The weaving group's current order is the largest and is almost finished. Cheng Xiuyun was thinking of having Song Yan go to the supply and marketing cooperative to inquire, and this time her attitude was very good. However, she wanted to go with him. It was unclear whether she wanted to go and see for herself or was worried about Song Yan.

The supply and marketing cooperative's acquisition agreement had already been signed; the only question was whether Song Yan would release it or not. How could he let Cheng Xiuyun go with him?

In the afternoon, Xiuyun tripped and fell flat on her face on her way home from the construction site, knocking out a tooth. How can she go out like this?

As Cheng Xiuyun lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), she felt that her fall was very strange. She clearly felt that something had tripped her, but when she got up, the road was smooth and there was nothing there.

She didn't know why, but the more she thought about it, the more goosebumps she felt.

Oh dear, is it the thing she asked her brother to do?

But that matter had nothing to do with Wei An and Wei Ping.

Cheng Xiuyun slept restlessly, constantly feeling that there was movement outside. She remained anxious until dawn, thankfully nothing happened. She breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed she had been overthinking things.

Now that Shuanzhu and Damei can eat every day, Song Yan can think about other things.

Song Yan didn't go to the county at all; she just wandered around the commune's black market, looking for anything useful. If she came across pork, she'd definitely buy it. This time it was wild boar meat, and seeing the stall owner had over 30 jin left, she bought it all.

I also sold ten chickens and ten rabbits on the side.

I also mailed a package to Wei Aiguo. It contained raisins.

The grapes in the space were ripe. Song Yan put the grapes in a jar, like grilling fish, but much further away from the flame, so that the temperature inside the jar was lower than when grilling fish, and they dried slowly. Surprisingly, Song Yan actually made raisins. Oh, they're so delicious! I'll mail some to Wei Aiguo to try.

I really only sent a little bit. Raisins aren't produced in the north, and sending too many would be too conspicuous. I also sent a lot of dried roasted fish.

When Song Yan leaves the village, she often carries a basket or a small hamper on her back. If someone asks her why, she says she's bringing some vegetables back for a friend. When she returns, she still carries the basket or hamper, so no one pays any attention.

Today she brought out a new 15-foot blue floral flag, along with a set of secondhand clothes she had just bought on the black market, and put them all in a basket.

Sister-in-law Cheng felt she was troubling Song Yan too much, especially since he kept eating her food. She insisted on paying for the eggs. The fish were caught in the river and cost nothing, so Song Yan couldn't accept payment for that.

The Cheng family all felt bad. In Song Yan's opinion, as long as Shuanzhu and Damei got back together, nothing else mattered.

Song Yan decided to have them help him with the work: make two new outfits and alter one old one. They were to be made to resemble Youfu's slender build, but shorter than him.

Song Yan went straight there without even going home, only to be stopped by Cheng Xiuyun. "Song, what did Director Liu say?"

Song Yan took out the agreement and samples and handed them to Cheng Xiuyun, whose lips were swollen.

Cheng Xiuyun: "What is this? Why are there so many colors? Where would we get so many colors?" She was more attentive to her husband's dyeing work. There aren't that many colors of dye in total, are there?

"These are all colors we dyed." My job is done, what does it matter to me what happens to you afterwards? Song Yan locked Cheng Xiuyun out of the room.

Cheng Xiuyun was furious. Actually, Widow Wang's idea was quite good; it all depended on her younger brother. From now on, Song Yan's job was to ensure Xiaoxiao's well-being, so she had to obediently listen to him.

Cheng Xiuyun turned and left.

…

Everything in the space is now irrigated with water from the second spring. Once they harvest, they can tie up Shuanzhu and Damei and have plenty of food to eat. Otherwise, relying on just two eggs and fish a day simply won't provide the children with all the necessary nutrients.

Song Yan was afraid that Xiao Xiao would become suspicious, so he always froze the fish before making fish soup.

The fish, weighing four or five pounds, filled a small basin with its meat alone. Sometimes, when Fu wasn't home, Song Yan would deliver it. Other times, Xiao Xiao would go instead. Song Yan's fish soup, simmered in an earthenware pot, had an irresistible aroma the moment the lid was lifted. Today, it was prepared early, as Xiao Xiao hadn't visited Shuanzhu and Damei for several days. Today, she brought the fish soup over and checked on the children while she was at it.

Ever since the child started eating solid food, there have been noticeable changes. Yesterday, he was even able to stand up for a short while. Xiaoxiao was anxious to go and check on him.

The Cheng family got close to Song Yan, and consequently, they also got close to Xiaoxiao.

The earthenware pot weighed several pounds, the fish weighed about five pounds, and there was also the broth inside. It was about ten pounds of food, which Xiaoxiao carefully carried in a basket. A little snow had fallen that morning, and Xiaoxiao was very cautious, afraid of dropping it.

"Jiang Zhiqing, where are you going?"

Xiaoxiao was so focused on the road that she only realized it was Cheng Yi speaking when she heard the voice. He was still using crutches, his leg not fully healed, and he was blocking the way.

Jiang Xiaoxiao knew exactly who he was, so she ignored him and prepared to walk around him.

"Hey, don't go, Jiang Xiaoxiao. What are you carrying? Let me see!" He originally wanted to say a few words to Jiang Xiaoxiao, but the delicious aroma was too tempting. Lazy and greedy Cheng Yi couldn't help but ask what it was.

“What it is is none of your business.” Cheng Yi stretched out his cane to block the way, preventing Xiao Xiao from passing on the left. Jiang Xiao Xiao then tried to go to the right, but his other cane was also blocked on the right.

Actually, his leg is almost fully recovered, otherwise he wouldn't dare to swing his crutches so recklessly.

"Are you trying to be a pervert? If you don't move aside, I'll report you to the brigade." Jiang Xiaoxiao said.

Cheng Yi was well past the age to get married. Because of his irresponsibility, he couldn't find a wife at all. Looking at Jiang Xiaoxiao now, he saw that she was tall and somewhat thin, but in the past few months, Song Yan had fed her so well that she looked radiant and healthy. She was clearly different from the dark-skinned girls from the countryside.

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