"Wenqing, you're awake!" Yang Chuanlin stepped forward excitedly.
Si Yuzhen also looked at Song Wenqing deeply. After a long time, she raised her hand and held Song Wenqing's hand.
"It's okay. I don't care."
"As long as you're okay."
All the educated youth were shocked. Some were unhappy, some were surprised, and some were envious.
Fang Kai stared at Si Yuzhen's back with a complicated expression.
What doesn't matter?
Doubt flashed in Song Wenqing's eyes, but when he thought of the shocking information he got in his coma, a gentle smile appeared on his pale lips.
He exerted force with his fingers and held back his future wife, the greatest helper in his business career.
A look of determination and pride flashed in his narrow eyes.
Sure enough, the path Song Wenqing took was always extremely correct.
As long as I get that thing again...
"I'm sorry to have worried everyone. I'm fine."
Song Wenqing bent his elbows and tried to sit up.
As soon as he moved his body, he felt a sharp pain like an electric shock in his lower body. The pain made his whole body twitch and his facial features were almost distorted.
"Wenqing! Be careful." Si Yuzhen said nervously.
Song Wenqing lowered his head in disbelief and looked at his lower body covered with the quilt.
Didn't he notice that the other male educated youth were all holding their legs together, looking miserable with phantom limb pain, while the female educated youth were looking away awkwardly and shyly.
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"Third sister! Third sister!"
Jiang Henian stopped and turned around to see Jiang Jirong running towards him.
"What's wrong, brother?"
"Third sister, go home now."
"What's wrong? I'm picking corn," Jiang Henian frowned, "It'll be a while before I get off work."
Jiang Jirong was delighted, and whispered with his hands covering his mouth, "We cooked meat at noon, so we asked you to go home early to eat."
"Eat meat?"
Jiang Henian put a pile of corn into the bamboo basket on the ground, his face full of suspicion.
She had been at the Jiang family for more than half a month, and she had never seen any oil in the pot. At most, she would use a small piece of pig skin to rub it in the hot pot.
The piece of pig skin by the stove had been rubbed black and almost no oil could be scraped off. Jiang Xiaobao secretly licked it and nibbled the burnt edges. That day, Jiang Henian didn't touch the cabbage fried in the pot at all.
What kind of a big day was it that they were cooking meat today? The most surprising thing was that they even specifically invited her back to eat?
Jiang Henian looked up at the sky, but the sun hadn't risen from the west yet...
Jiang Jirong felt inexplicably guilty when he saw Jiang Henian's obviously suspicious eyes, but his family really bought meat!
Thinking of his mother's instructions to let his third sister go home no matter what, which must be to ease the relationship, he was happy and helped to break all the corn in Jiang Henian's row in no time.
Then he picked up the bamboo basket, walked quickly to the cart on the roadside, poured the corn into it, turned around and urged:
"Third sister is gone, come back and do the rest after we finish eating."
Jiang Henian took off his torn work gloves, picked up his wooden crutch and left as he was urged.
Before leaving, he wanted to say something to He Jinshan, but when he looked out, he saw Chen Erhu pulling his brother Shan and talking with gestures, so he gave up.
"Third sister, when I went out this morning, I saw Mom bringing back a piece of meat as thick as a finger joint from Uncle Niu. It must have weighed about a pound!"
"We haven't eaten meat in several months. Let's eat more later. You haven't been home to eat recently. Did you go to Wang Yuenniu's house to eat? Or did you pick wild fruits to eat?
"Don't do this again in the future. Dad and Mom may not say it, but they are thinking of you in their hearts."
On the way back, Jiang Jirong talked a lot. The men were very busy and they were craving for meat after not seeing it for a long time. They couldn't help but feel happy just thinking about eating meat and even walked with more energy.
He spoke happily, not caring whether Jiang Henian responded or not. After all, his third sister never spoke before, but now she could only respond to one out of ten sentences, which was already very good.
Jiang Henian nodded blindly, thinking about other things.
The Uncle Lao Niu that Jiang Jirong mentioned is the driver of a donkey cart in Huagou Village. He makes two trips between the village and the town every day, transporting grain and goods, as well as people. He can also help pick up some things from the supply and marketing cooperative.
She has been here for a while, and she needs to find a chance to go to town and explore the area.
She was short of money, and the things in the space would be used up and eaten up sooner or later. She had no hope of supporting herself by relying on work points, and she couldn't just live off her savings.
And the matter of "tonics"...
"Third sister, third sister."
Jiang Henian was pulled aside by Jiang Jirong, "What are you thinking? You almost stepped on cow dung."
Jiang Henian looked down and saw a large pool of fresh, smoking cow dung in front of his heels.
She was pulled and her foot was not stepped on, but the crutch hit her right.
Jiang Henian: “…”
My stepsister has been particularly fond of cleanliness recently, so as the eldest brother, I took it and rubbed it twice on the grass before handing it back to her.
"It's okay, I wiped it clean."
Jiang Henian stared at it with disdain for a long time, then took it back because it was very handy after using it for a few days.
He wrinkled his nose, took a few steps around, and continued walking forward.
Jiang Jirong looked at his sister's brisk steps from behind and couldn't help wondering why she was still using crutches even though her leg was healed.
When the two returned, Wang Chunfang's exaggerated laughter was heard from the yard.
Jiang Henian frowned slightly, and somehow had a bad feeling.
"Mom is in a really good mood today," Jiang Jirong smiled, pushed open the gate and went in first.
Jiang Henian was holding a wooden stick and stopped as soon as he took a step forward.
"Oh! You're finally back!"
A woman in her forties with thin eyebrows, pointed mouth and a cloth scarf on her head came up to them with a smile on her face and kept praising Jiang Henian.
"Look at him, how handsome he is! I'm not exaggerating! You won't find another one as good as this in the surrounding area!"
Jiang Henian followed her gaze and looked into the yard.
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