Chapter 204 Just Worried About Where to Send It

Shen Zhongshun stood at the other end of the threshing ground and shouted again.

Song Wenhua then suddenly came to her senses.

His focused gaze suddenly wandered, his hand trembled, and the gun barrel slammed against his knee with a thud.

"Ah? Yes...yes...that's how it is...this..."

He stammered in response, his tongue seemingly tied in knots.

Shen Zhongshun tilted his head, one hand on his waist, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"Why did you suddenly become mute? You were so talkative just now! You were even teaching me how to aim, but now you can't even speak properly?"

Song Wenhua was even more embarrassed. His ears turned bright red. He frantically touched the back of his head, but his eyes kept glancing at Shen Cuifen and Shen Xiuye. He didn't dare to look them in the eye, so he pretended to check the bolt of his gun.

Shen Xiuye ​​couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

Upon hearing this, Song Wenhua jumped up in a panic, so flustered that he didn't even bother to hold his gun steady and quickly grabbed Shen Zhongshun's arm.

"Let's go, let's go home for dinner! It's getting late!"

Before he finished speaking, he grabbed the person and turned to leave.

Zheng Mingyue stood to the side, arms crossed, and rolled her eyes coldly.

Neither she nor Song Lei have ever blushed easily; they are decisive in their actions and straightforward in their speech.

Why did I have to give birth to a son? He blushes like Guan Yu all the time.

Before she could finish a sentence, her face turned red, and even her ears felt like they were burning.

"Mom," Shen Xiuye ​​watched Song Wenhua's figure recede into the distance, and finally whispered to her mother, "This was drawn by Sister Xiaomei... Look, isn't it pretty?"

She looked up, her eyes sparkling.

At fifteen or sixteen, it's the age when people love beauty the most. They like to look in the mirror and long to be praised for being "so pretty".

Shen Cuifen looked at her daughter, her heart aching with sorrow.

The clothes are old, and the cuffs are worn out.

The socks were patched, and there was a tear at the toe.

The hair tie was left over from last year; it's faded from washing, and the edges are frayed.

But those red cloth shoes were earned by her by saving up her egg money for half a year, penny by penny.

She would rather wear only socks in winter than spend an extra penny on those shoes.

She suddenly realized that she hadn't really looked at the child properly in far too long.

Shen Cuifen gently raised her hand and brushed away a stray strand of hair that had fallen across Shen Xiuye's forehead.

"So beautiful! My Xiuye ​​is the prettiest!"

Shen Xiuye ​​had been standing upright, looking calm and composed.

Upon hearing what Shen Cuifen said, a flush immediately rose on her face.

"Yes, yes, yes! I also think Xiuye ​​is the most beautiful in our village!"

Zheng Mingyue, standing to the side, saw that the atmosphere was just right and quickly chimed in with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Shen Xiuye ​​became even more shy and quickly moved to hide behind Shen Cuifen.

Despite her efforts to hide it, the slight upturn of her lips was impossible to conceal.

As they were talking, Song Xiaomei brought out a bulging coarse cloth bag.

Her face showed a mixture of anxiety and helplessness.

"Mom, please persuade Xiuye! Wenhua brought these back from outside. I wanted to give her a set, but she absolutely refused to accept them!"

As Song Xiaomei spoke, she walked up to the crowd and handed the cloth bag in her hand forward.

“Look, Wenhua specially bought all of these. He drives long distances, and every time he goes to a new place, he always thinks about his family and wants to bring back some rare and interesting things.”

Song Wenhua has been a long-distance transporter for many years, traveling all over the country and has a wide range of knowledge.

After returning from this trip, I made a point of picking out a lot of small items that girls would like at the town's department store.

Knowing that there were two women in the family, a younger sister and a sister-in-law, he thought he would give each of them a portion.

Upon seeing this, Zheng Mingyue quickly reached out and took the bulging cloth bag.

Without saying a word, she turned around and stuffed the bag into Shen Cuifen's hands.

"This girl is probably afraid you'll scold her, that's why she doesn't dare to accept it. Cuifen, you should accept it for her, don't refuse."

Shen Cuifen looked down at the cloth bag, which was filled with a dazzling array of items.

The packaging of that box of face cream alone looked exceptionally elegant, which immediately startled me.

"No, no, this is too valuable, we really can't take it! We country folk don't need such fancy things."

She knew in her heart that this bag of things was worth at least one or two yuan.

These days, one or two yuan is no small amount; it's enough to buy several kilograms of rice.

How could she possibly accept it for nothing?

Zheng Mingyue, however, did not allow her to refuse. She grabbed her wrist and forcefully stuffed the cloth bag into her arms.

"What's so precious about it? We're sisters, how can we be so calculating? You accept it, consider it a favor to me, and also accept it on Xiuye's behalf! Friendship is the most precious thing, don't you think?"

She paused, then pointed to the box of face cream and added earnestly, "Both of you have chapped hands. After washing your face at night, apply some face cream, rub it on your face and hands, and keep doing it for three days. They'll definitely be noticeably whiter, and the cracks will heal faster! This is a good thing that's only available in the city, don't waste it!"

Shen Cuifen felt a warmth in her heart from what she said, and declined several times.

Seeing Zheng Mingyue's resolute attitude, and knowing he couldn't persuade her otherwise, he could only lower his head and nod slightly.

"Then I'll accept it on her behalf. I really don't know how to thank you enough."

Upon hearing the word "thank you," Zheng Mingyue immediately glared at her and pretended to be angry, saying, "Didn't you just tell me a couple of days ago not to always say 'thank you'? Why are you saying it again? Do we need to be so formal with each other?"

Seeing her stern face, Shen Cuifen couldn't help but laugh and quickly raised her hands in a gesture of respect.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything more, I won't say 'thank you' anymore. It's getting late, the sun is almost setting, we should go back now."

As she spoke, she looked up at the setting sun, but her thoughts were still on Lu Xiuwei at home.

That girl has always been sensible, but she is still young.

Being alone at home might make her anxious, so she turned to Zheng Mingyue and said, "By the way, Mingyue, I'm planning to go to town tomorrow and buy you a few pairs of shoes. Your old pair, which has been patched up again and again, should be replaced with new ones."

She also wanted to buy a pair for her brother and sister-in-law.

Besides, when I was chatting with Song Qiaoying that night, I heard that many people in the village also wanted to find these kinds of shoes, so I might as well bring some back to sell.

Maybe I can even make a small profit to supplement my household income.

"Who's wearing it? What size? I'll find it for you right now!"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Mingyue immediately agreed, her eyes shining.

She was really struggling to figure out what to give as a gift!

That's great, it just so happens that Shen Cuifen needed it, and I feel much more at ease now.

Shen Cuifen smiled and shook her head.

"It's not for anyone to wear, it's for selling."

Zheng Mingyue then understood, and her face froze.

He immediately realized what was happening, turned around, and rushed into the house.

A short while later, he came out carrying a bulging snakeskin bag.

The bag even rubbed against the door frame, making a rustling sound.

“These are the last forty or fifty pairs of shoes,” she said, catching her breath as she put the bag down. “I really haven’t had time to go out lately, so you can take them all and sell them. Once you’ve sold them all, just give me your cost back; if you can’t sell them, you can bring them back.”

Shen Cuifen glanced at the bag, her gaze settling on one side of it.

There was a dry leaf stuck to it.