Jiang Yuman stretched out her hand and drew circles on 놛's chest, "Where is it good?"
In the dark night, Fu Jingchen's tone was gentle, "Mom said that it was you who boiled the water and cooked the ginger soup today."
"Why am I still here?"
Jiang Yuman deliberately said, "If I knew you weren't cold at all, I wouldn't have boiled water for you."
After a pause, he added: "Otherwise I wouldn't have been burned by you."
Fu Jingchen smiled helplessly. She still remembered the grudge of soaking her feet just now.
But I also know that my wife is saying one thing and thinking another, otherwise she wouldn't have urged me to take a hot bath just now.
놛The daughter-in-law cares about 놛.
Thinking about this, I promised, "It's my fault. I will definitely test the water temperature next time."
Jiang Yuman said: "It depends on your performance. If you perform well, I will decide whether to believe you or not."
"What does it mean to perform well?" Fu Jingchen held her hand and rubbed it.
Jiang Yuman counted on her fingers, "Be good to me, stand by me unconditionally at any time, and you will also have to take care of the child in the future, and you can figure out the rest on your own."
Fu Jingchen said, "This is what I should do."
"Anything else?"
Jiang Yuman: “…….”
She hadn't expected that 누놛 was so conscious, and was stumped for a moment.
After thinking for a while, he simply buried his head in his arms and said, "I'll talk to you when I remember. Go to sleep. I'm feeling sleepy listening to the rain outside."
"Well, go to sleep."
The sound of rain hitting the tiles was so soothing. Not long after she finished speaking, Jiang Yuman fell asleep.
Fu Jingchen smelled the fragrance of her hair and soon fell asleep.
That night, the baby in her belly didn't make any noise, and Jiang Yuman had a rare good sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt refreshed.
But the happiness didn't last long, and I wasn't so happy anymore.
Because it has been raining for the next few days.
It is true that I sleep well at night, but it is troublesome to go to school during the day.
Fortunately, Fu Jingchen was there to pick me up and drop me off, otherwise the situation would be even worse.
Also unhappy were the villagers of Nianzi Brigade.
We had just planted the winter wheat, and before the seeds had sprouted, there were several days of heavy rain.
The experienced old man put on a straw raincoat and went to check the fields. Seeing that the fields were seriously flooded, he quickly told Yao Anguo the news.
There is too much water in the field, and it is even a question whether the winter wheat can germinate.
This is a major issue that affects whether the villagers can have enough food to eat.
Yao Anguo did not dare to delay and immediately organized the villagers to dig ditches in the fields to drain the water.
The fields are wide and fertile, and the villagers are all busy working in the fields wearing straw raincoats.
It was raining heavily, and not only was my face covered with rain, but my work efficiency was also not high.
It took a whole yard of digging to drain all the water from the ground.
The villagers were exhausted, and the Yao family was so tired that their faces turned black when they returned home with their hoes.
Looking at the faint light coming from Yao Simeng's room, Yao's second wife couldn't help but glance at Yao's mother.
"Mom, my little sister said she wanted to make some clothes. It's been so long. Is she done yet?"
Since then, after Yao Simeng went to the black market and bought a piece of cloth, he went straight into his room and only came out to eat.
The rest of the time was spent studying the clothes in her mouth.
He even didn't go to dig ditches today, which was supposed to count as work points. He just stayed in the room all day, not knowing what he was doing.
Thinking that Yao's mother could enter and leave Yao Simeng's room at will, Yao's second wife couldn't help but ask.
"It's done. She said we'll give it a try today." When Yao's mother said this, her eyes were filled with worry.
She was old and no longer paid attention to the styles of clothes. She only knew that the young lady had made several pieces of clothes, but she couldn't tell whether they were good or not.
Thinking about what the young lady said in front of her eldest daughter-in-law, Yao's mother was worried about her.
Hearing this, Yao Ersao's breath softened a little, "Okay, let her try it."
After the eldest wife got into trouble, whenever she went out, people looked at her strangely.
The woman who was on good terms with her sighed before she even said anything.
Yao Ersao was very angry. If Yao Simeng hadn't promised that she could make money by making clothes, she would have dragged her out to dig a ditch today.
Anyway, she is going to the black market tonight. We will know whether she is a mule or a horse after taking her out for a walk.
Yao Simeng could sense the undercurrents beneath the peaceful surface of the home.
The more this happened, the more she gritted her teeth to save face. She worked non-stop for the past few days to make several clothing designs.
Most clothes at this time are thicker than those worn on the upper body, and it is difficult to show off one’s figure.
Yao Simeng made the waist a little smaller so that the waistline can be seen when wearing it.
Although this style is available in big cities, it has never been seen in a small place like Hongqi Commune.
Yao Simeng tried it on and found it fit her perfectly, full of confidence.
Her expression was also determined - she had suffered a loss when digging herbs in the back mountain, but now she relied on her own real ability.
Since the old man could let her be reborn, it was impossible for her to repeat the tragedy of her previous life.
As long as the clothes sell well this time, she can save more money, and in a few years she will be able to leave the Red Flag Commune and display her skills.
Thinking about this, she lost all desire to sleep and took up her needle and thread to put the finishing touches on her work.
She was not the only one who didn't sleep in the yard, but also Jiang Yuman and Fu Jingchen.
Winter is coming, the school is about to have winter vacation, and it's time to prepare for the test papers and exams.
The school leaders sympathized with Jiang Yuman's physical inconvenience and tried to reduce her workload as much as possible, but she was also given the task of setting questions for the test papers.
At this moment, it is not enough to just have questions on the test paper, it also needs to be printed.
Jiang Yuman had seen Teacher Wu engrave it before, so she followed the steps she remembered, placed wax paper on the steel plate, and engraved the questions on it with a pen.
This process is extremely time-consuming. Jiang Yuman started carving right after dinner, and has only just finished one now.
"I'll carve it, you go to sleep." Fu Jingchen said.
Jiang Yuman did not refuse. If the baby in her belly kept moving, it would remind her that it was time to go to bed.
When I stood up, I specifically reminded him, "Don't use too much force, and try to be consistent. Carve the wax through so that the print will be clear."
If you press too hard, the print will be a mess.
"Um."
Fu Jingchen sat down, picked up the pen, and continued working according to the topic.
Anyone holding a gun has a very steady hand, and the slightest deviation will affect the fatal target. This is especially true for Fu Jingchen's excellent shooting skills.
Even the recoil of bullets has almost no effect on the body, let alone just writing.
Jiang Yuman stood behind and watched as he carved the wax paper with even force, which was much better than when he carved it himself.
This made him feel completely relieved, he yawned, and turned to bed.
Lying on the pillow and looking at Fu Jingchen's back, I thought secretly: Sure enough, a reliable man is reliable at any time...
There was a sound of raindrops hitting the tiles outside, and the light of the kerosene lamp was dim.
Jiang Yuman gradually closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep.
At this moment, a scream was heard from the courtyard.
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