Chapter 64 Delivering Food to My Wife
Jiang Zhizhi watched appreciatively for a while, until they finished training and left, before going back with Liang Xiaowu to continue guarding the pile of steel pipes.
Liang Xiaowu was quite happy: "I love watching them train. I'm seventeen this year, and my dad said he'll send me to join the army this winter too."
After saying this, she said with great longing, "My dad said I should join the army. The food in the army is good, so I'll definitely be able to eat my fill every day, and I won't go hungry in the winter."
While listening to Liang Xiaowu's ramblings, Jiang Zhizhi was thinking about other things. She had just watched Zhou Xiye and his team's training and had an idea: to help Zhou Xiye come up with a training plan that would incorporate some advanced training methods from the future.
That would make things much easier.
Jiang Zhizhi rested her chin on her hand, staring blankly at the water in front of her.
Suddenly, Zhou Xiye's waist wound came to mind again. Was his injury any better? She felt a little regretful. During training, everyone else learned how to treat external injuries, but she was too lazy to learn properly. Otherwise, she could have helped Zhou Xiye treat his wound.
They waited until noon, but Dong Xinguo still hadn't arrived, and they figured he wasn't coming. Liang Xiaowu, who was sitting next to him, was getting restless and wanted to run off to play.
Jiang Zhizhi waved her hand: "Xiao Wu, you go back first. I'll keep watch here. Tell Aunt Fengmei to eat first, as I'll be back later."
Liang Xiaowu responded and then disappeared in an instant.
Jiang Zhizhi found a shady spot to sit, holding a stick and shoveling away at the withered grass beside her, trying to figure out how to reasonably convince Zhou Xiye of her training plan.
Tell him that you stole it from Jiang Zhenguo?
Obviously not, Jiang Zhenguo is a civilian cadre and is not proficient in these things at all.
Or perhaps you found it on the street?
Jiang Zhizhi tapped her head. She didn't believe this herself, so how could Zhou Xiye believe it?
She looked up and saw Zhou Xiye appear in her field of vision, carrying a file folder in one hand and a lunchbox in the other as he walked towards her.
Jiang Zhizhi stood up in surprise, not even noticing when Zhou Xiye had come from the bridge in front. She smiled softly at Zhou Xiye and said, "Captain Zhou, what brings you here?"
Zhou Xiye's gaze lingered on her face for a moment before handing her the lunchbox: "I just saw you across the street. I happened to have something to discuss with you. Haven't eaten yet? The cafeteria made steamed buns for lunch today; they tasted pretty good."
He spoke casually, and his actions were even more casual.
Jiang Zhizhi could only take the lunchbox: "What is it?"
Knowing that Zhou Xiye was there, Jiang Zhizhi felt embarrassed to eat. She opened the file folder and took out a blueprint: "We also want to make a water diversion plan like yours, but the location of our camp does not have a rapid bend like Qingquan Village. The river there is wider and the current is gentler, so the impact is not great. Does that mean we can't use your method?"
Jiang Zhizhi leaned closer and glanced at the map in Zhou Xiye's hand. It showed a river near the base, and the markings were simple. She exclaimed "Eh!" and pointed to the markings on the map: "Actually, we could try to modify this place."
Zhou Xiye looked at Jiang Zhizhi, who was standing very close to him, and asked softly, "How should I change it?"
Looking down at Jiang Zhizhi, whose little head was almost touching his arm, he pointed at her with his fair fingers, poking around earnestly, and said in a clear voice, "Could we find a way to intercept it here? After artificial intervention, the water flow will increase."
Zhou Xiye nodded: "That's certainly possible, but when the time comes, could we also ask you to be our technician?"
Jiang Zhizhi looked up in surprise and exclaimed in surprise that she had been standing so close to Zhou Xiye. Her nose had even brushed against his clothes, and she could smell his cool and refreshing scent, which today also carried a faint scent of osmanthus-scented soap.
Zhou Xiye's face was also very close, and I could see myself reflected in his deep eyes, as well as his high nose bridge and warm, soft lips.
She couldn't help but recall the dream she had in the car that day. In the dream, she held Zhou Xiye's face and kissed him. She swallowed hard, blushed, and took a step back, her earlobes turning as red as if they had been dripping blood.
Zhou Xiye stared at her earlobe, his eyes darkening. He pretended not to notice Jiang Zhizhi's unusual reaction and casually folded the blueprints: "Have you considered the technician position?"
Jiang Zhizhi clutched the lunchbox tightly, her fingers fidgeting with it to hide her unease: "Let me think about it. I need to finish what I'm doing here first."
Zhou Xiye slowly stuffed the folded drawings into the file folder: "Okay, we're not in a hurry here, so I won't keep you from resting any longer. I'll be going now."
As I turned to leave, I touched the soft handkerchief in my pocket, but ultimately decided not to give it to her.
It's not the right time yet. We need to be patient with this clever little girl and gradually entice her to stay.
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Jiang Zhizhi watched Zhou Xiye walk away, her face burning. She sat down with her lunchbox in her arms and touched her face, which was still hot.
I'm starting to struggle to keep up!
Her morality was crumbling in the face of beauty.
The old-fashioned aluminum lunchbox, the extra-large kind, contained five or six steamed buns inside when the lid was opened, along with a few pieces of luncheon meat. It was a combat reserve, and the troops would occasionally eat it during training exercises.
Jiang Zhizhi looked at the steamed buns and luncheon meat, and was still very touched. Deep down, she even unconsciously felt a sense of attachment to Zhou Xiye. She felt at ease whenever he was around.
He closed the lunchbox lid, intending to take the buns and luncheon meat back to eat with Liang Dazhuang and the others.
Having never been in a relationship in her past life, she scratched her head in confusion, wondering whether she should confess to Zhou Xiye that she was Jiang Zhizhi.
Jiang Zhizhi couldn't figure it out even after thinking about it for a long time. She waited until Liang Xiaowu finished lunch and came back to relieve her before she went back with her lunchbox.
Old Liang had already eaten and gone to the village committee to calculate August's work points. Yang Fengmei was sitting in the yard knitting a sweater. When she saw Jiang Zhizhi return, she quickly put away the yarn she had just started and said, "Why are you only coming back now? Have you eaten yet? There's still some potato rice hot in the pot. Today I grated the potatoes and sprinkled some cornmeal on them. I also stir-fried them with lard and small chili peppers. It smells so good!"
As she spoke, she went to heat up some food for Jiang Zhizhi.
Jiang Zhizhi didn't stop her and handed the lunchbox to Yang Fengmei: "Auntie, this was given to me by Captain Zhou. I didn't eat it. Let Dazhuang eat it when he goes to work in the fields later."
Yang Fengmei took it and saw that it was a steamed bun and luncheon meat: "Oh, you eat it, it's a waste to give it to that little brat."
He then put the lunchbox in the pot to heat it up as well.
Jiang Zhizhi sat beside Yang Fengmei, watching her tend the fire.
Yang Fengmei still felt regretful: "Captain Zhou is a really good person, kind and righteous. He will definitely become a high-ranking leader in the future."
Suddenly, she changed the subject: "It would be even better if you weren't married. You two are a perfect match!"
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