Zhou Mingli's steps as he went back to work were somewhat mechanical.
My heart was pounding at a rate of 12.
The subtle pressure on her cheek still lingered, seemingly accompanied by a faint fragrance.
The scent of face cream.
The man who swept through the storm left after fishing, just like that night. He gave him a perfunctory kiss and then lay down in his arms to sleep, leaving him alone in a state of chaos.
Zhou Mingli took several deep breaths to suppress the heat on his ears. After walking for a while, he suddenly raised his hand and touched the spot where Jiang Ci had kissed him.
Then, as if nothing had happened, he put his hand down and walked forward steadily.
When Brother Yu, who was working with him, saw Zhou Mingli return, he asked in surprise, "Second brother, why are you so happy?"
Zhou Mingli tried to keep his tone steady, "Is that so?"
"Of course I have!" Brother Yu said casually, "I can't stop smiling!"
Gui'an chuckled and said, "Yeah, second brother, what happened to you? You're all smiles."
Zhou Mingli tried to suppress the corners of his lips.
It's harder to press than an AK.
I'm dying of laughter, I can't stop laughing at all.
He's actually the one who made the most money today.
After a busy day, when they got home in the evening, Zhou Mingli made the promise to Erzhu by stir-frying cicada nymphs. Zhou Miao and Zhou Yang also got a lot of wild strawberries, which were small, red, and sweet and sour. Jiang Ci ate several, trying to find some humor in the situation, thinking that this could at least be considered as fruit after a meal.
It wasn't even dark yet after we finished eating.
Jiang Ci went inside to check on the lime. This summer is really nice. The lime that was applied last night is almost dry. If they can just use it for tonight and tomorrow, they can go back to their rooms to sleep.
Instead, Zhou Mingli went out and carried a large bundle of straw, cut it into pieces, and mixed it with yellow soil and water.
The roof of his chicken coop hadn't been finished yet, so Zhou Mingli took advantage of the night to prepare the materials for the roof. He then laid an old, discarded bed sheet on top of the bamboo strips and secured it, before plastering the yellow soil mixed with straw on top.
This thing isn't difficult to make, but Zhou Mingli has been so busy lately that he hasn't had time to deal with it. Taking advantage of the free time tonight, he quickly finished the unfinished work on the chicken coop.
Tomorrow night, we'll go and exchange for a few more laying hens, then they won't need to exchange eggs with the Yu family anymore.
While he was working, Zhou Miao and Zhou Yang squatted to the side and watched. As the little nest took shape, Jiang Ci put the remaining straw in. The two children let out a cry and, like two little mudfish, immediately scurried into the chicken coop.
Zhou Mingli built the chicken coop big, and since the two children were still small, they crawled inside and lay on the dry straw. Oh, it was so comfortable!
"Mom, my sister and I will sleep here tonight!"
Zhou Yang wiggled his little bottom and said, "I'm not raising chickens anymore, I'll live here from now on!"
This place is so comfortable! Even more comfortable than a bed!
Zhou Miao also liked this place, but her idea was a little different: "Mom, let's live here with the chickens, so we can take out the eggs as soon as they lay them!"
"Have you seen Aunt Yu's chickens?" Jiang Ci didn't force the two children to come out, but let them play to their hearts' content first, and then come out to take a bath afterward.
If they don't get enough playtime and try to sneak back in after their bath, Jiang Ci will definitely hit them.
Zhou Miao and Zhou Yang often went to Yu's house to play, and of course they had seen their chickens. The two little heads kept nodding in the chicken coop.
"I've seen it. Aunt Yu's chickens lay a lot of eggs. Aunt Yu said her chickens lay one every day!" Zhou Yang mimicked, even making a hen laying an egg motion, his little bottom twitching.
Does her chicken coop smell bad?
The two children nodded emphatically.
It stinks.
Chicken coops are the smelliest!
Jiang Ci patted Zhou Yang's little bottom peeking out from under his open-crotch pants, "You can sleep with the chickens if you want, but you'll have to clean up their droppings every day. Not only that, you'll also have to take care of their food and water, and catch earthworms and vegetables for them."
Zhou Miao and Zhou Yang were dumbfounded. "Huh?"
The two of them scrambled out of the coop, taking one last, reluctant look at it. It was such a nice chicken coop; it was a shame they had to raise chickens there, otherwise it would have been so nice for them to live in.
The two children, looking back every few steps, perfectly captured the essence of a Qiong Yao drama – deep affection.
Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli exchanged a glance and couldn't help but laugh.
These two little guys are quite amusing.
Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli each took the two children to take a bath. Jiang Ci, wearing shorts and a white vest, let Zhou Miao and Zhou Yang play in the yard by themselves, while she pulled Zhou Mingli into the house with a flashlight.
Looking at her mysterious expression, Zhou Mingli silently let Jiang Ci pull him to sit on the edge of the bed.
There were no lights on inside, only the light from a flashlight.
“When I delivered lunch this morning, the old man spoke to me. He said his name was Cheng Yehan.” Jiang Ci switched hands to hold the flashlight and spread it out.
Inside lay a neatly folded piece of paper.
"He seems to have lent Shen Conghe paper and pen so that he could write something for me."
Zhou Mingli unfolded the paper, and Shen Conghe wrote a passage on the blank part.
"Comrade, unless absolutely necessary, I would never want to involve you in my affairs. Yesterday, Liu San, the guard in charge of the red armbands, told me that someone had gone to my house for the third time and searched it. Only my wife and twelve-year-old son are at home. I beg you, comrade, to help me check on my wife. She is a doctor in town named Tao Susu. If you can help, I, Shen, will be extremely grateful."
As the saying goes, one's handwriting reflects one's character. Shen Conghe's handwriting is a very pleasing style of calligraphy, characterized by its slender gold strokes. His heavy strokes convey a sense of deep worry and anxiety.
Zhou Mingli dismissed his own thoughts and asked her, "Want to help?"
“When we went to town yesterday, Liu San was there too. He must have known that those people in town had gone to the Shen family to cause trouble again. He didn’t get anything, so he poured out Cheng Yehan’s food and put sheep dung in it, using the insult to Cheng Yehan to vent his anger.”
Jiang Ci said, "After I stopped her, she went to cause trouble for Shen Conghe. I'm afraid Shen Conghe also knew that her family's situation was not good, so she risked asking Cheng Yehan to borrow paper and pen to ask me for help."
She thought for a moment and said, "If it's just a matter of passing on a message to put Shen Conghe and his wife at ease, it will save us a lot of trouble in the future."
Otherwise, if Shen Conghe comes to her for help again because of his family situation, it could easily cause problems.
Zhou Mingli nodded. "It's best to keep this matter discreet. After Zhou Laoda, Li Hu, and Widow Wang wake up, we will definitely go to town again. You can talk to Tao Susu about this privately then."
Jiang Ci nodded; she thought so too.
Zhou Mingli ran his fingers over the paper, turning his head to look at Jiang Ci. "There's more than one thing you want to tell me, isn't there?"
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