The educated youth was reborn and wanted to disappear, but he was locked into a military marriage.

"That's right!" Xing Qingsheng's words immediately resonated with everyone and they immediately expressed their approval.

Although this era is feudal, it is normal for young men and women to have romantic relationships. Lu Mingzheng and Zhu Xiaomin are unmarried and unmarried. If they really have feelings, Zhu Xiaomin can dump Nie Yifei and be together openly.

Sending photos is the most normal operation between male and female friends, and there is no need to hide it.

Seeing everyone turning to Zhu Xiaomin in unison, Nie Yifei gritted his teeth angrily, clenched his fists and shouted loudly: "But there are so many people here, why does it happen to be her? Why don't you give the book to others?"

"He is willing." Zhu Xiaomin's eyes almost rolled to the sky.

"Didn't Xiaomin say anything? She happened to meet him." Miao Shiwen said, adding, "We just finished work and I saw Xiaomin take the book to the dormitory with my own eyes."

Nie Yifei sneered: "I saw him today too."

"He dared to give it to you?" Xie Chengzhi almost burst out laughing, "You gave it to you, and you gave him a banned book in exchange for it, and then reported him."

"That's right!" Several people nodded at the same time.

Nie Yifei was speechless. He was bored for a long time. He stared at Zhu Xiaomin and asked, "Xiaomin, you said you must break up with me, right?"

"Yes!" Zhu Xiaomin nodded immediately without blinking.

"No regrets?" Nie Yifei sneered.

"Is there anything worth regretting? You?" Zhu Xiaomin looked sideways at him, with disdain on her face.

Nie Yifei blushed angrily, took a deep breath, took out a few pieces of paper from his pocket, rushed to her, slapped it on the table, and said loudly: "Zhu Xiaomin, this is the flower I will give you this year." You pay me back the money.”

Zhu Xiaomin was stunned and before she could react, Yang Aijun took the paper on the table, unfolded it, looked at it and said, "Fifty-two yuan, thirty-seven cents."

Everyone was silent when they heard the numbers in front of them.

You know, at this time, not to mention that the average annual income of a person in the village is only one hundred yuan, this fifty-two yuan is the income of a farmer for half a year.

Even in the city, apprentices only earn 17 or 8 yuan a month, and ordinary workers earn 20 or 30 yuan, which is two months' wages.

As an educated youth here, you earn rations through work points, and vegetables and other items are also divided among the team. In other words, these fifty-two yuan are all for clothing and extra expenses, which is quite a lot.

From this point of view, Nie Yifei was willing to spend money on Zhu Xiaomin.

Seeing Nie Yifei raising his chin, Xie Chengzhi looked at Zhu Xiaomin with a sneer. He reached out to take the paper, glanced at it and said, "Nie Yifei, there is still a lot to be done here."

Yes, even I can remember a year's expenses, but who can remember it so accurately?

Miao Shiwen was attentive and took it over to look at it. After a few glances, he couldn't help but chuckle and said softly: "Why do you two go to the county and Xiaomin eats alone?"

"What do you mean?" Xie Chengzhi took the paper back, looked at the record on it, nodded and said, "Yes, Nie Yifei, remember here, I went to the county on National Day last year, and you had two for lunch. A bowl of millet porridge, three flatbreads, and a plate of side dishes, a total of 45 cents, how come Zhu Xiaomin ate all these things alone?"

Zhu Xiaomin was funny: "One big cake is ten cents, and he eats two and a half of three big cakes."

Nie Yifei's face turned red, he frowned and shouted: "I took you to the county to buy clothes that time, so of course the food is yours."

Zhu Xiaomin pouted: "It sounds like you only bought me clothes. The one you are wearing was bought that day."

"Nie Yifei, are you saying that if you don't go to the county with Zhu Xiaomin, you won't eat?" Xing Qingsheng asked back.

Nie Yifei gritted his teeth: "If I don't go to the county, of course I will eat at the educated youth restaurant."

"Then do you want us to give you a share?" Yang Aijun pouted.

Xie Chengzhi then looked down: "Also, the round-trip fare is two cents in total. Does this mean that only Zhu Xiaomin is taking the bus and Nie Yifei is walking?"

"There's more!" Another male educated youth, Song Zhian, also came over, pointed down and said with a smile, "Two popsicles, a total of four cents, and Zhu Xiaomin ate them all alone?"

Xing Qingsheng took another piece of paper, pointed to a line and said, "Look at the 20th of last month, an egg was five cents per egg. How could I remember that he ate it himself?"

"Look here." Xie Chengzhi pointed up again, "On Women's Day this year, the female educated youth had a half-day holiday. He accompanied Zhu Xiaomin to the town and earned six less work points. He directly discounted a dime. Whose work points So expensive?”

"And here." Xing Qingsheng pointed out again, "He borrowed the team's bicycle to go to town. The tire of the bicycle was punctured. It cost only a dime to repair the bicycle. How come it does not count to Zhu Xiaomin?"

"I went to town to pick up the package for her." Nie Yifei said with a sullen face.

"Oh my God." Zhang Qiaomei, who usually wouldn't interrupt in such matters, exclaimed, "Nie Yifei's memory is also very good. He remembers all this."

Listening to Xie Chengzhi and others reading the contents on the paper, the male educated youths were dumbfounded. They nodded unconsciously when she said it.

Not to mention whether the money is appropriate or not, this memory is really good, not only the amount of money, but also the accurate time and events.

Even Zhu Xiaomin was shocked. He took the paper back, took a look at it, and suddenly laughed: "This old saying is really true. A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. How can this be a good memory? Every time he uses money, he has to write it down. The writing colors are all different.”

Miao Shiwen took the paper back, looked at it, and nodded: "It's true!"

Several male educated youths didn't believe it, so they all came over to take a look. They saw that the folds of the paper were very old. The writing on the paper was dark and light, large and small. It was obvious that it was not written all at once. They looked at Nie Yifei. His eyes were filled with more "admiration".

This person actually writes down every account, which is really a talent.

Nie Yifei felt justified: "You are my partner, so I should spend money on you, but if you are no longer my partner, why should I spend money on you?"

"Nie Yifei, when you spent all this money, Zhu Xiaomin was with you. How come we have broken up now and still count all the expenses on her?" Song Zhian retorted.

"Why not?" Nie Yifei said loudly, "I'm with this woman to get married in the future. Since she wants to break up with me, my previous efforts are not worth it. Of course I have to get her back."

"But why should you let her pay for the part you spent yourself?" Miao Shiwen looked incredulous.

"It's her who wants to break up, not me." Nie Yifei shouted.

This is really shameless...

After saying this, everyone didn't know what else to say.

After a while, Miao Shiwen said again: "Also, what is recorded on this piece of paper are all the money for food, drinks or travel expenses. Didn't I buy clothes for Xiaomin when I went to the county? But there is no money for buying clothes."

Compared with eating and drinking, the money spent on clothes should be the largest part, ranging from three to four yuan to more than ten yuan, but there is no record here.