that I want to help them fix the bridge. Now it just depends on where the village party secretary finds a construction team; this kind of project can't be rushed, it needs approval."

Mou Lili said, "That's good then."

Ling Feng added, "But it's not like fixing one bridge will solve the problem. The ultimate issue is that the villagers' thinking is deep-rooted; they feel that girls studying is of no use."

"That is true."

Mou Lili thought of that great lady, Zhang Guimei.

She hoped there would be more people like her.

Ling Feng added, "I also told the village chief that I want to set up a temporary school in the village, where all the children in the village can come to attend classes for free."

"Then who will teach the classes?" Mou Lili asked.

"Me."

"You?" Mou Lili looked at him in disbelief.

In the Yese, Ling Feng's face seemed to become resolute; the person who was always dejected before now seemed to possess an indescribable mental strength.

Yet a year ago, he was still that dashing playboy in the bar.

Ling Feng asked, "You don't believe I can teach?"

"I don't," Mou Lili said without hesitation.

"If you don't believe it, then just wait and see."