Chapter 433 - 416: Trash-talk King Yun Jiao

"Whoa, you two got quite a few packages this year."

The comrade on duty at the guard post handed them the packages, big and small.

They couldn’t carry them all in one trip.

"We’ll help you out."

Their roommates came running over.

Yun Chendong, Yun Chenxi: "..."

’We’re definitely going to lose a lot of our stuff when we get back.’

But they were all brothers, and that’s just how male friendships worked. When you were close, you’d swipe my things, and I’d swipe yours.

When their roommates brought back good stuff, the Yun Chendong brothers would do the same. But they all knew the limits. It was all about sharing, and playfully swiping things from each other just made their bond stronger.

Back in the dorm, they opened the packages. Besides clothes and towels, most of it was all sorts of food.

"Whoa, this sweater looks really nice."

"It sure does. Quick, try it on."

Yun Chendong said, "Let’s check out the other stuff first."

Grinning, he carefully folded the sweater and other clothes and placed them on his bed.

"There’s canned food, chili sauce, and look, there’s some kind of ointment. Let me see what it’s for."

"This one is for your face, this one’s for your lips, this one is for your hands..."

There were several different kinds of ointments, all mainly for preventing chapped skin and frostbite.

"Let me try it first."

One of Yun Chendong’s roommates opened the one for lips. He wiped his hand on his clothes before carefully scooping out a little and applying it to his mouth.

Their lips were already peeling, and some even had small cracks. They felt dry, tight, and very uncomfortable.

But they were all used to it by now.

After he applied the lip balm, he felt a moisturizing sensation. It was very soothing.

His eyes lit up instantly. "This is great, this stuff works amazingly well."

The others immediately clamored for it. "Quick, let me try some too."

"My lips are cracked and it hurts like hell. Let me try some too."

Yun Chendong quickly shouted, "Hey, don’t you guys take too much!"

"It’s a huge jar, we’ll never use it all."

It came in an aluminum tin as wide as an adult’s palm and as tall as two knuckles. It was indeed a lot.

Yun Jiao had her master make this.

It was easy to get frostbite in the winter, especially in a high-altitude region like Xinjiang.

Considering her two brothers sometimes mentioned their roommates in their letters, she had it packed in a larger container.

Not only did her eldest and second eldest brothers get some, but everyone else in the family did too.

"Yoho, they sent so many persimmon cakes this year."

Yun Chendong gave everyone two persimmon cakes, then took the letter and sat down to the side to read.

Even though the letter was filled with trivial matters, he read it with great relish.

When he read that his maternal grandmother’s family had contracted the persimmon grove in the mountains and were making persimmon cakes to sell, he couldn’t help but nod.

’That’s a great idea. Grandma’s persimmon cakes are delicious.’

With things getting better and better at home, the two brothers felt more at ease while they were away.

The last time he was on leave, he’d helped a local herd their sheep and had dug up some cordyceps. He thought about going to the local’s home to buy some cordyceps someday, as well as the large red dates from the area. He wanted to gather a good amount of both to send back home.

...

In the blink of an eye, the New Year arrived.

This was the happiest time for all the children. They could visit other people’s homes and eat things they normally couldn’t.

"Jiaojiao, take some more candy."

Yun Jiao, her mouth already stuffed with food, nodded at the words.

This year, besides the usual items, their New Year gifts also included persimmon cakes.

The persimmon cakes were placed in rectangular paper boxes, with twelve cakes in each.

The boxes were decorated with a drawing of a persimmon and printed with the words "Shen Family Persimmon Cakes". They looked festive and attractive.

This was, in a way, a form of advertising.

Of course, the best part was receiving red envelopes.

Regardless of a family’s financial situation, they would always give the children lucky money for the New Year.

Even poor families would give ten or twenty cents.

In the Yun family, Yun Jiao was the youngest, so she received the most red envelopes.

Then, Yun Jiao turned around and gave some filial piety money to her elders, like her grandpa and Grandma.

Five hundred yuan each.

She was truly a little rich girl.

The elders knew about Yun Jiao’s situation, so they didn’t refuse and accepted the money cheerfully. Some even went out specifically to show it off.

However, they didn’t say it was five hundred. They only said one hundred.

As for where the money came from, it was naturally from the New Year visits Yun Jiao paid to her master, her teacher, and her godfather.

Naturally, the elders of the Yun family became the envy of the other elders in the village.

Too bad the child wasn’t theirs.

After a lively New Year celebration, 1986 arrived. Yun Jiao soon had her birthday and turned six.

By this time, school had already started.

She went to school with her new look, and having already been quite famous, she became an even bigger celebrity at school after the term began.

No one expected that their small town would actually have a mixed-race child.

Of course, her appearance also let everyone know that she was the child the Yun family had found.

However, some people gossiped about her origins. They probably talked about it a lot at home, and their children, having overheard, adopted their parents’ disdainful attitude toward Yun Jiao, especially the kids who already thought she was too much of a show-off.

One day, Yun Jiao was cornered in the school hallway.

A few older kids, around ten years old, surrounded her.

"Hey, I heard you don’t have a mom or a dad. You’re a wild child, huh?"

"You’re not even one of Yun Chenqin’s family’s kids. Why are you still freeloading off them? Don’t you think that’s shameless?"

"Acting so arrogant at school, but it turns out you’re just a wild child whose own parents didn’t want you."

Yun Jiao: ???

’Are these people’s brains not fully developed?’

Yun Jiao said, "Is there something wrong with you? Do I even know you? Why are you yapping at me? Move."

The kids glared at her, clearly annoyed.

"My mom said that when girls like you grow up, you become shameless husband-stealers."

Yun Jiao didn’t tolerate their nonsense and shot right back, "How ugly must your mom be to be so jealous of pretty people? Oh, wait, I can tell just by looking at you. You look like an unevolved monkey. What deep mountain did you crawl out of? Just because you’re wearing clothes, you really think you’re human?"

"And you. Which pigsty collapsed and let you escape? If I grabbed a handful of sesame seeds, it still wouldn’t be as many as the pimples on your face. Is that a garlic clove they installed for your nose?"

"You have bad breath, you know that? I can smell it from all the way over here while you’re talking. For the safety of others, you should probably just keep your mouth shut."

"You too. Your teeth are about to fall out, you’re lisping all over the place. My dog speaks more clearly than you do. Stop polluting my ears."

Six-year-old Little Yun Jiao’s combat power was off the charts. She completely roasted every single one of the troublemakers.

The students who had been passing by to watch the drama, and even the teacher who had been called over, all sucked in a sharp breath.

HISS... This child’s verbal combat skills are terrifying!

"You..."

The girl leading the group pointed at Yun Jiao, her face flushed red, absolutely furious.

"What is everyone doing here?"

The teacher walked over with a stern expression, glaring at the group of bullies.

On one side were the school’s troublemakers, who never studied and caused problems everywhere. On the other was Yun Jiao, who got good grades and was well-behaved and good-looking. It was obvious who the teacher would side with.

"Teacher, she was cursing at us! She said I was ugly!"

The teacher glanced at the girl, then back at Yun Jiao.

’She’s not ugly,’ the teacher thought, ’but she’s the type that’s just moderately pretty. Standing next to Yun Jiao, the comparison is indeed a bit brutal.’

In front of the teacher, Yun Jiao acted obediently and even looked at the teacher with a pitiful, wronged expression, as if she were a completely different person from the one who had just been cursing.

"Teacher, they called me a wild child. I’m so sad."

Teacher: ’...I don’t see a hint of sadness on you.’

But what they said was indeed out of line.

Just as the teacher was about to lecture the students, several of Yun Jiao’s brothers came running.

"Who? Who’s bullying my sister!"