Chapter 87 A Restless Heart

The three-day Qingming Festival holiday passed quickly. After all, happy days are always short.

For many people, the few days they spent in Yanggou Village have quietly brought them too many changes.

As soon as the holiday is over, students return to campus to continue their classes, and office workers return to the city and continue typing at their workstations.

Suddenly, there were fewer outsiders in Yanggou Village, and Xia Wu had more free time.

Early in the morning, Xia Wu went to the mountain to release the chickens, ducks and geese, and patrolled the mountain with Hei Dou and Jin Dou. When he returned home for dinner, he finally saw Qi Wei, whom his grandfather had mentioned.

Qi Wei's face didn't look very good. One could tell from his appearance that he was ill, and his whole body was swollen.

Master Yang Si gave the job of delivering milk to Qi Wei. The young man was a good person. He couldn't stay idle while living in Master Yang Si's house and always wanted to do something.

Over the past few days, many old items in Mr. Yang Si's house were repaired by him just by hammering them.

"You must be Qi Wei, hello!"

"Xia Xia, I'm your fan, hello hello."

The two young men shook hands politely and greeted each other. Xia Wu asked with concern, "How have you been feeling these past few days? Have you felt any better?"

Qi Wei smiled bitterly and said, "I haven't felt much change yet, but I feel much better living here without having to go to work."

"You still have to take some rest and not overwork yourself."

"I can still do these little things within my ability, otherwise I'd be sitting idle at home all day."

After chatting for a while, Xia Wu had a general idea of ​​Qi Wei's situation. He worked as a supervisor in a five-star hotel in Handong for three or four years and had a formal contract. So after he fell ill, the hotel did not fire him, but let him take paid leave, which was a disguised form of help.

Qi Wei can only get a basic salary of more than 2,000 yuan every month. He has no car loan or mortgage, and pays for national medical insurance every year. Most of the major illness can be reimbursed, so he can still afford it for the time being.

"I'm planning to take Chinese medicine here for a while and wait for news from the hospital. If a suitable kidney transplant is found, I'll go back for surgery. If there's no kidney transplant, the medication here will be able to control the condition. I plan to give up the house I rented in Handong and rent a house in the village to live here and recuperate."

Qi Wei thought a lot these past two days, and Fourth Master Yang also gave him a lot of advice. His originally panicked and helpless heart gradually calmed down.

There are always unexpected things in life. When they happen to us, we always ask ourselves why and on what basis.

No matter how many questions you ask, you still have to face the problem and solve it.

Qi Wei mustered up the courage to solve the problem, and just hoped that God would be kinder to him.

Xia Wu encouraged him, "Don't worry. Our area is beautiful with mountains and rivers, perfect for recuperation. Maybe your illness will really get better slowly. By the way, if you can do some small jobs, why don't you help me pack vegetables? I guess you've seen it, it's easy work, not tiring. Just putting on delivery labels or something, and you can earn a little money every day."

"Really?" Qi Wei was a little surprised and a little embarrassed. In fact, he had the same idea. After all, doing nothing would be like eating up all the money, but he was just embarrassed to ask.

Xia Wu recruited older people from the village whose families were not well off. It would not look good for him, who was so young, to squeeze in.

I didn't expect Xia Wu to bring it up on his own initiative.

"Really, but the salary isn't high, just enough for food and drink at best. Don't mind, it's all included."

"Thank you so much, you villagers are so kind."

Qi Wei has received so much kindness in the past few days that he doesn't know how to express his gratitude.

Xia Wu didn't care about these things at all. It was just a matter of more people and more pairs of chopsticks.

Shi Hongniang and the others had known about Qi Wei's illness from Mr. Yang Si a long time ago. As soon as the young man joined them, he was treated preferentially. They helped him with some of the heavy work, such as packing vegetables and labeling. It was not a lot of work, and he could also chat with the elderly and listen to them actively comforting him with the hardships they had experienced, as if even the sky falling was no big deal.

Xia Wu felt a little out of energy.

Before, she always thought about going to the town to sell vegetables. She didn’t make much money, but she was happy because she had something to do and wasn’t bored.

Now there are many vegetables on the mountain that can be picked and sold, but she has no motivation to do it.

Every day I drive to help deliver groceries and express deliveries.

During the Qingming Festival, the village received one or two hundred tourists, which may not sound like a lot, but after these tourists came to play, they spread the word among their fan groups. Some posted videos and some did live broadcasts, which brought Xia Wu a lot of orders.

Especially after she launched the monthly vegetable package for 298, which was delivered once a week, four times a month, it was enough for many office workers to solve the problem of buying vegetables, and many people began to order vegetable packages on a monthly basis.

After the holidays, sales of vegetable packages reached a new high.

Many elderly people in the village were busy picking and packing vegetables for her.

The jam was also being cooked and sold as usual. Many fruits on the mountain were almost ripe, and Xia Wu should have found buyers for them. However, as soon as she had that thought, another thought came to her mind: wait a little longer.

What are you waiting for?

Xia Wu himself didn't know.

There was no work to do, and the vegetables were packed and sent away. She drove the car up the mountain, left the door open, and parked it near the orchard.

Jindou and Heidou were wandering around in the orchard. Ever since they found ripe yellow apricots last time, the two little ones had fallen in love with the game of finding fruits.

Xia Wu put the car seat down, leaned on it, pulled out a piece of dogtail grass and held it in his mouth, propped his legs on the steering wheel, put his hands behind his head, and began to daydream leisurely.

A bit boring.

How can it be interesting?

How about going to find Ji Yunzhou and taking him out for a walk?

As soon as this thought came to her mind, Xia Wu smacked her lips. She was really crazy.

She took out her cell phone and opened the WeChat chat history. The last time she and Ji Yunzhou chatted was on the first day of the holiday when she sent Ji Yunzhou back home. He sent her a message asking if she had arrived home.

She was busy at the time and didn't reply to him until several hours later.

Then I didn't receive any messages.

Are you angry with her? Blame her for not replying to your message for so long?

That's impossible. Ji Yunzhou doesn't seem that childish.

Xia Wu admitted that she felt relaxed and at ease when she was with Ji Yunzhou. No matter what she said, Ji Yunzhou could always follow up and understand what she meant.

How can I describe that feeling? If it were just the two of them alone, Xia Wu would feel a little awkward, just like when a person foresees the direction of a relationship at the beginning, but doesn't know how to move in the right direction.

Sometimes, Xia Wu even felt that Ji Yunzhou should think the same way.

So not replying her message is a form of escape?

Xia Wu slid his hand across the message interface again and again, still undecided whether to send him a message to ask.

Let’s just forget it.

Xia Wu pretended not to care, there was no reason for her to take the initiative all the time.

The fan group has expanded to seven. Even though I have set the do not disturb function, there are 999+ messages every time I click on it.

I don’t know what these people are talking about.

Xia Wu took a casual look and found that someone in the group had compiled his experience of visiting Yanggou Village and posted it on the Fanshu website, and then forwarded it to the group.

She clicked on it and found that the blogger was very good at writing travel notes. He took 18 pictures and wrote about the whole process of the two-day and one-night trip. He arrived in the morning of the first day, took a ox cart, went to Yantou Mountain, experienced picking, met the old men and women in the village, and the children who were picking; on the second day, he went to the neighboring Haotang Village, experienced camping, took a boat trip on Chaotian River, and took pictures of the lotus pond. Unfortunately, the lotus flowers had not yet bloomed.

Every picture is beautiful, without any filters. The large meadow on Yantou Mountain was photographed by her like a fairyland. The old man leading a cow on the Chaotian River Arch Bridge and the beautiful woman sitting in the boat are looking at each other across the river. The artistic conception and composition are all beautiful.

This note has received a lot of views, with more than 3,000 likes.

Many uninformed netizens below are asking for the address.

Of course, this trip wasn’t without its drawbacks.

The biggest drawback is the "one night" in two days and one night.

There are no star-rated hotels in Donghua Town, and the environment of ordinary hotels is dirty and messy, which makes many people uncomfortable.

We originally wanted to play for two more days, but due to the accommodation conditions, many people couldn't stand it after the second day and left in a hurry.

Not only this blogger said so, other people in the group also agreed, and some people tagged Xia Wu, hoping that she would improve her accommodation conditions.

Someone suggested that the old houses in Haotang Village are suitable for conversion into homestays. If that is not possible, we can give suggestions to the villagers and see if they can build some homestays.

The first suggestion can be adopted, but the next two suggestions are a bit unreliable.

The investment cost is too high and the villagers simply cannot afford to build a homestay.

Who knows how long the payback period will be?

However, the netizen's idea coincided with Xia Wu's. She also felt that the old house in Haotang Village was particularly suitable for transformation into a B&B.

Xia Wu had this idea before, and he even made friends with the people in Haotang Village, thinking that if he became rich, it would be more convenient to rent the old house.

She can earn a lot of money every day, but she spends it like water. The mountain has not been fully developed yet and money is needed everywhere. It seems that running a B&B is a long way off at the moment.

Xia Wu simply pretended not to see the netizens' suggestions and left the group chat.

After being interrupted like this, her previous affectation was gone. There was no money in her pocket, and what kind of love was that?

It’s better to make money!

Where else could I make money in the mountains? Xia Wu pondered for a moment, found a phone number, and dialed it.

"Hello, Mr. Lu?"

"The apricots on the mountain are ripe. There's a batch of exceptionally good quality, the kind that in ancient times would have been tribute to the emperor. Are you interested?"

"Okay, I'll pick a few and send them to you. Try them and I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

After hanging up the phone, Xia Wu jumped off the bucket cart. The two little kids in the orchard seemed to have discovered something and kept barking. Xia Wu walked over, pulled aside the leaves, and picked the big yellow apricots. After a while, she and the two little kids led her to find five apricots. She ate one, shared one with the two little kids, and took the rest back for her family to eat.

Wait a couple of days until the apricots are more ripe before sending them to Lu Yuan.

"Yang Mingyue, our class has physical education next period. Please give me your lunch box. I'll go to the cafeteria to get you food right after class. There are hamburgers at the counter today!"

Just after the third class in the morning, Yang Mingyue was sitting by the window when a boy suddenly appeared by the window. His name was Yang Zhekai. He was Yang Mingyue's deskmate before the class was divided. Later, when the class was divided after the exam, he had poor grades and was assigned to Class 2.

When they were desk mates, Yang Zhekai ran fast and he was the one who helped Yang Mingyue get food every time. After they were divided into different classes, he still often helped Yang Mingyue.

Yang Mingyue was used to it and didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but this time...

"I don't want to eat a hamburger. I want to eat three windows of rice. Please help me get three windows of rice. I'll give you the meal card."

Yang Mingyue handed her meal card and lunch box to Yang Zhekai through the window.

Yang Zhekai didn't understand. The hamburger was so delicious, why didn't he eat it? But before he could ask, a girl asked Yang Mingyue to go to the bathroom together and had no time to pay attention to him.

The bell rang for class. The playground was right next to the cafeteria, and the students of Ban Li brought their lunch boxes early and placed them by the garden pond or on the ping-pong table.

Yang Zhekai even put his lunch box underneath to cushion Yang Mingyue's lunch box to prevent it from getting dirty.

In physical education class, they had to run, do frog jumps, and learn to dribble. In the last three minutes, the physical education teacher finally let them go and let everyone move freely.

Yang Zhekai was waiting for this sentence. He ran to the sink, washed his hands and face, wiped them dry on his body, picked up two lunch boxes and rushed to the cafeteria.

There was more than one class taking physical education classes, and the other classes finished class earlier. The person who contracted window number one was a young couple who were very creative. They sold barbecue and milk tea at the window of the school cafeteria, and they would always use a small blackboard to announce tomorrow's dishes in advance. The students all knew that there would be hamburgers at window number one today.

As expected, there were already about ten students lined up in front of window number one.

Yang Zhekai looked at the clock hanging in the cafeteria with regret. The get out of class was about to end.

If she lines up at window number one at this time, those people will rush to the cafeteria as soon as the get out of class is over, and Yang Mingyue will definitely be waiting anxiously.

He resolutely ran to window number three, got food for Yang Mingyue first, and then went to window number one to buy a hamburger for himself.

"Oh my god! Why is there more people at window number three than at window number one?"

There were at least twenty people queuing at the three windows. They ran so fast. I should have known not to wash my hands.

But if Yang Mingyue knew that he prepared food for her without washing his hands, she would definitely dislike him again.

As soon as Yang Zhekai stood at the back of the line, the school bell rang.

A minute later, someone ran to the cafeteria door, and two minutes later, long queues formed in front of the three windows.

The town’s No. 1 Middle School implements a staggered meal schedule. This month, the sixth and seventh grades will eat first to avoid overcrowding in the cafeteria.

Finally it was Yang Zhekai's turn. The window was open and the light was bright. Three large iron basins were full of vegetables, which smelled delicious. He handed over the lunch box, and the bald old man who served the food quickly scooped out three dishes and returned the lunch box to him.

My hands didn't shake during the whole process, so the lunch box was filled to the brim.

Shredded potatoes, fried eggs with loofah, and braised pork. The braised pork was bright in color and looked extremely tempting. Yang Zhekai's stomach was growling with hunger and his mouth was constantly drooling.

After preparing two meals, he hurried to the fixed dining table in the class to find Yang Mingyue.

At this moment, he saw that the line in front of window number three had stretched all the way to the cafeteria entrance, and he couldn't help but exclaim again: "Woc!"

Fortunately, he has physical education class this period.

Otherwise, Yang Mingyue would definitely not be able to eat.