Chapter 96 Fierce Artillery Fire

But Shen Xuewei wasn't afraid of any of that; in fact, many people at the school had seen her selling things there.

People who know her, or even teachers, will make a special trip to buy from her.

In any case, she has benefited in the end, so even if others say a word or two and it gets back to her, she won't react.

Seeing her so composed, he was taken aback, as if he were meeting her for the first time.

Shen Xuewei ignored him and continued selling the vegetables that Grandpa Chen had brought.

The two brought at least a hundred kilograms of goods to the market to sell. Soybeans and glutinous rice, among other things, had already been sold to a special buyer. The rest were vegetables and two ducks that were being sold at the stall.

We've only been selling for an hour, and we've only made a little over ten yuan.

Neither of the two ducks was sold.

Both of them felt that if they could sell one, it would be a major success, and they could close up shop for the day.

Wang Zhuoxi looked at her as he walked to his mother's side.

His mother held up a huge parasol, pulling at her sweat-soaked clothes, her forehead still dripping with sweat.

She cursed, "This awful weather, is it even meant for human life...?"

Then, when he saw a passerby approaching, he stopped cursing, put on a smile, and greeted them.

"Sweet and juicy watermelon! If it's not sweet, you can have it for free..."

Amidst the cacophony of vendors' cries, Wang Zhuoxi suddenly felt that there was nothing shameful about it anymore.

Whether we'll see it or not is uncertain.

Even if he saw it, so what? Did he eat someone else's rice?

He picked up a piece of cardboard from the side and used it to fan the mother who was hawking her wares.

Wang Ma felt the warm breeze beside her and was stunned.

She turned her head stiffly and saw Wang Zhuoxi fanning her with a serious expression.

Noticing her gaze, Wang Zhuoxi awkwardly said, "Why are you looking at me? I'll just fan you at most, I won't help you sell anything."

Seeing Wang Zhuoxi's stubbornness, Wang's mother smiled with satisfaction, "You rascal!"

Shen Xuewei and Grandpa Chen waited for another two hours before someone finally took a liking to the two ducks they had brought.

After some haggling, the two ducks were successfully sold.

Grandpa Chen counted the money in his hand, noticed the fine sweat on Shen Xuewei's forehead, got up and went to the small shop next door to buy her a bag of slightly icy soy milk.

Shen Xuewei touched the bag of soy milk and found that although it was a little cool, it wasn't too cold, and her stomach could handle it.

So he took it, poked it with the small straw, and drank it.

She took a couple of sips, but then realized that Grandpa Chen hadn't bought any for her, so she stopped drinking.

"Grandpa, it's hot, why don't you have some?"

Grandpa Chen shook his head. "Grandpa doesn't like to drink this. You drink it. Grandpa brought water. Grandpa will drink water."

He reached out and picked up the plastic bottle next to him, then shook it in his hand.

The plastic bottle contained water he brought from home.

Shen Xuewei didn't say anything, but took two more sips, then handed over the soy milk in her hand, clutching her stomach and saying:

"Grandpa, I can't drink anymore. You drink it, otherwise it will be a waste."

Grandpa Chen glanced at her, saw her clutching her stomach and frowning, and asked her with concern.

"Does your stomach hurt? Grandpa brought some toilet paper from home. Why don't you go to the toilet?"

Shen Xuewei simply placed the remaining half of the soy milk in her hand into his hand.

"My stomach doesn't hurt, I just can't drink anymore."

Seeing that there didn't seem to be any major problems, Grandpa Chen didn't say anything more and picked up the bag of soy milk in his hand to drink.

Shen Xuewei sold the remaining vegetables at a low price.

After packing up their stall, they planned to stroll around the market with Grandpa Chen.

After walking a few steps, I could vaguely hear Wang Zhuoxi's soft hawking voice coming from behind me.

"Selling watermelons, sweet and juicy watermelons..."

She followed behind Grandpa Chen, a slow smile playing on her lips.

When Chen Fanglan had some free time, she went home to visit her elderly parents and Shen Xuewei.

She had only been home for a day when she was already annoyed by her grandmother's constant urging to get married.

Unable to withstand Grandma Xi's fierce barrage, she packed her bag and ran away the next day.

Shen Xuewei stood on the drying ground, watching her fleeing figure, and shook her head.

A few days ago, when Grandma Xi was working in the fields, she had a brief get-together with her old friends from another village.

Her old friend kept bragging about her son, daughter, and even son-in-law, and would often bring up Grandma Xi's children to make comparisons.

Chen Fangmin got married early, completed a major life event, and has a son and a daughter. Her only regret is that she lives too far away from her parents' home.

Chen Fangli is filial and married nearby, but she is a bit dull and not very clever.

Chen Fanglan is beautiful, but after getting married and divorced, she is now 29 years old (30 by Chinese reckoning) and still hasn't remarried.

Chen Fangyang was handsome and eloquent, but he was lazy and gluttonous, and even went so far as to become someone else's live-in son-in-law.

Grandma Xi still hasn't had the nerve to tell anyone.

Whenever someone asks, I just give a vague answer.

The youngest, Chen Fangqiu, was unruly and idle all day long. He was frequently arrested, but he was too embarrassed to mention it.

As she compared them one by one, Grandma Xi, though outwardly expressionless, was extremely depressed inside, despite her old friends' boasting.

Looking left and right, the only thing they could do was to bring up Shen Xuewei and show her off, barely managing to save face.

As someone who was somewhat involved in the situation, Shen Xuewei naturally knew why Grandma Xi had been so irritable these days.

Chen Fanglan's current refusal to get married is a thorn in Grandma Xi's side.

In her traditional view, she stubbornly believed that women must get married.

This idea is so deeply ingrained that it is virtually impossible to change.

Shen Xuewei had tried to speak up for Chen Fanglan in a subtle way, but her words were not accepted by Grandma Xi.

Gradually, she stopped hoping that her maternal grandmother would understand Chen Fanglan.

After a summer vacation, Shen Xuewei's skin successfully tanned another shade darker.

However, his body gradually became stronger, no longer as weak as before, and he even became much stronger.

Compared to when she first came to Xiaoli Village, she is now a healthy girl.

August has arrived.

Shen Xuewei and Grandma Xi had just returned from the fields when they saw Grandpa Chen killing a chicken and making cured meat to entertain a relative who had returned from the city.

The man's name was Chen Xiangheng. He looked to be around forty years old, bald, and overweight. He was of the same generation as Chen's maternal grandfather.

His tone seemed gentle, but it carried a subtle air of condescension and disdain.

Upon seeing Shen Xuewei and Grandma Xi enter, he, who was standing by the door, quickly moved to the side.

After stopping, he didn't forget to pat his sleeves, as if afraid of getting any dirt on the two of them.

Shen Xuewei put down her basket and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

He smiled insincerely, "Oh, this must be your sister-in-law. I'm Xiang Heng. It's been so many years, I wonder if you still recognize me?"

Grandma Xi racked her brains to recall this person, and finally managed to bring him back from her distant memories.

Her tone was a mixture of surprise and delight.

"How could I forget? You were the first college graduate from this Chen area, a golden phoenix from our remote mountain village. I heard you work in a big city and earn a lot of money every month!"

"I remember you haven't been to my house for many years, have you? What brings you here today?"