The family stayed in Xiaowangzhuang for two nights. Because of her storytelling skills, Feng Mingshu became the most popular older sister among the children.

So much so that when it was time for her to leave, many children came to see her off with great reluctance.

The brigade leader was very enthusiastic and asked the team's tractor driver to give the Feng family a ride on the way, under the pretext of going to the commune for business.

This time, Wang Ma did not return to the city to live with her eldest son's family, but stayed behind to live with her youngest son's family because her youngest daughter-in-law was pregnant and about to give birth.

After a reluctant farewell, the tractor started and drove off with a clattering sound.

Just as the car reached the village entrance and before it could even accelerate, a figure suddenly darted out from behind a house by the roadside, grabbed the mudguard, and jumped onto the back of the truck with a loud bang, startling Xiaomingxue into screaming.

Feng Mingshu quickly hugged his sister to comfort her, while giving the roguish young man who jumped into the car a cold look.

The other person acted as if they didn't know her. They first greeted the tractor driver in front, calling him "Fourth Uncle," and then politely addressed Yu Jingqiu as "Auntie." They then asked, "Auntie, why don't you stay a few more days? My mother would like to invite you to our home for dinner."

Yu Jingqiu smiled gently and said, "Maybe next time." She then looked the young man up and down and asked, "Are you Yunqin's second son? It's been a few years since I last saw you, and you've grown into a handsome young man."

The young man grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "Auntie has a good memory. My name is Qian Eryong. I took my younger brother and sister to play in the mountains a few years ago, but unfortunately they don't remember me."

As he spoke, he looked at the twins, but his gaze seemed to casually sweep over Feng Mingshu.

"Who told you to call me Young Master?" Li Mingyu snorted at Qian Eryong.

"Then I'll apologize. I won't call you 'Young Master' anymore. I'll call you by your name. But you have to tell me your name first," Qian Eryong said with a smile.

Li Mingyu turned his head away and ignored him.

Yu Jingqiu patted her son's back lightly, smiled, and changed the subject, asking about village affairs. Qian Eryong answered politely, behaving like a proper young man.

Upon arriving at the commune, Qian Eryong enthusiastically helped carry the luggage, and no one could stop him.

When the bus to the city arrived, he helped put the luggage on the bus, showing the proper respect due to a younger generation.

Yu Jingqiu was grateful for his help and gave him a red envelope.

Qian Eryong hurriedly declined, saying, "Auntie, I'm an adult now, how can I accept red envelopes anymore?"

Yu Jingqiu smiled and said, "Even if you're an adult, you'll still be my junior. Take the red envelope and give my regards to your mother when you get back."

"My mother is definitely fine, and my aunt, younger brother and sister should also take care of themselves."

Qian Eryong made a joke, then opened the red envelope he had received, went to the front and bought four tickets from the ticket seller. He then handed the tickets and the remaining money to Feng Mingshu, who was sitting by the door with her younger sister, and leaned down to whisper something in her ear.

"Miss, if that soldier ever abandons you, remember to come back to me, and I'll marry you."

Before anyone could react, Qian Eryong quickly jumped out of the car, grinned at her through the window, and waved.

Feng Mingshu turned pale with anger and slammed the window shut.

"Sister, what did that bad guy say to you?" Xiaomingxue asked worriedly.

"It's nothing. Xiaoxue, go to sleep. We'll be in the city when you wake up," Feng Mingshu reassured her.

Xiao Mingxue said "Oh," obediently closed her eyes, and leaned on her sister's shoulder.

The bus started moving and soon left the commune.

Qian Eryong watched the car drive away without moving an inch.

The tractor driver from Xiaowangzhuang, who was also Qian Eryong's fourth uncle, stepped forward and patted his nephew on the shoulder: "Eryong, what are you looking at? You can't reach the rich girls in the city. You should listen to your mother and go to the next brigade to find a wife and settle down properly."

"Fourth Uncle, you know me. I can't live a proper life. Besides, who can say for sure how the world will change? Maybe one day, a rich girl from the city will come back to me." Qian Eryong chuckled, whistling, and waving his hand as he walked into the alley.

Deep in the alley, there is a black market that is neither too big nor too small.

Unfortunately, before he could get to the deeper part, a girl suddenly rushed out and bumped straight into his arms. Qian Eryong dodged with a precise slide.

The girl fell to the ground with a thud, but her movements were swift. She reached out and grabbed Qian Eryong's trouser leg, looking up and crying out, "Brother Qian, save me!"

Qian Eryong kicked his leg and raised an eyebrow: "You know my name? No matter whose side you are, go back and tell him that if you want to use a honey trap, you have to find a beauty first. I don't want someone like you."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a group of people came running from the depths of the alley, and the girl hugged him tightly without hesitation: "I don't belong to anyone, I came to find you. You saved me, so I'm yours from now on!"

Qian Eryong's expression changed, because the person chasing him from the depths of the alley was someone he didn't get along with.

Feng Mingshu was unaware of Qian Eryong's plight.

In her previous life, she didn't return to Xiaowangzhuang at this time, so she naturally didn't encounter such a person.

Even if we meet again in this life, we'll be strangers.

As soon as the bus started moving, she forgot all about him, and completely forgot about his teasing remark.

If even Zhou Jinshan would be forced to divorce her due to circumstances, then there is no man worthy of trust anymore.

At this moment, Feng Mingshu was completely unaware that her trust in Zhou Jinshan was second only to that of her mother and Uncle Li.

After changing buses several times, Feng Mingshu returned to the small villa. Exhausted, he ate a quick lunch and fell asleep as soon as he lay down on the bed.

After waking up at 2 p.m. and feeling refreshed, Feng Mingshu went with her mother to a familiar sewing shop.

The master craftsman in the shop worked for the Feng family when he was young. Later, the Feng family gave him money and let him open his own shop. After that, the business became a joint public-private enterprise, but the friendship between them has always been maintained.

Yu Jingqiu only mentioned that she wanted her daughter to come here to learn some basic sewing skills, and the master craftsman immediately offered to take Feng Mingshu as his apprentice and personally teach her tailoring skills.

"Master, didn't you say you would never take on any more disciples?" the eldest disciple asked.

The master craftsman glared at his eldest apprentice: "When did I say that? Go out and get some sample papers for your junior sister."

The eldest disciple responded and went out, but there seemed to be dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Seeing this, Feng Mingshu said to the master craftsman, "Grandpa Qin, you don't need to formally accept me as your apprentice. I just want to learn the basics and how to make clothes with a sewing machine. Why don't you have your apprentice instruct me?"

Master Qin waved his hand: "My apprentices haven't even mastered the skills yet, how could they possibly instruct a young lady like me?"

These words were overheard by several apprentices outside the house, and their expressions turned rather unpleasant.

"Senior Brother, who is that little brat? Is she worthy of being personally taught by Master?" Master Qin's youngest apprentice couldn't help but ask.

No, he's not the youngest apprentice anymore, he's the fourth apprentice, which is a bit annoying.

Besides, these days every job is a one-person-one-job position, and he's been an apprentice for two years and still hasn't been promoted. Now another competitor has come along.

"I don't know. If you want to know, ask your master." The eldest disciple said this and went in to deliver the sample paper.