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Liu Cuiyun squatted down, looking at the blocked dog hole, murmuring, "Who on earth dug this?" I lowered my head, trying hard not to laugh. Liu Cuiyun could never guess that this dog hole was dug little by little by her two silly sons under Old Li's encouragement. The reason for this was to facilitate their secret meetings with Old Li. Old Li did this because I had given him two thousand yuan to help out.
Unable to figure it out, Liu Cuiyun decided not to think about it anymore and vented her anger on us, making us go wash clothes by the river. Yangyang and I each carried a large basket, swaying as we walked to the riverbank. This village was extremely remote, with inconvenient transportation, making it quite backward. The villagers relied on a river for washing and cooking.
Liu Cuiyun made us come out to wash clothes also because the villagers were not very vigilant about outsiders escaping. I looked at the distant mountains across the river and sighed. In such impoverished and harsh conditions, escaping seemed as difficult as climbing to the sky.
Yangyang and I squatted by the river and began washing clothes. We had a lot of clothes, thick and heavy, and with the cold autumn river water, our hands quickly turned bright red from the chill. I scrubbed the clothes vigorously, cursing Liu Cuiyun's ancestors in my mind. Just then, Yangyang suddenly nudged me with her elbow.
In a low voice, I said, "Jingjing, look, Uncle Chen is coming." Uncle Chen is the village teacher, the same person who tried to mediate with Liu Cuiyun last night. As I watched him approach, a thought suddenly struck me. Liu Cuiyun is afraid of Ma Zhigang and wants to hold her grandson. Ma Zhigang cares about his reputation. If I embarrass the the Ma Family, could I escape?
I looked at the river beneath my feet, then glanced back at Yangyang. With a determined heart, I threw all the clothes in the basket into the water. Yangyang was startled. "Jingjing, what are you doing?" I couldn't answer her as I watched the basket of clothes get swept away by the current. Covering my face, I began to wail, "Ah! My clothes! The clothes my mother asked me to wash! How am I going to explain this to her?"
Yangyang instantly understood my intention and followed suit, kicking her own basket into the river and starting to cry out, "My clothes! The clothes my mother asked me to wash!" Uncle Chen was drawn over by our cries. I cried even harder. Uncle Chen is a good person; he knows how pitiful we are.
He saw the scene and couldn't help but speak up:
"Oh dear, daughter, what happened?"
I cried so hard that I could barely catch my breath, stammering:
"Uncle Chen... I washed the clothes that Mother asked me to...
and they all got washed away... When I go back, Mother will definitely beat me to death!"
Yangyang played along, sitting down on the ground and wailing:
"Yes, Mother will kill us!"
Uncle Chen looked at the river full of foam and hesitated:
"How could they have been washed away?"
I seized the opportunity to perform, slapping my thigh:
"Oh no, it's all my fault! I'm severely nearsighted,
I couldn't see clearly! Just a moment of inattention,
and all the clothes were washed away! If Mother finds out,
she will definitely kill me! Uncle Chen, can you help me? I don't want to die!"
Uncle Chen looked at us with difficulty:
"How... how can I help you?"
I continued to cry out: "Uncle Chen, please, help us!"
Yangyang joined in crying: "Yes, Uncle Chen, please help us!"
Uncle Chen sighed: "Alright, I'll help you."
I was overjoyed in my heart, and Yangyang couldn't help but laugh.
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