The Soft and Cute Little Educated Youth's Daily Melon-Eating

Chen Shuning wasn't sure whether to call herself lucky or unlucky.

Her misfortune was that, having had a stable job and a prosperous life, she lost her life in a fire at a newly opened la...

Chapter 223 Happiness That Makes Others Jealous

With a blizzard approaching, Chen Shuning and He Chaoyang were anxious and hurried to where the oxcart was parked.

At this moment, Old Yang, who was in charge of driving the carriage, was also extremely anxious.

The north wind, which had subsided for a day yesterday, started howling again, the sky grew increasingly dark, and it seemed as if heavy snow could fall at any moment.

The old man thought worriedly that traveling in such terrible weather conditions would not only make his old car suffer, but also the people in the car, and there were also safety concerns.

The snow that had fallen a few days ago was still piled up on the ground and had not melted. If it continued to snow, the roads would inevitably become very difficult to travel.

Even if we set off right now, it might be too late. There are still many people who haven't returned yet. I really don't know why these old women are so slow when they're buying something.

If the delay continues, they will probably have to travel at night. The blizzard combined with the darkness will undoubtedly be a double blow to him and his old partner.

Old Yang wanted to go out and look for someone, but he was worried that he might take the wrong path and miss the others.

After the others returned, he left, which caused delays and left him only to worry helplessly.

On a normal day, it wouldn't be a problem; he just needs to wait until the appointed time to drive back. As for those who didn't get a ride, they can only blame themselves for not keeping to the schedule.

Faced with such terrible weather, and since they all lived in the same village, Old Yang couldn't bear to leave them behind and make them walk back in this weather.

At the same time, Old Yang was even more concerned about the village's hunting team.

They had just entered the mountains yesterday and originally planned to stay there for five days before returning to the village.

Given such a sudden change in weather, I wonder how those young men who went up the mountain yesterday are doing now? Are they safe and sound?

A series of worries welled up in his mind, causing the experienced old man to furrow his brow and look deeply concerned.

At this moment, the sky was overcast, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.

Under such severe weather conditions,

It was highly likely that a terrifying whiteout would break out. Thinking of this, the old man became increasingly anxious, worried about the children from the village who had gone hunting in the mountains yesterday. He wondered where they were now and whether they were safe and sound.

You see, his three sons, as well as Old Li's three sons, all went into the mountains with him. How could the old man not be worried?

Just as the old man was pacing anxiously beside the oxcart, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Chen Shuning and He Chaoyang walking towards him from afar.

Seeing that they were safe and sound, the old man finally felt a little relieved.

He hurriedly went to meet him, wanting to take the items from He Chaoyang's hands and help put them in the car.

These items weren't actually heavy, and He Chaoyang naturally didn't want the elderly man to help him carry them. He quickly stepped aside and replied with a smile, "Thank you, sir. The things aren't heavy; I can do it myself."

Old Yang understood the young man's good intentions, so he stopped insisting and instead warmly invited them to get on the oxcart and sit down.

By this time, the other two oxcarts that had come with the village had already left, leaving only Grandpa Yang and a few other carts from the brigade under the wide tree.

Several people were already sitting in the oxcart driven by Old Yang. Perhaps because of the howling wind, everyone chose to sit near the back of the cart, where they could better avoid the cold wind.

However, Chen Shuning was wrapped in a thick quilt and was not afraid of the cold at all.

So she chose an empty seat behind Old Yang and sat down.

Most of the people who come to take the bus now are going to town to buy New Year's goods, so the bus is piled with all sorts of items.

He Chaoyang first placed the bamboo basket on the ground, then took out a small cotton pad and carefully laid it on the car, before gently helping Chen Shuning to sit in the innermost seat.

Then he wrapped his wife tightly in the quilt, and only after making sure everything was arranged did he begin to tidy up the items. Finally, he jumped into the car and sat down close to his wife.

Seeing how considerate He Chaoyang was, many young women on the bus felt envious. After all, it was rare to find a man who was so handsome and caring towards his wife.

However, while others were envious, they didn't say anything. It was a beautiful young woman sitting at the back of the car who spoke up, but her face showed jealousy.

She was a newlywed who had just married into the family this year. She pouted and said in a sharp tone:

"Look at you, look at you! You city folks are so spoiled! Such brand-new quilts and mattresses, just casually spread out on the oxcart like that? What a waste! You're such spendthrifts!"

At this moment, Chen Shuning, who was comfortably wrapped in a warm quilt, was in a pretty good mood, but upon hearing these words, her face immediately darkened, and she retorted irritably, "I bought this quilt with my own money, I can use it however I want, what's it to you? Who do you think you are, that you need to meddle in other people's business?"

"How...how can you talk like that? You're the one who ruined the stuff, so why can't others say anything?"

The young woman was clearly furious; her chest heaved violently, and her face flushed red.

It turns out that this young woman came from a brigade called Jiudaogou, which was quite far from Qingshan Brigade.

Just from the name, you can guess that it must be a village located deep in the mountains and forests.

Due to inconvenient transportation and limited access to information, the brigade leader was practically a local tyrant in that area.

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