Chapter 532 An Old Friend Returns
Shang Xingzhou and Su Li's wedding is scheduled for the eighth day of the month, which is a very tight schedule.
Moreover, many shops are closed during the Spring Festival, and some shops do not open until after the Lantern Festival.
Everything needs to be purchased before the end of the year.
To improve efficiency, Bian Suxi made a list and asked Jiang Zhizhi and Zhou Xiye to buy certain things.
What did Shang Xingzhou and Su Li go to buy?
There were also some commonly used items, which Shang Shiyi's secretary was asked to buy.
That way, you can basically buy everything in one day.
The new bedding was all bought. Considering that Shang Shizhou and Su Li wouldn't be staying in Beijing permanently, we didn't prepare too much. Four bedding sets and four blankets were more than enough.
Jiang Zhizhi and Zhou Xiye went to buy bedding, sheets, and pillowcases.
Bian Suxi repeatedly instructed that the bedding must be of good quality, and the sheets and pillowcases must be made of silk.
Jiang Zhizhi and Zhou Xiye went to Xidan and then to a time-honored silk shop in Qianmen.
Jiang Zhizhi picked and chose, and couldn't help but laugh with Zhou Xiye: "This can be considered as us learning in advance. When Shangshang gets married, we'll have experience."
Zhou Xiye disagreed: "That won't do, we definitely can't rush it like that."
The thought of some brat marrying his precious daughter was unbearable; "Let Shangshang get married later in the future."
Jiang Zhizhi laughed: "How can we have the final say?"
The two returned home after shopping, only to find an unexpected guest at their house.
Yang Fengmei and her son Liang Dazhuang took care of Jiang Zhizhi when they were in the countryside of northern Gansu.
The two had probably just entered the room; they sat awkwardly in front of the sofa, with two huge woven bags beside them.
Over the years, Jiang Zhizhi would write letters to Yang Fengmei during holidays and send her some money during the New Year. It wasn't much, but she wanted to express her gratitude for the kindness of taking her in in the countryside.
The letter also told them that if they had any difficulties, they could write to her, and that if they came to Beijing, they should definitely come to see her. She also left her address with them.
I haven't seen Yang Fengmei for seven or eight years. She has aged a lot. Her hair is almost completely white. She used to be a plump woman, but now she is thin and haggard.
Liang Dazhuang has also shed his naivety and is now a robust young man.
Jiang Zhizhi was both surprised and delighted to see the two of them. She went over and sat down next to Yang Fengmei, holding her hand tightly: "Auntie, you've finally come to Beijing to see us? You must have had a long journey."
Yang Fengmei was still a little embarrassed. Although Fang Hua had been very hospitable when they first arrived, constantly telling them to make themselves at home, she still couldn't relax.
I've never seen such a clean, beautiful, and impressive house before.
She didn't dare to put any force on the sofa, afraid of breaking it.
Seeing Jiang Zhizhi, they felt embarrassed and said, "We didn't plan to come, it's just... we're troubling you again this time."
Liang Dazhuang chimed in, "My mother's liver disease is quite serious, so I was thinking of bringing her to Beijing for a checkup."
Jiang Zhizhi could tell from Yang Fengmei's complexion that she had come to the right place. She reached out and pressed her hand on Yang Fengmei's pulse, saying, "You've come to the right place. The medical standards in Beijing are much better than where you are."
After speaking, An Jing took Yang Fengmei's pulse, frowning from time to time.
Seeing Jiang Zhizhi's serious expression, Yang Fengmei felt uneasy: "What's wrong? Is it incurable? It's okay, it doesn't matter if it can't be cured."
After taking her pulse, Jiang Zhizhi smiled and said, "Auntie, don't worry, this illness is treatable, it's just that it's been a long time, and you'll have to drink the Chinese medicine for a long period of time."
Yang Fengmei's tightly furrowed brows relaxed considerably. At the provincial hospital, the doctors all said it was incurable, and some even told her to go home and rest well, and that there was no need to spend money.
It was Liang Dazhuang who disagreed and insisted on bringing her to Beijing to see the city.
She was reluctant to part with him and struggled with the decision for a long time. In the end, Liang Dazhuang bought tickets for the period before the Lunar New Year and insisted on bringing her to Beijing.
Jiang Zhizhi comforted Yang Fengmei: "Auntie, don't worry. You came in time, there's still hope. If it had been delayed for another six months, I'm afraid it wouldn't have been possible."
Liang Dazhuang was quite happy: "See, Mom, I told you to come to Sister Zhizhi, it definitely worked."
Yang Fengmei said shyly, "I'm just afraid of troubling Zhizhi."
Jiang Zhizhi smiled and said, "It's no trouble at all, just stay here without worry."
Zhou Xiye then asked Liang Dazhuang about the village's harvest and how old man Liang was doing.
Liang Dazhuang snorted coldly: "My dad died two years ago."
Jiang Zhizhi was somewhat surprised, since Liang Dazhuang had never mentioned these things when replying to Yang Fengmei's letter.
Yang Fengmei sighed and recounted the circumstances of Old Man Liang's death.
She was promiscuous, and this time she got involved with the women's director of the neighboring village. Her husband found out and beat her so badly she couldn't get out of bed. She was paralyzed in bed for a long time and eventually died.
Yang Fengmei wasn't sad: "It's better if he's dead. One day wouldn't be enough to make him look bad."
She continued, "Dazhuang is now the Party Secretary of our village. Do you remember Xiaowu? He served in the army for a few years and is now the militia company commander in the village. We are not having a hard time."
Jiang Zhizhi knew that as long as someone in her family was an official in the village, life would not be difficult.
Fang Hua then brought over some fried dough twists for the New Year and offered them to Yang Fengmei and Liang Dazhuang.
Yang Fengmei relaxed a bit now, eating fried dough twists while praising Jiang Zhizhi: "I just saw your two children, they are so good-looking, just like the little attendants in front of Guanyin. How can you have such good-looking children?"
The topic shifted again, and the conversation turned to Liang Dazhuang: "Dazhuang already has two children, the eldest is a daughter and the second is a son. If it weren't for the one-child policy, and the fact that he's the village secretary, I would have liked to have him have two more sons."
"With more sons, there will be more labor in the family, right?"
Jiang Zhizhi smiled and said, "Having both a son and a daughter is wonderful. Dazhuang is very lucky."
Yang Fengmei said with some emotion, "People shouldn't do bad things, otherwise, even God might come and take them away."
With the Chinese New Year just around the corner, my family has prepared plenty of chicken, duck, fish, and meat, and we've also steamed a lot of buns and dumplings.
Therefore, dinner was easy to prepare, and Fang Hua asked the aunt to prepare a table full of food to entertain Yang Fengmei.
Looking at the table full of meat and dishes, Yang Fengmei felt even more embarrassed: "You've steamed such a lavish spread. We've troubled you, but we don't have anything to offer, so we just brought some potato noodles that I made myself."
Jiang Zhizhi smiled and said, "Potato noodles are great. Since I came to Beijing, I often miss your cooking, especially your noodles."
Yang Fengmei waved her hand: "Conditions in the countryside are poor, and there's not much to offer in terms of hospitality."
Jiang Zhizhi still remembers that Yang Fengmei would always save a plate of scrambled eggs for her to eat, and she would only cook eggs for her every day, while Liang Dazhuang never got any.
So she still felt very close to Yang Fengmei: "Auntie, don't be shy, make yourself at home here. I'll give you acupuncture these next couple of days."
"Because it's considered unlucky to take medicine during the Lunar New Year, we started taking medicine after the fifth day of the new year."
Yang Fengmei felt uneasy about staying for so many days: "Let's find a place to stay outside."
Fang Hua said, "No, you can stay at home. Zhizhi often mentions you. Back in the countryside, you took good care of my two children!"
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