Chapter 59 Ambiguity

Sun Xiaoyue instantly thought Jiang Donghua's idea was brilliant: "That's right, how come I didn't think of that? I'll go to Zhou Xiye, and he'll definitely accept it because of my dad."

Jiang Donghua smiled slightly: "Sometimes, we must make use of the resources around us."

Sun Xiaoyue nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I had forgotten if you hadn't mentioned it. Donghua, you are really too smart."

Jiang Donghua pushed up his glasses, concealing the calculation in his eyes: "Xiaoyue, you wrote to your father, why hasn't he replied yet?"

Even if the college entrance examination is reinstated in the future, he wants to leave the countryside first and become a respectable person in the city, where he can easily afford to eat white flour, rather than staying here as a farmer, working from dawn till dusk, exposed to the wind and sun.

Sun Xiaoyue bit her lower lip, feeling a little guilty. How could she possibly write to Jiang Zhenhua about this?

He hesitated for a moment, but a plan had already formed in his mind: "Donghua, I wrote to him and said that my father said he is already working on it, but it will take time. After all, my father has been honest and upright all his life. Also, there's Shuangyan's matter. I'm sorry to her. She's in there and we don't know what's going on. I want my father to use his connections to get her out."

Jiang Donghua was very disappointed, but he said earnestly, "Xiaoyue, you did the right thing. I'm not in a hurry. I also like it here, after all, I met you here."

Sun Xiaoyue couldn't help but blush. With the soul of a woman in her fifties and the skin of a woman in her twenties, she had experienced a lot, but she was still moved by the deep affection in Jiang Donghua's eyes. She lowered her head and said with a blush, "Donghua, I am also very happy to meet you here."

Jiang Donghua looked around to make sure no one was in the alley, then reached out and took Sun Xiaoyue's somewhat rough hand in his: "Xiaoyue, I thank God every day for letting me meet you. I want to marry you. I'm sure you're the one who will be with me for the rest of my life."

Sun Xiaoyue blushed and felt a surge of desire within her, as she was a person with a past: "Donghua, let's not talk here. It's not good if someone sees us. Let's go back first."

Looking at Sun Xiaoyue's expression, Jiang Donghua knew what she was thinking!

On their way back, they lingered in the grove for a long time, until the sun was setting before they finally emerged.

Sun Xiaoyue, holding a basket of mung bean cakes, looked shy. She was now Jiang Donghua's woman and needed to find a way to get married quickly so she could relax and become an official's wife.

...

Jiang Zhizhi had been back for two days, but Zhou Xiye hadn't come to see her yet. She was puzzled, wondering why he had asked her to come over and fix the radio.

She also needs to return this watch to Zhou Xiye as soon as possible.

The plan is to go see Zhou Xiye as soon as I'm done with this and have some time.

Jiang Zhizhi was by the river, directing Liang Dazhuang and the other young men to dig the riverbed, while she was thinking about her watch on her right wrist when a young soldier ran up to her.

When the young soldier saw Jiang Zhizhi, he looked shy and reserved: "Jiang... Technician Jiang, our captain asked if you have time right now? Could you come over and help us fix the radio?"

These two short sentences were spoken by the young soldier, who was stammering and nervous. Mainly, he had zero interaction with girls in the army, so he wasn't very nervous about meeting them now.

Jiang Zhizhi smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go tell them."

The rest of the work can be done by Liang Dazhuang and his team.

Upon hearing that Zhou Xiye needed help, Liang Dazhuang waved his hand without hesitation: "Alright, alright, go quickly, don't keep Captain Zhou waiting. Don't worry, I'll make sure they do a good job over here."

Jiang Zhizhi followed the young soldier into the mountains with peace of mind.

The way in required traversing a mountain path. The young soldier rode a mountain-wheeled motorcycle, calling for Jiang Zhizhi to sit in the back of the vehicle. They made their way up the mountain, kicking up clouds of yellow dust.

When they arrived at their destination, Jiang Zhizhi was reluctant to get out of the car. Not only was her mouth full of dirt, but her face and hair were also covered in it, especially her hair, which was a mess from the wind.

She reached up and ruffled her hair, getting off the bus with a hint of helplessness.

The young soldier looked at Jiang Zhizhi's hair and became even more embarrassed: "Technician Jiang, why don't you go to the tent and wait for a while? Our captain is having a meeting upstairs and will be down soon."

Jiang Zhizhi followed the young soldier into the tent. Inside was a simple cot, the military green quilt folded into neat squares, and the white sheets were perfectly flat without a single wrinkle.

There was a three-drawer table and a chair by the window of the tent, and nothing else in the room.

Jiang Zhizhi looked around and her gaze fell on the three-drawer table, where a radio sat, completely dismantled. She turned to the young soldier and asked, "Is this what you need to fix?"

The young soldier shook his head: "I don't know either. Technician Jiang, please sit down first. I still need to go to the mess hall to help out in the kitchen."

After saying that, he ran away very quickly.

Jiang Zhizhi sighed helplessly, looked at the radio on the three-drawer table, touched the accessories, and then touched the screwdriver lying to the side.

These machines were ancient relics to her, while the ones she used later were many times more advanced.

Therefore, repairing this by combining different methods is quite easy.

Jiang Zhizhi pulled over a stool and sat down, then started to find the cause, fix it, and then reassemble it.

Because it's so familiar, it's much easier to do, and you unconsciously become immersed in it, as if you've returned to the busy and stressful daily life of your past life.

When Zhou Xiye returned, he didn't come in directly. He left the tent door slightly ajar, which allowed him to see Jiang Zhizhi working diligently at her desk from the side.

She was focused, her eyebrows were lowered, and she was slightly biting her lower lip. Her hands moved skillfully and quickly.

Zhou Xiye watched silently with his hands behind his back, knowing that Jiang Zhenhua would never teach Jiang Zhizhi this.

How did she know that?

Moreover, judging from her movements, it's either she's done it tens of thousands of times or it's muscle memory from thousands of repetitions.

Watching Jiang Zhizhi assemble the last part, Zhou Xiye deliberately made a sound, then called out "Technician Jiang," before lifting the curtain and coming in.

Jiang Zhizhi had just finished tightening the last screw when she turned to look at Zhou Xiye who had come in. She quickly stood up, her eyes sparkling, and patted the radio: "It should be fixed now. Do you want to give it a try?"

Zhou Xiye walked over, his eyes full of approval: "It's done so quickly? We took it apart and studied it for several days."

As Zhou Xiye approached, Jiang Zhizhi felt that the tent, which had been quite spacious, suddenly became smaller and the air thinner. She leaned against the table and looked up at him, saying, "I don't know if it's fixed yet. Why don't you try it first?"

As she spoke, she remembered the watch on her wrist, quickly took it off and handed it to Zhou Xiye: "You left it on the restaurant table that day. I thought you were staying at the military guesthouse, but you weren't there when I brought it over."

Zhou Xiye took the watch; the stainless steel strap was slightly warm, the warmth of Jiang Zhizhi's body. He bent down and put it on his wrist, then reached out and adjusted the direction of the dial...