Chapter Ninety-Nine might be a happy one.
As dusk fell, Shen Yuzhu took Zhao Yue to Wang Liping's house. At that moment, Wang Liping was still sewing clothes at her sewing machine. Hearing the sound, she quickly stood up.
I thought they were fellow villagers, but it turned out to be Shen Yuzhu and Zhao Yue.
She was overjoyed. Shen Yuzhu rarely came to her place, and she was even happier when she saw that she was still holding the fabric in her hand.
"Yuzhu is here, please sit down, please sit down."
"It's so late, why are you still busy? Hasn't Feng Zhiqing come back yet?"
Despite being heavily pregnant, Wang Liping poured water for the two of them before smiling and replying, "Not yet. The commune has been quite busy lately. Please have some water."
"Liping, you're not busy. I came to see you because I need your help with something. I have some fabric here, and I was thinking if you have time, could you take my and Xiaoyue's measurements and make us two outfits?"
"Okay, okay, I'm not in a hurry. Oh, I just saw you coming with fabric and I knew you wanted to make clothes. Yuzhu, I'm so grateful to you for giving me this sewing machine and being able to earn some food for the family while pregnant. I've been thinking about when you'll let me do some work, hehehe..."
Zhao Yue looked at Wang Liping with a grin, then turned to look at Shen Yuzhu.
Her sister-in-law is so kind; she gave her a sewing machine right away. But Wang Liping is also quite pitiful; she's lucky to have her sister-in-law's protection.
For some reason, she raised her chin higher and higher, looking rather haughty.
"Xiaoyue, what are you thinking about? Why are you holding your head up so high?"
"Ah? It's nothing, it's nothing." Zhao Yue looked at Wang Liping awkwardly, then at Shen Yuzhu.
After taking the measurements for the two people, Wang Liping carefully wrote down the numbers in her notebook.
"I'll postpone the work for everyone else and do yours first. Don't worry, I'll make sure you do a good job that fits perfectly and looks nice."
"Don't worry, we have clothes to wear. We just don't want to leave the fabric lying around. You can make someone else's clothes first. But Liping, you're over seven months pregnant, you need to rest more, okay?"
Wang Liping patted her belly happily, "I know, I'm not working now, and there's not much chores at home. Zhengyang makes me lunch every morning, and I can just heat it up and eat it myself. I just feed the pigs and do some sewing, so it's not tiring."
Shen Yuzhu nodded upon hearing this. Feng Zhengyang was indeed a good husband. She had heard Qiao Wangshu and Liang Manxiu mention him, and even her usually honest older sister had praised Feng Zhengyang several times.
He said he doted on his wife and took meticulous care of Wang Liping.
Now it seems that this was indeed the case.
Seeing Shen Yuzhu happy, Zhao Yue quickly said, "Don't worry, sister-in-law. My brother is also a man who loves his wife. Once you marry into the family, he definitely won't want you to do anything."
Shen Yuzhu: "......"
Ahem, it's best to avoid saying things like that, it's kind of embarrassing!
Wang Liping smiled along. Shen Yuzhu was a good comrade. Anyone with eyes could see how good Zhou Congsheng was to her. Her future would be bright.
The three of them walked to the gate of the courtyard, chatting and laughing. From a distance, they saw Feng Zhengyang riding his bicycle toward them. The bicycle was wobbling, and they could vaguely see that there was someone sitting on the back of it.
"That's... Xia Zhenzhen?"
Wang Liping's smile froze on her face. It was a well-known fact in the educated youth community that Feng Zhengyang had previously treated Xia Zhenzhen differently, and it had even been made public.
Logically, the two should have avoided each other, but Xia Zhenzhen brazenly sat on Feng Zhengyang's bicycle and entered the village.
Feng Zhengyang stopped his bicycle, and Xia Zhenzhen got off, thanking him with a smile. When she turned her head, she saw that all three of them were looking at them. She felt embarrassed for a moment, then looked up at them and smiled before turning back to the educated youth.
Feng Zhengyang also saw the three of them and quickly came over with his bicycle.
"Liping, why are you standing in the wind? Go home quickly, or you'll catch a cold." After saying this, he looked at Shen Yuzhu and Zhao Yue and greeted them.
"I, I'm fine. Yuzhu came to me to make clothes, and I'm just seeing them off."
"Oh, okay, okay, it's good that it can help Shen Zhiqing."
"Why did Feng, the educated youth, come back together with Xia, the educated youth?"
Shen Yuzhu knew Wang Liping's awkward personality. Since they weren't close acquaintances, she just asked directly. She glanced at the quail-like Wang Liping and knew that even if she had doubts, she wouldn't ask. On the contrary, she might overthink it.
"Oh, I ran into her on my way back. The commune is recruiting primary school teachers recently, and she went to take the exam. There are no oxcarts nearby, and the road is so far. I saw that she was a woman and it was getting dark, so I gave her a ride."
Feng Zhengyang spoke frankly, but out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Wang Liping. After Shen Yuzhu asked the question, he realized that Wang Liping might be feeling uneasy.
He felt he had done nothing wrong; if there had been a cyclist nearby, he certainly wouldn't have bothered.
But since he had encountered this situation and the person needed help, he felt obligated to do what he could. If he didn't help, he would feel guilty if something happened to the person later.
After hearing this, Wang Liping secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh, that's being helpful, that's good. But now that you have a family, it's best to explain things to your wife as soon as possible to avoid misunderstandings."
Feng Zhengyang smiled and nodded, then took out some ribs from the bag hanging on his bicycle and waved them at Wang Liping as if to show off.
"Didn't you crave meat soup the other day? I went out to buy some at noon. I'll borrow a winter melon from Aunt Qian later and make you some soup."
"good."
Seeing the young couple talking so affectionately, Shen Yuzhu greeted them and left with Zhao Yue.
When they got home, they started cooking, but they had only cooked half of it when Panpan rushed over in a hurry.
"Auntie, Auntie, my mom cried. Someone came to our house and it seemed like they were talking about Dad. My mom cried so hard, it was really scary."
"What are you saying, Panpan?"
Shen Yuzhu and Zhao Yue hurriedly extinguished the stove fire. One rolled up her sleeves and the other took off her apron. If Panpan said anything about Shen Yuming being wronged, they would rush over to demand justice for her.
"Yeah, it was someone from the city. Apparently, they said Dad's dead and asked my mom if we should bring the body home... yeah, bury it!"
Shen Yuzhu: "..."
Zhao Yue: "......"
This crying might not be from sadness or fear, it could be from joy!
"Let your mom cry for a while. Don't be afraid. Your aunt will cook more food and invite your mom, your sister, and your brother over for a celebratory meal."
"Okay, Auntie, I'm going right now, hehehe..."
Zhao Yue clicked her tongue and added more firewood to the stove. "When will my old man be able to..."
"Cough cough cough... Don't talk nonsense!"
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