[Set in the 1970s + Face-Slapping s*umbags + Dimensional Space + Sweet Romance + Cozy Domestic Life]
Deng Zhilian wakes up to find herself inside a 1970s-era novel — as the brainless, big-b...
In the spacious and bright main hall of the Luo family, Wei Yanzhen and Luo Yisen sat opposite each other. Deng Zhilan was also a little confused, wondering in her heart if there was anything else that needed to be discussed.
Wei Yanzhen did not hesitate and said directly:
"We will go to work in the fields tomorrow, and our whole family will participate."
"However, my wife is pregnant now. Although I cannot give her any special treatment, I still hope that Captain Luo can arrange some relatively leisurely work for her."
After hearing this, Luo Yisen suddenly understood that Wei Yanzhen had come to him for this matter. He couldn't help but feel a little admiration for the Wei family's actions.
"There are some leisurely jobs, but I can't make the decision. You'll have to go ask them when the time comes."
Luo Yisen continued, "Mrs. Xu is also pregnant. Her husband is the accountant of the brigade and lives in the east end of the village. You can go and discuss it with her."
Wei Yanzhen nodded: "Okay, I understand. Thank you Captain Luo for telling me."
Luo Yisen waved his hand, "We are all from the same team, why be polite?"
After the discussion, Wei Yanzhen took Deng Zhilan back home and informed his mother-in-law of the situation. Wei Yanzhen was about to go out again, but Deng Zhilan stopped him.
"Yan Zhen, take these things. I'll go with you. Since we're discussing a job, we can't go empty-handed."
Afterwards, the couple went out together and came to Mrs. Xu's home at the east end of the village.
Mrs. Xu warmly welcomed them into the house. Wei Yanzhen explained the purpose of their visit. Mrs. Xu looked embarrassed:
"This warehouse gate job isn't exactly easy, and I can handle it all by myself..."
Mrs. Xu's belly was obviously bigger than Deng Zhilan's, and it looked like she was about to give birth. She was hesitant in her words, but she just wanted to bargain.
Wei Yanzhen immediately took out a bag of brown sugar, a can of malted milk, and a net bag of fruit candies from behind him.
"Mrs. Xu, your belly looks like it's about to bulge. Take these things to nourish your body."
"If my wife dies, you will still be the one guarding the warehouse."
This was exactly what Mrs. Xu wanted. Malted milk and sugar were rare items, and her husband was very stingy with his money, so how could he afford to buy them for her?
Actually, she is about to give birth, and she has to breastfeed the baby after giving birth, so she plans to rest for a while.
After she has had a good rest, the young wife in front of her will probably have a child too. By then, the job of looking after the warehouse will have to be returned to her.
"Okay, I'm pregnant now and I need to take a rest. Let your wife go to the warehouse to watch the gate!"
Wei Yanzhen and Deng Zhilan both breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the deal was done.
The two thanked Mrs. Xu and left. When they got home, Wei's mother and daughter smiled with satisfaction when they learned that the matter was done.
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The next day, Deng Zhilan reported to the warehouse.
Various grains and tools are piled up in the warehouse of the Dongfeng Brigade. Now it is summer, in order to prevent the grain in the warehouse from getting moldy and infested with insects, there is also a large ceiling fan in the warehouse that blows air all the time.
Deng Zhilan's job is to guard the gate to prevent people from entering and leaving at will, and to record the distribution of tools. It's an easy job.
Wei Yanzhen followed his family to work in the fields and was about to separate from Deng Zhilan.
Before leaving, Wei Yanzhen was reluctant to leave. He threw away the rake in his hand, went over to hug Deng Zhilan, rubbed her head and said:
"If you need anything, call me from inside the field."
"There is a reclining chair in this warehouse. If you are tired or have back pain, just lie down and take a rest."
"Come home at noon. I'll cook for you. You don't have to cook."