My Beloved Super Fierce Wife-Chapter 294: Caught off guard suddenly

As she spoke, she looked earnestly at Yan Sui.

She appeared like a pitiful mother trying her best to secure an opportunity for her child.

The Shuang Shan Brigade members following behind Yan Sui and the others reflexively glanced at Liu Dazhu, their expressions trying not to laugh.

Who would’ve thought!

The Liu family was so resourceful, creating opportunities where there were none.

Not bad, not bad at all!

Liu Dazhu’s face was a picture of composure, but inside he was a complete mess.

He had absolutely no idea about his wife’s maneuver.

However, he couldn’t interrupt her now; all he could do was watch on helplessly, anxious!!

Yan Sui and a few other leaders were suddenly put on the spot.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

After half a minute, Yan Sui’s face broke into a smile, his voice gentle.

"...Okay."

A mother’s request is just too hard to refuse in public.

Yang Chunfang was delighted and tugged on Liu Jiaojiao’s arm.

"The leader has agreed! Hurry up and do well," she urged.

All eyes fell on Liu Jiaojiao as they waited with poised anticipation.

Liu Jiaojiao nervously clutched at the hem of her clothes.

It was her first time being exposed in front of a crowd, and she felt awkward all over.

Seeing her discomfort, Yang Chunfang pinched her in dissatisfaction.

Liu Jiaojiao mustered her courage and looked up.

Her gaze collided with Lin Tang’s, which were curious, indifferent, but notably devoid of any contempt or disdain.

In that instant, she felt a bit better, yet there was an indescribable discomfort.

Blaming herself for not measuring up to Lin Tang.

Liu Jiaojiao no longer attributed her family’s misfortune solely to the Lin family like Yang Chunfang did.

A good hand of cards was clearly squandered by their own doing—what did the Lin family have to do with it?!

It was not surprising that Liu Jiaojiao had such thoughts.

People only compete with those close to their own station; who would try to rival the mountain’s height or the ocean’s depth?

Liu Jiaojiao clenched her fists, psyching herself up.

Fortunately, she still had a chance!

If she could seize this one, leave a good impression on the commune leaders, and have her father pull some strings, perhaps she would have a bright future ahead.

Nobody cared about the thoughts bubbling up within Liu Jiaojiao.

Pushed forward by Yang Chunfang, she stood in front of everyone.

She tried her best to ignore the gazes fixed on her.

Liu Jiaojiao, dressed in a red garment with flowers, took a step forward, striking a pose of a worker striving for progress.

She began to recite loudly.

"Spring breezes and willows, a myriad of strands, six hundred million in Shun’s land..."

Her high-pitched voice startled everyone.

At the first line, Lin Tang’s toes already began to curl.

What in the world?

Reciting "Send Epidemic" to the leaders??!

This... takes some nerve.

The faces of Yan Sui and the other leaders turned a spectrum of colors, resembling a painter’s palette.

Even Liu Dazhu didn’t sense anything amiss, seeing Liu Jiaojiao recite so fluently; pride showed on his face.

Jiaojiao was no less than Lin Tang!

As for the villagers? Lacking in education, they were none the wiser.

Lin Fu and Li Jiancai felt something was off.

They seemed to have heard this poem somewhere before.

But no one could remember on the spot, so they all kept quiet.

Until Liu Jiaojiao passionately continued with the next few lines.

"Crimson rain at will turns into waves, green mountains purposely transform into bridges... ask where the epidemic god wants to go, set sail paper boats and candles bright to make heaven glow."

At the word ’epidemic god’, Lin Fu’s face turned dark.

Send Epidemic???!!!

No wonder it sounded familiar, it was that poem "Send Epidemic" written by the leader a few years back!

How did he not realize it earlier?

Fearing the leaders would feel unwelcomed by the brigade, Lin Fu was about to step forward to make amends.

Yang Chunfang, however, opened her mouth with pride.

"My daughter didn’t memorize it very well, so the leaders can just listen casually. It’s the thought that counts, and I hope all the leaders like it."

The crowd saw her expression, as proud as a peacock in full bloom.

It was as if ’my daughter has memorized it so well’ was written all over her face.

Yan Sui managed to maintain a strained smile, but his amiable expression almost fell apart.

Anyone treated like the harbinger of an epidemic would feel uncomfortable.

"...Just go back after she finishes," he said lightly.

Yang Chunfang was instantly stunned.

She had not expected such a reaction from the leader.

Liu Jiaojiao, embarrassed, retracted her fighting stance and seemed a bit lost.

Seeing that Yan Sui didn’t take offense, Lin Fu, with a dark look on his face, said to Liu Dazhu:

"Hurry and take your wife and daughter back. Why recite ’Send Epidemic’ of all poems?"

"You’re also a leader of the brigade; at the very least, you shouldn’t be doing anything that harms the interests of the members."

It was lucky that Director Yan was magnanimous; had it been someone more petty, they would have walked away on the spot.

"’Send Epidemic’?" Liu Dazhu became pale with shock. "I, I had no idea."

Immediately after, he hurried to apologize to Yan Sui and the several other Commune Leaders.

"I am sorry, it was my fault for not managing my family properly. This mistake is on me."

Information did not spread timely in small places.

Liu Dazhu wasn’t the keeper of the brigade’s newspaper two years ago when the poem ’Send Epidemic’ appeared in it, so he wasn’t privy to this information.

These past few days, when Liu Jiaojiao was reciting it at home, he had thought his daughter was being studious, not bothering to inquire further.

Now he was truly scared out of his wits.

If he offended the leaders, his position as the keeper would be over.

The wages for brigade leaders were not much, but they existed, and it was much better than working in the fields.

Liu Dazhu was panicked, and Liu Jiaojiao was no less flustered.

Her face went white in an instant.

In a panic, she said: "...I, I didn’t know either."

She had heard the poem from Lin Tang two years earlier.

Back then, Lin Tang had returned from the county and, looking at the sparrows chirping on the treetops, recited the poem casually; Liu Jiaojiao had thought she looked radiant with light.

Later, after asking her brother Liu Guohui, she learned the whole poem.

It took her several days to memorize it.

By a twist of fate, it became her performance piece for today.

And it turned into a farce.

Yang Chunfang’s expression of pride vanished in an instant.

She wished she had never made this trip.

What a mess this was!

She had come to show off, not to become the butt of the joke.

Seeing Liu Jiaojiao about to cry in her haste, Yan Sui sighed helplessly.

"Listen to Captain Lin, and go back quickly."

What could he do about an uneducated girl from the countryside?!

Seeing that the big leader didn’t care about her mistake, Liu Jiaojiao relaxed a bit but her face was burning with shame.

She bowed deeply, then covered her face and ran off.

Yang Chunfang also felt humiliated.

Seeing Liu Jiaojiao run off, she followed suit.

Liu Dazhu was left behind, unable to walk away.

He could only offer the leaders a forced smile.

When the chips were down, Lin Fu was still quite capable of handling things.

Seeing the leaders weren’t bothered by the sudden interruption, he laughingly diverted the awkward topic.

"Our village has set up a Sauce Factory and we’ve already received big orders from the Supply and Marketing Cooperative and the Textile Factory. The workers are busy right now. Would the leaders like to go have a look?"

This suggestion touched exactly what the Commune Leaders were interested in.

"Sure, let’s all go have a look and see how your factory is doing," Yan Sui said, leading the way.

After the discussion, the group headed towards the Sauce Factory.

At the moment, the brigade workers were busily engaged, dressed in clean clothes.

Every person was working with determination, earnestly doing their assigned tasks.

Those washing peppers were focused, those carrying jars were exerting all their strength, and those drying mushrooms were meticulous...

They might not have been brimming with energy, but they were certainly no slouches.