Chapter 240

Wu Xiaoxia finished a long string of words in one breath.

Sister Qiao nodded with satisfaction. She pulled Wu Xiaoxia to the side and whispered to her: "Xiaoxia, you are right to think this way. A good horse doesn't eat back the grass; there's truth in that. Look at Meng Liben; besides not having the ability to have children, in what way is he not better than Ding Zichuan?"

"Besides, times are progressing; maybe in the future, medical skills will improve, and this illness can be cured."

"If it can't be cured, so what? You already have two children; that's enough for this life. Raise the two children to adulthood. When you get old, the two of you will also be companions."

"To tell you the truth, relying on children to provide for your old age is really unreliable."

"Just look at us now, we all work; where do we have time to take care of the elderly? Then what's the difference between our children and us in the future?"

"First of all, we must make ourselves live well. Otherwise, what did we come to this world for?"

"Did we come to suffer? Why on earth!"

Wu Xiaoxia nodded heavily in understanding: "Yes, I know what I should and shouldn't do. Thank you and Qiaoge."

She smiled at Lu Qiaoge, not looking at Ding Zichuan or Chen Dafeng, and throughout the whole time, she didn't give Chen Dafeng a single glance, as if this person didn't exist.

Chen Dafeng finally felt embarrassed and ashamed.

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

She wasn't familiar with any of them, and besides cursing, she had no other topics. But with Lu Qiaoge there, she didn't dare to curse; what if she was caught by Lu Qiaoge and sent to the security department?

Besides, this girl was very 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 were colleagues; they were one.

And if she drew too clear a line with Qiaoge in this regard, it would make their relationship distant.

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

Being like a mangy dog was truly contemptible.

Sister Qiao also felt it was magical that Chen Dafeng didn't say anything.

It seems it really lived up to the saying: "One thing subdues another."

She looked at Lu Qiaoge, not knowing how Lu Qiaoge would deal with these two people.

Unexpectedly, Ding Zichuan suddenly shouted: "You are from the neighborhood office; I want to divorce Chen Dafeng now, I can't live with her for even one more day."

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

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

Sister Qiao scolded: "Enough, neither of you is a child; who are you saying this life-or-death stuff to? If you can live together, live well. Is getting married once so easy? And if you really want to divorce, you should negotiate at home. Why are you shouting at us on the street? Do you expect the two of us to do nothing but follow you around and judge your cases?"

It was the first time Lu Qiaoge saw Sister Qiao lose her temper.

It was imaginable that Sister Qiao really couldn't hold it in anymore.

Lu Qiaoge didn't speak; neither of these two was a good thing, and both were quite capable of harming people. Why divorce? Just live together for a lifetime, so as not to harm others.

They say "at the first stroke of the drum, the spirit is high"; Ding Zichuan was relying on that spirit to make a scene. Now that Wu Xiaoxia and Meng Liben had already left, he suddenly felt weak all over.

What could he do now?

He couldn't afford to lose face outside with this shrew Chen Dafeng.

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

Then what could Chen Dafeng do?

She didn't dare to look for trouble with Lu Qiaoge, and it was even more impossible to look for trouble with Sister Qiao.

She could only grit her teeth and glare at the two of them, then stomped her feet and went to chase Ding Zichuan in hatred.

Sister Qiao checked the time and took Lu Qiaoge's hand to leave: "Don't be late, hurry home to eat."

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

Old Hu didn't know, but Huang Juan had indeed heard about it.

She suggested to Old Hu: "I think we should strengthen our studies now; ideological education has slackened. Look at these people, lawless, filthy language at the tip of their tongues, as if they don't have to be responsible for what they say. If this goes on for a long time, there will definitely be a big mess, especially those in the family compound who love to gossip and like to spread rumors and slander people; they must be well-educated."

Thus, the two directors decided to hold study classes every Saturday night.

Now that the weather is good, they would hold them in the open space of the family compound.

Comrades from the neighborhood office would come to give lessons to the family members.

One hour, basically all content from the newspaper.

Lu Qiaoge would take the lead; this Saturday, she would give an ideological and moral class to the people in the family compounds of Districts 1 to 3.

Then, for the night school, Old Hu and Old Huang easily found teachers.

They didn't want wages and were willing to impart knowledge.

And they also thanked the Xiang Yang neighborhood office for giving them this opportunity.

So Shao Le posted a notice at the gate, and the night school was prepared to officially start classes on September 1st.

Unexpectedly, the night school was handed over to Shao Le to be in charge.

Shao Le had been at the security station recently, dealing with trivial matters every day, and he really wanted to do something big like Lu Qiaoge.

Unfortunately, he never had the opportunity.

At this moment, Shao Le was very excited and thrilled; he rubbed his hands and went to find Lu Qiaoge: "Did you suggest to the leaders that I should be in charge of the night school? Thank you."

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

Shao Le waved his big hand: "I'm not afraid of hardship or fatigue, just afraid of having nothing to do. By the way, tell me, how should I carry out the work at the night school?"

Lu Qiaoge readily told Shao Le the plan she had thought of.

Shao Le listened while taking notes.

If he didn't understand, he would ask Lu Qiaoge. If he really didn't understand, he would write it in his notebook, and Lu Qiaoge also told him that when problems arose in his work, he would naturally understand.

Actually, running a night school was much simpler than a food factory or a craft factory.

But Lu Qiaoge didn't say this.

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

It would be best if it could take shape next year.

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

Lu Qiaoge thought happily, if she kept going like this, to what extent could she achieve?

She hadn't seen Qin Hengzhi for three days. When Qin Hengzhi came to pick up Lu Qiaoge for dinner, she learned that the old gold mine had been taken over by the Gold Troops.

Qin Hengzhi took Lu Qiaoge to Wangjiang Tower, just her and him.

The sun was shining brightly, but because of the moisture from the river, there was a hint of coolness floating in the air.

In the private room by the window, the wooden lattice windows were half-open, framing the bay of clear water into a natural landscape painting.

It was truly beautiful here, the air was fresh, and even the breeze blowing in seemed to carry the fragrance of grain.

Lu Qiaoge leaned back in her chair very comfortably, slowly drinking green tea.

Qin Hengzhi glanced at her silently; he could always taste something different from her calm and composed posture.

Her fingers holding the cup were slender, her knuckles like jade, and the movement of pouring tea just now was like flowing clouds and water.

She could be as sharp as a drawn sword, or as gentle and lingering as a bay of spring water.

Qin Hengzhi sighed, what a complex little girl!