Gu Xilan arrived at the private plot at some point and, seeing the group of people gathered together, became curious.

But when she leaned closer and saw their food, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Who did this?"

Then, seeing Zhao Guoan still holding the water ladle, he snatched it away.

"How can you treat vegetables like this? If you do this, are you even going to eat vegetables anymore? The weather is cold now, so vegetables grow slowly. I think you're only fit for plain porridge with pickled vegetables!"

As she spoke, she cleaned up the vegetables that had been covered by soil.

Jiang Jinxiu touched her nose, wondering if she shouldn't have let them water the vegetables.

She just felt that it was a bit hard for Gu Xilan to have to water the vegetables every day after school in such cold weather.

Moreover, it's cold now, and it's not good for girls to keep touching cold water, and vegetables can't be left unwashed either.

She was thinking of asking them to help her share the burden.

Who knew these two were so stupid, unable to even do something so simple?

Gu Xichen could tell what Jiang Jinxiu was thinking just by looking at her.

"Xiao Lan, from now on, let those two help you fetch water, and you can do the watering. A few people working together will make the job faster."

Gu Xilan looked at the two people still standing to the side, then at her brother and sister-in-law and Grandma Luo, and nodded.

Since they're strong, there's no harm in using them.

"That's good, Xiao Lan. From now on, if you need anything, just ask Zhao Guoan. We can't let him freeload off us!"

Grandma Luo chuckled to herself.

Jiang Jinhua: "Sister, didn't you say it would only be a punishment..."

Jiang Jinxiu immediately glanced at her and said, "What, do you have a problem with that? Or are you saying that you've become an immortal now and don't need to eat anymore?"

Don't think I don't know you already told the village chief you weren't going to work.

Jiang Jinhua was rendered speechless by Jiang Jinxiu's retort.

How did her sister find out that he's not working now?

He remembered asking the village chief not to tell his sister.

The few work points he earned each day from cutting pig feed were really less than what he could earn from a single trip to the black market.

Why would he waste his time cutting pig feed?

His father said that time should be spent on meaningful things.

Jiang Jinxiu had indeed known for a long time that Jiang Jinhua wasn't going to work. The reason was simple: she was more influential than Jiang Jinhua in the village.

In addition, the villagers love all sorts of gossip.

I would often go to the big banyan tree to gather around, and I would know what was going on in everyone's village.

On the train.

Jiang Junrong, whom Jiang Jinhua was referring to, was currently trying his best to coax the angry Zhou Wenjing.

"Honey, I was wrong. I shouldn't have been looking around like that. I promise I won't talk to other women anymore. If I say it again, you can punish me as you please!"

Actually, you can't blame him for this.

Who knew that the woman in the upper bunk was so eccentric, always going up and down.

And they were incredibly shameless, always trying to talk to him.

If he hadn't caught her, that woman would have fallen right on top of him.

If others see this and use it to make a fuss, they might accuse him of having illicit relationships.

He died unjustly!

That woman was as withered as wood; she was nowhere near as pretty as his wife.

Although his wife is over forty now, she is still the object of many men's affections.

Who can blame him when his wife is fair-skinned and beautiful?

He's plump where he should be, and slim where he should be!

His old comrades in the army envied him.

And he hadn't forgotten the way people looked at his wife as they passed by on the way.

He was so angry he wanted to stuff his wife into his pocket.

Why would you choose a withered piece of wood over such a beautiful wife?

He's not mentally ill!

In fact, Zhou Wenjing had seen everything that happened, but she was still very angry.

She crossed her legs, placed her hands in front of her chest, and quietly looked at Jiang Junrong.

Jiang Junrong quickly moved closer to Zhou Wenjing, praising her and criticizing the other woman in a very ingratiating manner.

Zhou Wenjing listened with great satisfaction.

But the woman on the upper bunk started to cover her face and cry.

"How dare you talk to me like that? Are you even a man?"

"Whether I'm a man or not is none of your business. My wife knows! Isn't she my wife?"

Zhou Wenjing glared at him and said to the woman, "Don't think I don't know you're thinking about my man. How many times have you spoken to him since you got on the bus?"

Who sleeps on the top bunk and often wears a skirt to climb up and down?

I deliberately didn't step firmly when I came down, don't think I didn't see it!

And why are the buttons on your skirt so open? You know the answer yourself.

The others who had originally wanted to speak up for the woman all looked at the woman's collar after hearing Zhou Wenjing's words.

The woman's collar was unbuttoned twice, and when she bent over, you could see a bit of what was underneath.

Not to mention climbing up and down in a skirt.

When the woman saw everyone looking at her, she immediately covered her collar with her hand and protested pitifully, "I...I don't know when it opened! Waaah..."

This week, Wenjing rolled her eyes: "Who do you think I am?"

People originally wanted to talk about Zhou Wenjing, but now they've all turned their attention to that woman.

"How can you be so shameless..."

"She's not exactly plump, no wonder people look down on her!"

"I wonder if she's married or not, and whether her husband knows what kind of person she is..."

"Hooliganism is a crime punishable by imprisonment..."

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