【Psychology Level 7】(399/700)

The seventh-level psychology skill gives Zhou Ziwen a keener insight into other people's psychology.

In his daily interactions with Zhao Xiaoya, he began to use this skill consciously or unconsciously, trying to explore the root of her deep inner pain.

The afternoon sun shines through the window into the yard, creating patches of light and shadow.

Zhao Xiaoya sat on a chair, quietly watching Xiao Yueyue playing nearby, with a hint of envy occasionally flashing in her eyes.

Zhou Ziwen moved a stool and sat next to her, chatting with her seemingly casually.

"Xiaoya, what do you think of our Dabazi Village?" Zhou Ziwen asked softly.

Zhao Xiaoya raised her head slightly, looked around, and replied, "It's quieter here than Shatin Village, and everyone is very nice to me."

Her voice was still very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

Zhou Ziwen nodded and continued, "In fact, there will always be some difficulties in life, but as long as we face them bravely, they will eventually pass. If you have any worries, you can also tell me. It may make you feel better."

Zhao Xiaoya's body stiffened slightly, and after a moment of silence, she slowly said, "I just feel like I'm causing trouble for everyone here. With someone like me, I never know when I'll get sick again."

Her hands clenched unconsciously, revealing her inner uneasiness.

Zhou Ziwen patted her shoulder gently and comforted her, "Don't think like that. You are our friend, and we all hope you can get better. And you are in much better condition now than when you first came, aren't you?"

Zhao Xiaoya raised her head and looked at Zhou Ziwen. A glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes and she nodded gently.

After chatting with Zhao Xiaoya for a while, Zhou Ziwen returned to the house and started busying himself with his translation work.

As his English proficiency improved, his translation speed also increased unconsciously. Although it was only a few days, he had translated a lot of information.

At the current rate of progress, he would be able to finish translating all the materials in less than a month, or even less than half a month.

By then, he will have a large amount of royalties income.

The journal that Li Guangwen asked him to translate this time was different from the last time.

Last time, Li Guangwen let him test the waters, so the information was relatively simple and not many words, but this time it was different.

This time, the task Li Guangwen assigned to him was not only long in words, but also involved more complex and in-depth professional fields.

The journal is filled with professional terms, complex charts and data, and detailed descriptions of experimental processes related to various cutting-edge agricultural machinery improvement technologies.

For Zhou Ziwen, these contents are both a challenge and an opportunity to make money.

However, Zhou Ziwen did not feel uneasy about this, but rather excited.

Because the remuneration Li Guangwen paid him was calculated based on the number of words translated. The more words, the higher the remuneration.

Moreover, translating materials can be considered a contribution to the country.

After all, in this era, translation talents like him are still very rare.

He kept translating until the afternoon, when Chen Shiying came back. Only then did he put down his work, prepare to have dinner, and then take a rest.

After dinner, Zhou Ziwen has to explain mushroom cultivation techniques to the villagers. He is very busy, but he does not feel tired. Instead, he feels extremely fulfilled.

He believes that as long as he works hard, his life will get better and better.

After dinner, Zhou Ziwen rested for a while and then walked towards the threshing ground with Chen Shiying.

The explanation of mushroom cultivation technology is about to begin, and villagers are rushing in, looking forward to learning new skills to get rich.

The threshing ground was crowded with people, and the villagers sat together with eager anticipation on their faces.

Zhou Ziwen stood on a makeshift podium with some mushroom cultivation tools and samples beside him. Next to him was a blackboard that Wu Dagang had found from somewhere, on which was a simple diagram of the mushroom growth cycle.

Zhou Ziwen cleared his throat and began today's presentation: "Fellow villagers, we've already covered the basic process of mushroom cultivation. Today, let's delve into the key points that require special attention during different growth stages."

His voice was steady and confident, and his eyes swept across the audience, meeting the villagers' trusting gazes.

He picked up a fungus sample and showed it to everyone: "Look at this fungus. This is a variety we carefully selected to suit the local environment."

"When inoculating, the environment must be clean and sterile. Even a small amount of foreign bacteria may affect the growth of the entire batch of mushrooms."

As he spoke, he skillfully demonstrated the vaccination movements. His movements were standardized and smooth. The villagers watched attentively, afraid of missing any details.

With Zhou Ziwen's explanation and demonstration, the villagers' understanding of mushroom cultivation gradually deepened.

They raised their questions and confusions one after another, and Zhou Ziwen patiently answered them one by one.

Time passed unknowingly and night fell, but the lights on the threshing ground were still bright.

Zhou Ziwen felt extremely relieved when he saw the villagers' enthusiasm.

He believes that as long as everyone works together, the future of Dabazi Village will be even better.

After the lecture, Zhou Ziwen and Chen Shiying cleaned up the tools and samples on the podium together.

The villagers dispersed one after another, but their faces were filled with satisfaction and expectation.

Zhou Ziwen looked at all this and felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

By the time they got home, it was already dark outside.

After washing up quickly, Zhou Ziwen rested with the two sisters.

Just as Zhou Ziwen was about to start tonight's evening activities, Chen Qiaoyi's words startled him.

"Brother Ziwen, I don't think I had my period this month."

Zhou Ziwen is also an old hand, and he reacted immediately when he heard this.

"Hasn't it come this month? Let me see."

Now, Zhou Ziwen no longer cared about evening exercise.

He grabbed Chen Qiaoyi's hand and began to take her pulse.

Zhou Ziwen placed his fingers lightly on Chen Qiaoyi's wrist, his brows slightly furrowed, his expression focused and serious.

After a moment, a look of surprise gradually appeared on Zhou Ziwen's face.

He let go of her hand and looked at Chen Qiaoyi, his eyes full of tenderness and joy: "Yiyi, congratulations, you are pregnant."

Chen Qiaoyi's eyes widened, seemingly unable to believe it. "Really? Brother Ziwen, I'm really pregnant?"

There was a slight tremor in her voice, her hands unconsciously touched her abdomen, and tears of excitement flashed in her eyes.

She had always wanted to give birth to a son for Zhou Ziwen, so she wanted to have a few more.

I didn’t expect that she would be pregnant again just a few months after Yueyue was born. It was such a seamless transition!

Chen Shiying, who was standing nearby, heard the news and came over excitedly: "That's great, Yiyi, this is such a happy event!"

She held Chen Qiaoyi's hand, a happy smile on her face. (End of this chapter)