Chapter 146 It’s not like that
Fan Qingyi opened her eyes suddenly, her chest heaving violently with fear.
She clutched the quilt, her eyes fixed on the beams, and looked out of focus at the last shot that was still playing in her mind.
Brother Wenfeng was spitting blood, and he couldn’t stop it...
Fan Qingyi was in a panic. She had experienced this panic once before when she gave birth to Xiao Shanhu and almost died.
That time was also in a dream. She watched her three living daughters turn into cold tombstones.
Brother Wenfeng...
something must have happened!
Her eyes were dazed and out of focus as she scanned the room randomly, and her hands holding the quilt became tighter and tighter, as if by holding the quilt tightly, she was holding the invisible hope in her heart.
She didn't know how long it had been, but she felt like she was about to be overwhelmed by fear and had trouble breathing.
Suddenly, she could hear the even breathing of her three daughters.
And the giggling of her youngest daughter.
Fan Qingyi woke up instantly and found that she was soaking wet.
She got up, changed into dry clothes, and lay down looking at the ceiling until dawn.
For several days in a row, Fan Qingyi could always dream of Li Wenfeng at night, but every time he was injured.
Fan Qingyi was so worried that she couldn't sleep and couldn't muster the energy to do things during the day. It wasn't until the children finished their final exams that Auntie Song brought Song Chengran to the town to help out at the hot pot restaurant.
Fan Qingyi perked up a bit, "Same as Yanhong, base salary plus commission, commission paid daily, base salary paid monthly. If Chengran wants to come, it will be the same..."
"He's just a kid, why should I pay him for helping out?"
Aunt Song stopped Fan Qingyi from paying again, "I'm an old woman and can't compare with Yanhong, who is a strong laborer. I'll only take half of hers. If you agree, I'll stay and help. If you don't agree, I'll just look after you and go back later."
"Auntie, this is definitely not possible..."
Fan Qingyi disagreed and winked at Jiang Yanhong.
Jiang Yanhong smiled and persuaded her, "Sister-in-law, just listen to my mother. No matter how you calculate it, this money is earned by following you for free. We just helped you, and I will share so much money with you. If you don't agree, I will feel guilty to take this money..."
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law insisted, and no matter how Fan Qingyi persuaded her, it was useless. If she didn't follow their words, they would threaten her with quitting.
Fan Qingyi made her laugh and cry, so she had to compromise.
"Then... Chengran can't work for nothing, five yuan a day..."
Jiang Yanhong hurried to stop him, "Sister-in-law!"
Fan Qingyi sighed, "Then three..."
Jiang Yanhong shook her head.
"Two yuan, no less, otherwise the child will work for nothing." Fan Qingyi was helpless.
Jiang Yanhong opened her mouth and wanted to say two yuan a day, thirty days a month, that's sixty years old.
Whose child who is still in primary school can earn 60 yuan a month?
It's equivalent to a textile factory worker's monthly salary.
Over there, Song Chengran glanced at the twin sisters and asked Fan Qingyi, "Do A'li and Zhuzhu have it too?"
Fan Qingyi was stunned.
Li Liuli shook her head, "We don't want it."
"Yes, we don't want it." Li Zhenzhu echoed.
Song Chengran grinned, "Then I don't want it either."
The three children smiled at each other.
Fan Qingyi, "...Good child, you are different from A'li and Zhuzhu."
"How are you different?" Song Chengran asked.
Fan Qingyi nodded, not knowing how to explain to a child for a moment that A'li and Zhuzhu are her children, and the money she earns is basically the same as theirs.
But he is not her child, so the money she earns has nothing to do with him.
"You are a boy, and A'li and Zhuzhu are girls. You have to do the heavy work, so it's of course different."
Jiang Yanhong saw Fan Qingyi's confusion and spoke up.
Song Chengran frowned, feeling that this answer was not what he wanted.
Fan Qingyi thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "A'li and Zhuzhu will also get paid. You will be paid by the day, based on the number of days you work."
"We will get paid too?"
Li Zhenzhu held up two fingers, "Two yuan a day too?"
Fan Qingyi nodded.
Li Zhenzhu cried out, her eyes brightening.
Li Liuli opened her mouth and wanted to say that she didn't want it, but seeing her sister so happy, she swallowed her words back.
If her mother gave her money, she would give it back to her mother, that would be all.
The three children were delighted, and Fan Qingyi smiled as he looked at them.
Auntie Song and Song Chengran moved into the yard rented by Fan Qingyi.
The four of them slept in one room, and Auntie Song and Song Chengran slept in the next room.
At night, Fan Qingyi woke up from a nightmare again. He couldn't sleep, so he got up, put on his clothes and went to the yard, looking at the moon in the sky and thinking about Li Wenfeng.
Auntie Song heard the noise and came out, "You had a nightmare..."
"Did you wake me up?"
They both spoke at the same time. Fan Qingyi pulled the corners of his mouth, pulled his clothes and slowly squatted down, "Auntie, I... dreamed about Brother Wenfeng." Auntie
Song walked over, half-knelt beside her, waiting for her next sentence.
"...Brother Wenfeng's mouth was full of blood..."
Hearing the fragility in her voice, Auntie Song sighed in her heart and patted her on the back.
"Dreams are always the opposite. You dreamed that Wenfeng vomited blood. Maybe he is alive and well somewhere. You dream about it at night..."
Fan Qing shook his head.
It's not like that.
Xiao Shanhu came from the real world. She said that the three sisters died tragically. She dreamed of tragic deaths.
She said that Brother Wenfeng died after her and her daughter. She believed it at first.
But...
Xiao Shanhu said that she got the golden finger space ring that should have been given to the heroine, and Li Yuanbao could not use the space to carry out the main line of getting rich, so the main line deviated.
As cannon fodder, they may also change with the development of the plot, and produce changes that are different from the novel.
Therefore, Xiao Shanhu is not sure whether Brother Wenfeng is still alive.
Aunt Song persuaded her for a while and helped her back to the house to sleep.
Fan Qingyi looked at the ceiling, thinking about Li Wenfeng, and fell asleep without knowing when.
The next day, she got up at dawn, wrote a letter first, and mailed it according to the address in her memory.
Brother Wenfeng said that unless it is absolutely necessary, don't send the letter to the wrong address.
She is now...
at a time when she has no choice.
She must get some real news from the troops.
For a long time afterwards, she looked forward to the postman riding his bike past the store every day, but it was always in vain.
The hot pot restaurant suddenly had four more workers. The dishes that were not washed in time were washed by someone, and the meat and vegetables ordered by customers could be served as soon as possible.
Fan Qingyi even had time to cook a few side dishes for the old customers who were picky eaters.
As the year was coming to an end, the textile factory rushed to work, and the factory had three shifts. The working hours were adjusted accordingly, and people began to come in waves for lunch. The wave of people who came for lunch started to come after 4 pm, and there were still people coming to eat hot pot until 8 pm.
Even many people from far away places came to eat.
Jiang Yanhong accidentally discovered that the food in the kitchen was almost gone in the previous hour, but there was more in the next hour than the previous hour. She thought she remembered it wrong a few times, but after so many times, she became suspicious.
"Mom, did you notice that the food that my sister-in-law brought in this morning was almost gone, but suddenly there was more..."