The Peasant Wife Has a Space

"Hehe, if you are really capable, don't eat the grain grown by our countrymen! Eat the grain grown by our countrymen but despise us? What about discriminating against farmers?"

Being so scolded by Zhao Xiulan, Liu Xiaohong was speechless all of a sudden. But he looked at Zhao Xiulan reluctantly. This villager with mud legs looks like someone who has never studied. How can he speak so powerfully? She didn't know how to justify it.

Zhao Xiulan still felt that she had not scolded enough, and continued to swear, "New China is established, we are not a feudal country, nor a capitalist country, but a socialist country, whether it is workers or farmers, we are the masters of the country!

what's going on? The law stipulates this, and you still engage in class discrimination? Do you look down on farmers? Is it not in your eyes that these regulations of the state should not be taken into account?

If I know which work unit you belong to, or which work unit your parents are from, I have to ask your leaders if they should discriminate against the villagers or if they should engage in class discrimination! "

When Zhao Xiulan said this, Liu Xiaohong felt scared!

She disliked it. If Zhao Xiulan gave her such a big hat of class discrimination, once something happened, she would definitely not be able to eat and walk around, and their family might not be able to turn over for the rest of their lives.

If Zhao Xiulan really found out about her parents' work unit and ran to the unit leaders to make trouble, then her parents' jobs would have to be lost?

She can eat commercial grains because her parents work in the city, otherwise, she will not be the same as the mud legs in the countryside?

She didn't want to get into such a big trouble for such a small thing!

Liu Xiaohong blushed and replied, "Forget it, I don't care about you as much!"

Zhao Xiulan did not stop there easily.

Is it wrong to have such an attitude?

"Comrade, you must apologize to me for what you just said!" Zhao Xiulan said solemnly.

Liu Xiaohong stared at Zhao Xiulan and said, "Apologize? Do you want me to apologize to you?"

A country bastard, hillbilly, worthy of her apology?

She didn't care anymore, it was already the biggest concession, but Zhao Xiulan still had to make an inch, so should she apologize?

"Don't go too far!" Liu Xiaohong said through gritted teeth.

"Shouldn't I apologize if I said something wrong? If you don't apologize, then I'll find someone to judge!"

Thinking of what Zhao Xiulan had just said, Liu Xiaohong was still very apprehensive.

Although very reluctant, Liu Xiaohong finally endured it and apologized to Zhao Xiulan!

"Sorry!"

Regardless of whether Liu Xiaohong sincerely apologized or not, Zhao Xiulan has already achieved the desired result. He snorted lightly, ignored Liu Xiaohong, and left the supply and marketing agency!

The salesperson of the supply and marketing cooperative watched Zhao Xiulan leave, and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

She also heard what Zhao Xiulan said just now. Like Liu Xiaohong, she also mocked Zhao Xiulan for being a villager. She had always had this attitude before. Although the people who came to buy things were dissatisfied, there was no one like Zhao Xiulan who could buckle such a big hat!

If Zhao Xiulan cares about her and gets into trouble with the leader, she will most likely lose her job!

This is an iron rice bowl. She has a leisurely job and good welfare. She can also eat commercial food. If she loses it, she will not cry to death!

Fortunately, Zhao Xiulan didn't care about her.

But next time, if Zhao Xiulan comes again, she won't dare to neglect her anymore!