Who’s the Best at Spilling the Tea? Find Xiaoqiang in the Seventies

As a veteran gossip addict, Yun Xiaoqiang was just crouched in a corner, happily soaking up the latest gossip. The next moment, she was dizzy and transmigrated to the 1970s. After receiving the memories, Yun Xiaoqiang raised her head and cursed at the ceiling. Anywhere else would have been better, so why had she ended up in an era with hardly any clothes or food? And there was no gossip! How was someone like her, who felt awful if she went even one day without a juicy story, supposed to cope? But as a gossip addict, she'd long since honed her super hearing and sharp eyes. Hearing faint rustling outside, she hurriedly pressed herself against the door, arms and legs spread wide, to eavesdrop. The more she heard, the brighter her eyes grew, and a delighted smile crept across her face. She hadn't even been here a day and she'd already found a huge scoop. Nice! At the same time, she made peace with the heavens. Well, since she'd already transmigrated, she'd naturally live a “quiet and proper” life and absolutely wouldn't let down the heavens, who had placed such high hopes in her. ~ After being sent to the countryside, Yun Xiaoqiang began to think she had some kind of magic. She was already keeping a low profile, but one juicy story after another flew out the window and right to her. Should she listen or not? ~ Yun Xiaoqiang was having a great time digging up and dishing out gossip when she looked up and saw that man staring at her with a fawning smile again. She held out a hand to stop him from coming closer and refused righteously (?): “I'm really not interested in your family's gossip. Stop trying to find ways to spill your family's secrets~” Rejected again, the man didn't give up. Pressing his lips together, he worked up the courage to ask, “Then are you interested in me?” Yun Xiaoqiang stared at him in confusion. “Huh?” Did I hear that right? Did some weird question just flash past my ears?