Zhou Mingjiao refused, "Dad, why? I didn't do anything wrong." She didn't want to leave in disgrace.

After saying that, she glared at Chen Banxia resentfully.

While Shen Banxia was enjoying the show, she was focused on resolving her own problems and wasn't about to indulge anyone. "Little sister, why are you glaring at me? It wasn't me who sent Zhao Zhiqing to find you."

"You, you, you..." He pointed for a long time, but still didn't know what "you" meant.

She never learns her lesson; she clearly never got the better end of the deal with Shen Banxia.

"Hmph, I'm too lazy to talk to you," she said, looking at her father. "Dad, didn't you already solve it? Why do you still need to go to the county town?" If it were before, Zhou Mingjiao would have agreed.

“You think it’s really solved? Do you think your father can shut the villagers up?” He then looked at Zhou Mingqian and said, “Boss, you come with us.”

“What? No way,” Zhou Mingqian firmly objected.

“Your mother and your sister are old and young, I’ll feel more at ease if you go,” Zhou’s father rarely explained.

"My dear father, you really think highly of me. The second, third, and fourth sons are all here. Call them over. I need to stay home and take care of my wife."

No matter what you say, Zhou Mingqian won't go.

"You're quick-witted and have a good eye for people. After all, this is a big deal for your own sister."

Before he could finish the sentence "I," Chen Banxia tugged at his sleeve. "I can go, but my wife has to come with me. I can't live without her."

Zhou's mother jumped in, "Why is your wife following along? She's just making things worse."

“I don’t care, if my wife can’t go, I won’t go,” Zhou Mingqian said, acting like a stubborn mule.

In the end, of course, I got what I wanted.

Back in his room, he asked, "Wife, why did you decide to go to the provincial capital?"

"I was thinking of finding an opportunity to transfer my grandparents here."

She remembered it on the spur of the moment. There was a part in the script where her uncle's boss's wife died of a serious illness. Zhou Mingjiao, who went to the provincial capital to visit her relatives, was mistaken for the boss's goddaughter because she looked similar to the boss's wife.

Later, Zhou Mingjiao and Zhengyuan got together, and that boss really put in a lot of effort.

Shen Banxia wanted to give it a try.

"Okay," Zhou Mingqian said without asking why.

Soon, they took the letter of introduction for visiting relatives to the provincial capital.

The villagers were quite envious. Although the affair between Zhou's youngest daughter and Zhao, the educated youth, had caused quite a stir, it ultimately didn't reach the parties involved.

On the bus.

"Ugh~, vomit~", sounds rose and fell, interspersed with "clucking", "quacking", "Hey, what are you doing in the city?" "Visiting relatives", "Me too", the sounds of roosters crowing, ducks quacking and people talking, made Chen Banxia feel like she was about to throw up yesterday's food.

"Put this orange peel under your nose."

"Where did you come from?" Shen Banxia asked curiously.

"I had someone prepare it in advance, and it's so sour, it's like my teeth are going to ache from the sourness."

The couple chatted away, and time flew by.

They arrived in the county town quickly and then rushed to catch the train.

Once again on the train, Shen Banxia couldn't help but marvel at the rapid and dramatic developments that followed.

Along the way, Zhou Mingjiao kept complaining about the smell or her back pain. In any case, apart from her mother comforting her, Zhou Mingqian and Shen Banxia took good care of themselves.

When they arrived in the provincial capital, their clothes were wrinkled and they looked listless.

If she hadn't known for sure how many lives she would gain, she wouldn't have dared to come here.

However, thinking about her grandparents' current situation, she couldn't wait any longer.

It is now 1974. After they have finished dealing with things, they need to hurry back, since the autumn harvest is approaching.

That was a big deal for the production team, and Zhou's father was the brigade leader. As family members, they couldn't let him down.

Even Zhou Mingjiao, the most beloved girl in the family, had to help deliver meals and water.

Thinking of the autumn harvest, Shen Banxia couldn't help but shiver.

One word: exhausted. So exhausted I can't even lift my arms.

She may be lazy at times, but during the proper summer and autumn harvests, if she dared to cause any trouble, the entire village would condemn her to death.

Soon, they found the staff quarters of the machinery factory, where Uncle Zhou was the director of the logistics department.

"Xiulan, your sister-in-law is here," said the kind-hearted aunt.

Sun Xiulan, who was cooking inside, frowned, a look of disgust flashing in her eyes, but she still didn't want outsiders to laugh at her.

She wiped her hands, came out, saw a family of four, paused for a moment, then quickly smiled and said, "Cuihua, come in quickly."

This was Chen Banxia's first time here. It looked like a small three-bedroom apartment with green walls. The most eye-catching thing in the living room was the black and white TV covered by a white cover. To the left was a small refrigerator and a radio, and to the right was a sewing machine under the window, obviously where the light was good.

In the center is a yellow solid wood coffee table covered with a classic red and white checkered cloth, and behind it against the wall is a wooden sofa.

It's clear that the hostess is taking great care of the place, and subtly, well, showing off.

Thinking of her aunt, Shen Banxia silently shook her head.

Auntie greeted her, "Banxia, ​​is this your first time here? Please make yourself at home and have some water."

Shen Banxia was really thirsty, so she drank it all down in no time.

The eldest aunt's disdain deepened.

So what if they were educated youth from Kyoto? They were still considered lowly and unrefined.

Shen Banxia didn't care about any of that. She ate and drank as she pleased without needing anyone to serve her.

The eldest aunt watched as the melon seeds and peanuts she had taken out to decorate the store were being eaten freely by the eldest son and his wife, and her brow twitched involuntarily.

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