Zhou Songbai came back at noon. Seeing that Meng Zhiyu was in a good mood, he felt relieved. Along the way, he was thinking, if his girlfriend cried, how should he comfort her?
"Are you hungry?" Zhou Songbai glanced at the sky and it was time to make lunch.
"I'm not hungry." Meng Zhiyu touched his stomach and shook his head. He had been in a daze the whole morning and did nothing.
Zhou Songbai rolled up his sleeves and walked to the earthen stove. "Even if you're not hungry, you should eat something. I'll make whatever you want."
The three meals a day at home are prepared by his two brothers, two sisters-in-law or his mother. He just helps to clean up the pots and pans like Zi'a and Goudan.
Meng Zhiyu thought for a moment and said, "Noodles, maybe."
Zhou Songbai flipped through the basket Meng Zhiyu kept the vegetables in. "How about burying a couple of sweet potatoes, stir-frying some vegetables, and making some noodles?"
He remembered that once at their house, she ate two sweet potatoes baked by her father in one go.
Meng Zhiyu thought about it and felt it was okay.
Zhou Songbai did not go home at noon. He accompanied Mengzhui to have breakfast. After the meal, he washed the pots and dishes, and did not let her stay at home. He took her for a walk in the back mountain.
The plants on the back mountain are very withered and bare in winter, but there are also many plants that are still green in winter.
"A few days ago, I went to the back mountain to try my luck. I wandered around for most of the day and didn't see a single mouse. Then, as I was going down the mountain, I saw a little rabbit that had run out of nowhere. I was carrying a lot of firewood at the time, and my reaction was a bit slow, so I didn't catch it."
Zhou Songbai took Meng Zhiyu and walked slowly in a safe area, telling her some interesting things.
As he was talking, he talked about his small business. "Even if I didn't tell you, you'd have guessed it. My two brothers and I make money in the black market. I've been waiting for you to come find me all this time, but I haven't seen any movement from you. Are you not going to make some pocket money?"
They both earned pocket money in the black market. Although this was not explicitly stated between them, it was an open matter. Meng Zhiyu had also thought about this issue during this period.
Who doesn't want to earn more money? Who would complain about having too much money? Besides, she doesn't have much money.
"I want to do it, but I can only provide the goods. You can't ask where the goods come from. If you ask, I won't work with you." Meng Zhiyu didn't want to lie to him. One lie requires a hundred or even more lies to maintain.
Regardless of whether they can be together in the end, she doesn't want to be involved in a lot of lies between them.
Zhou Songbai knew she had been hesitating and thought she might be worried about the source of the goods, so he immediately said, "Don't worry, I won't ask. This is also the rule in our business. But after you give me the goods and check them out, if there are no problems, we will settle the debt. I will not admit that the goods were given by you."
Meng Zhiyu naturally had no objection, this was better, "No problem."
In the next few days, Meng Zhiyu was busy making money with Zhou Songbai and had no time to be sad.
Sitting on the kang every night and counting the day's income, Meng Zhiyu feels full of security. As long as she has money in her hands, she feels at ease.
That afternoon, Meng Zhiyu was learning how to weave little rabbits with Zhou Songbai in the Zhou family yard. They were engaged, and their relationship seemed to be closer. Zhou's mother and father treated her better.
"Zhi Yu, come and see, there's a telegram from home." Li Tingman hurriedly approached the Zhou family's gate and shouted loudly.
Meng Zhiyu took the telegram from the postman. Unsurprisingly, it was from his eldest cousin. It contained two simple sentences: I have arrived home safely, don't worry, the letter from home will arrive in a few days.
Zhou Songbai stood aside and didn't look at it. He waited until she finished reading it before asking, "Was it sent by Cousin Yun?"
Meng Zhiyu handed the telegram to him directly. There was no secret anyway. Zhou Songbai took it, took a look at it, and then returned it.
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