Her deepest impression of Shen Man was that Shen Man liked to stare at the necks and wrists of the newlyweds. If she were just a simple indigenous person, she should know that almost no one wears jewelry at this time, so it would be impossible to find valuable jewelry on others.
Even if they found it, they couldn't wear it themselves, and it would be difficult to sell it. The indigenous people had no reason to do that.
If Shen Man was a time traveler or reborn from modern society, then after receiving the original owner's memories or understanding the background of this era, she should know that almost no one dares to wear expensive jewelry, otherwise they would be considered a capitalist's daughter or defined as a hedonist.
Considering all the above conditions, regardless of whether Shen Man is a time traveler or a reincarnated person, she has no reason to covet other people's valuable jewelry.
What exactly is she trying to do?
Or rather, her goal wasn't jewelry, but something else entirely.
Before figuring out this issue, we need to confirm whether Shen Man was a time traveler or a reincarnated person.
If Shen Man really has experienced modern society, I'll have to be more careful around her in the future, lest she discover that I'm a time traveler and do something irrational.
Also, generally speaking, transmigrators and reborn individuals have cheat codes, spaces, systems, or incredible good luck. I wonder if Shen Man has these things.
At noon, Chen Lu told Lin Qingyan that Lin Zhiheng had taken some steamed buns with him when he left, probably for lunch.
In the afternoon, while others were either resting or going out for a stroll, Lin Qingyan began her writing journey.
Chen Lu was somewhat surprised when she saw it: "Qingyan, you can write too."
"Oh, I'd like to submit articles to the newspaper to earn some money. I've only just started writing, so I'm just giving it a try. There's no guarantee I'll succeed."
"You're quite something yourself. I don't know how to write these things. Qingyan, did you graduate from high school?"
She has many younger siblings, and her parents only allowed her to finish elementary school.
Lin Qingyan nodded. Back then, Lin Heping, for the sake of face and to continue receiving the child support from the pharmaceutical company, made her go to school with Lin Sisi and Lin Guanghui.
Neither Lin Sisi nor Lin Guanghui were academically gifted; they just coasted through school. However, Lin Sisi consistently performed well academically.
Lin Sisi also saw that Lin Qingyan was writing a manuscript, and she was very disdainful of it.
"Qingyan, is writing articles really that easy? Don't waste your pen and paper if you can't write anything."
She felt that Lin Qingyan definitely couldn't write it. In her mind, those who could publish articles in newspapers were all literary figures, like saints, beings who were far beyond her reach.
Hu Jiajia said, "Just because you can't write it doesn't mean others can't. I think Qingyan can."
She had spent time with Lin Qingyan these past few days and found that Lin Qingyan was calm and composed, not the kind of person who liked to make a fuss.
Lin Qingyan wouldn't do something unless she was absolutely certain, much less let everyone know.
Lin Sisi pouted: "I'm worried about Qingyan. I'm afraid she'll waste things."
Lin Qingyan glanced at her, "I didn't waste your things, don't worry about things that don't concern you."
Lin Sisi snorted after being rebuffed.
"My good intentions have been taken for granted. Fine, I'm not saying anything more." I'm just waiting to see you make a fool of yourself.
She angrily pulled the covers over her head, cursing Chen Lu and Hu Jiajia inwardly as simps for Lin Qingyan, calling them fools and brainless for fawning over that sickly Lin Qingyan.
When Lin Qingyan wrote a bunch of garbage, the newspaper rejected it, and everyone came to see Lin Qingyan make a fool of herself.
Song Qingfang walked in from outside and, upon learning about Lin Qingyan's writing, said with a smile, "Qingyan, if you make money from writing, you must treat us to candy!"
Lin Qingyan understood her personality; she just wanted to take advantage of a little. If she really made money, she wouldn't mind buying candy and treating others. She smiled and agreed, "When I make money from submitting articles, I'll definitely treat you to candy."
While writing, Lin Qingyan also took the time to observe Shen Man and found that the other party did not show any abnormality.
Of course, she wouldn't use modern things to test Shen Man, as that would risk exposing herself.
Just keep a closer eye on things from now on.
Lin Zhiheng didn't return until dark. This time, he brought back two large steamed buns, which he gave to Lin Qingyan.
Lin Qingyan handed him two peaches: "I went to the county town today too. These are what I bought. You can have them."
Lin Zhiheng hesitated for a moment, then didn't take it. "Sister, do you have any more?"
"Yes, I saved some for myself. You should eat it quickly."
"Thank you, sister."
The boy then took the peach, held it in his hand, smiled, and felt incredibly happy.
Afterwards, Lin Qingyan instructed him, "Xiao Heng, the autumn harvest is the day after tomorrow. I heard that the autumn harvest is the most arduous time of the year. Don't go out to work tomorrow. Rest well in the dormitory, otherwise you won't be able to handle the harvest."
The boy lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."
Lin Qingyan worked overtime for a while before the lights were turned off that night and finally wrote a short story. She wondered if she also had a talent for writing, being able to write an article in such a short time.
After tidying up and rearranging everything tomorrow, I'll prepare to mail it out.
Because I have to start work the day after tomorrow, and the autumn harvest will last for a long time, if I don't send it out tomorrow, there won't be any time later.
The next morning, she began to organize yesterday's drafts. After breakfast, the postman delivered the freshly printed newspaper to the educated youth settlement.
"Comrade Lin Qingyan, your newspaper is here." The postman shouted from the entrance of the educated youth settlement.
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