Chapter 64 Your name is Song Zhan, you can definitely stand up.

Huang Ya took out a cigarette: "Fellow villager, do us a favor, we need to buy something."

The man didn't take his cigarette: "You should leave now, this isn't a place for you."

It's no wonder he overthinks things; Huang Ya and Shen Wanjun were both wearing overcoats, and the man was handsome and the woman was beautiful—they were clearly not ordinary people.

Their motives for coming to the black market are definitely not pure.

Undeterred, Huang Ya pulled out another pack of cigarettes, but the man remained unmoved.

Shen Wanjun pulled him to a secluded spot, saying, "We need to get ready."

Before Huang Ya could understand what she meant by "dressing up," Shen Wanjun had already smeared a handful of mud on his face.

His overcoat was stripped off, and he was put in a tattered, unfashionable cotton-padded jacket.

Shen Wanjun looked her up and down, and said with satisfaction, "Go ahead, this time I guarantee it will be successful."

Huang Ya scratched the back of his head, walked over with some doubt, and actually managed to sneak in.

Shen Wanjun quickly followed suit and dressed herself up as a village girl. She was so fair-skinned that she had to apply several layers of ash to cover up her fair complexion.

After paying 50 cents in protection money, I successfully found the uncle who sold honeycomb briquettes.

Several people were selling from carts, and Shen Wanjun lied and said she was buying them for the factory, so she bought them all.

She unloaded the honeycomb briquettes in a deserted place and stored them all in her spatial storage.

After wandering around, I bought a lot of warm cotton clothes and quilts, as well as food for the winter.

Shen Wanjun went on a shopping spree, spending money like water.

I wanted to buy something else, but I kept feeling like someone was watching me.

Without a doubt, she must have bought too much and attracted attention.

Helpless, she had no choice but to leave first.

Soon, Huang Ya also bought several truckloads of honeycomb briquettes.

"Sister-in-law, is this enough?"

He pointed to the honeycomb briquettes piled up like a small mountain.

“It’s enough for our family. I couldn’t find anyone selling coal just now,” Shen Wanjun said. “Your infirmary is quite cold too.”

She took out two hundred yuan: "Go buy some more. If you don't have enough money, use mine."

"The jeep is empty anyway, we can just haul it all back later."

Huang Ya thought for a moment, took the money and said, "Okay, I'll owe you this money for now, I'll pay you back when I get back."

He wanted to appear generous, but his wallet wouldn't allow it.

He can forgo the one yuan accommodation fee, but he has to keep the 200 yuan.

The jeep's cargo bed was packed full, with several layers of wooden planks laid on top.

There's nowhere left to sit; people will have to sit on wooden planks.

Huang Yasai gave the driver a pack of cigarettes, and the driver chuckled and said, "The snow will stop soon, there's really no need for all this."

Not only is it unnecessary, it's downright pointless.

There are free honeycomb briquettes available regularly in the compound; you have to buy your own for whatever you need.

To bring it back from such a far place, what else is that but a hassle?

In his opinion, young people really don't know how to manage their lives.

Huang Ya is unmarried, earns her own money and spends it all, living a carefree and independent life.

Shen Wanjun's husband is a battalion commander and earns a lot of money. She has no idea how expensive daily necessities like firewood, rice, oil, and salt are.

After dinner, the group went to bed early.

Compared to the cramped hospital bed last night, Song Zhan is very satisfied with the place he's staying tonight.

Shen Wanjun was also satisfied. She said, "Go to sleep now, we have to get up early tomorrow."

The implication was that Song Zhan should stop making trouble.

Song Zhan nodded obediently, but Shen Wanjun glanced at him and felt that he was unreliable.

Sure enough, after only a short nap, Song Zhan ruthlessly abandoned his pillow and squeezed next to Shen Wanjun.

"Stop fooling around." Shen Wanjun, still half asleep, patted him.

Song Zhan only paused for two seconds before coming closer again.

He pulled the person into his arms: "No pillow is as comfortable as my arm."

Ever since Song Zhan became clingy, Shen Wanjun has lost the right to sleep on a pillow.

Every day I either rest my head on his arm or sleep on his chest.

Song Zhan said, "Come into my arms quickly."

Shen Wanjun said speechlessly, "I'm right here in your arms."

None of my family members understand the intense hobbies of this rough-around-the-edges man.

Song Zhan pointed to his chest, "Come up here."

Shen Wanjun quietly got up and nestled against his chest like a baby.

Song Zhan stroked her head and patted her back: "Now you're finally in my arms."

Shen Wanjun looked up and met his gaze, giggling incessantly. She felt like a little baby.

She was being held in Song Zhan's arms, being carefully protected.

My heart feels warm, and I'm just about to go to sleep.

Song Zhan suddenly grabbed her head: "Wife, you can't escape."

“I never thought about running away.” Shen Wanjun touched his chin and took the initiative to attack.

Teasing people is one of her strengths.

Her red lips pressed against his, and the two kissed passionately, reluctant to part.

The blankets at the guesthouse were a bit thin, but the two of them didn't feel cold at all.

Shen Wanjun even broke out in a sweat from the heat; Song Zhan was like a fireball, so hot that her heart trembled.

Shen Wanjun pressed her ear against Song Zhan's chest, listening to his strong and powerful heartbeat.

Touching his chest muscles, she said, "Honey, once you've recovered, we should buy family planning supplies."

"Cough cough cough." Upon hearing this, Song Zhan suddenly coughed violently.

Shen Wanjun got up and poured him a glass of water. Did she say something wrong?

"Buy...buy what?" Song Zhan asked.

"Family planning supplies."

"Oh!" Song Zhan's face remained calm, but his mind was in turmoil.

I'm looking forward to family planning supplies.

but……

"What if I never get to stand up again?" he asked anxiously.

He had asked this question before, but at that time he only wanted to get rid of Shen Wanjun.

Back then, he was a cold-blooded, rough man, not the clingy person he is now.

At that time, he didn't care. He thought, "So what if it's like this? Fate is unfair, what can I do?"

But now, he desperately wants to get back on his feet and support his family.

He fulfilled his duty as a husband—to protect his wife and children from the wind and rain.

Shen Wanjun's smile was lewd: "You've already stood up."

Song Zhan: ...

"Stop joking, I'm serious."

"Not being able to stand up doesn't prevent you from standing up in other places."

Song Zhan: ...

"Honey, be serious."

Shen Wanjun coughed twice and said, "What I mean is, it's okay if you can't stand up, as long as you don't make me live like a widow."

Song Zhan: ...

That doesn't sound quite proper.

“Your name is Song Zhan, you can definitely stand up,” Shen Wanjun comforted him. “With me here, there will be no problem.”

The spring water has already shown initial results, and the dosage can be increased further.

Song Zhan laughed heartily, and Shen Wanjun touched his face: "Don't talk."

Kiss me.

Like lips and teeth, inseparable, another night of commotion ensued.

The group set off early the next day.

The driver's prediction failed; the snow continued to fall all night.

The jeep drove over it, making a creaking sound on the road.

When the car reached a field, it suddenly stalled.

The driver jumped out of the car to check and tried to start the engine several times, but failed each time.

Huang Ya jumped out of the car to help fix it, and they passed by two fellow villagers.

Shen Wanjun took out two steamed buns and handed them to the other person: "Fellow villager, do you have an oxcart here?"

If a jeep can't be repaired, an oxcart will do; it's slower, but better than nothing.

The man and woman exchanged a glance, then shook their heads: "No."

Song Juan rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, "Can't help at all, yet has the nerve to take someone else's steamed buns."

After a while, the two men suddenly turned back and asked, "Comrades, are you carrying honeycomb briquettes in your truck?"

The driver, while repairing the car, said, "Yes."

No sooner had he finished speaking than three or four people suddenly appeared from the side.

The leader shouted, "Honeycomb briquettes! Honeycomb briquettes!"

Several men rushed up, knocked the driver unconscious with a stick, climbed onto the car, and started robbing it without a second thought.