The two figures walked away together at a distance that was neither far nor near.
Jiang Henian retracted his peeping head, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes casually, and shook the ten-yuan note in his hand with satisfaction.
Ten yuan at that time is roughly equivalent to 1,500 yuan today.
Looking at Song Wenqing's nervous expression, if she guessed correctly, the girl with shoulder-length hair wearing a pearl hairpin should be the heroine Si Yuzhen in the book.
She was also a female educated youth from the city. Her family was well-off. In order to avoid giving people a chance to criticize her, she took the initiative to sign up to go to the countryside for reform.
She looks like a good girl, but it's a pity that she has fallen into the hands of a black-hearted and selfish Phoenix man.
Jiang Henian put the ten dollars he had "extorted" into his space and turned back to the yard.
She felt no guilt at all in taking the money. Song Wenqing had been in the countryside for more than half a year, and secretly took a lot of food and daily necessities from the original owner, without refusing, accepting or making it clear.
You're treating me like a backup, you bastard!
“Huahuahua——”
The ladle scooped water and poured it into the basin.
Jiang Henian looked at the face on the water, which had the same facial features as his own but was dark and dull. His mind was filled with memories of the original owner's deep secret love for Song Wenqing.
It's simply spiritual pollution and very uncomfortable.
Now she knew the plot of the original owner's death in the first ten chapters of the book. As long as she stayed away from the male protagonist, she should be able to change the dead end.
As for how the male protagonist conquers the female protagonist and uses his wife's family background to become successful and have women everywhere, she has no control over it.
Jiang Henian shook his head, which was still a little swollen and painful, and flicked his finger on the water surface.
What a lack of vision.
Don't worry, we won't let you and we won't go down this dead end.
Let's stay away from him.
Ripples appeared in the basin, and the reflection of the handsome yet depressed face in the water became distorted and diffused.
Jiang Henian washed his face, closed the gate tightly, and took out a box of chicken and mushroom rice from the space.
He looked around the yard with disdain, which was filled with nothing but mud and chicken shit, and finally chose to squat on a chopping block at the edge.
When the fast food box was opened, hot steam mixed with the aroma of meat hit me in the face.
Jiang Henian felt his intestines churning and his eyes turned green from hunger.
He picked up a large piece of chicken leg with chopsticks, took a big bite, and swallowed it whole. The toes of his worn cloth shoes curled up happily.
In a short while, the lunch box full of one meat and two vegetable dishes was eaten up.
Jiang Henian burped, feeling unsatisfied.
Looking at the fast food box without a grain of rice or a drop of soup left, he looked down at his stomach in disbelief.
This body is really lacking in oil and water. It's so hungry. No wonder its face is so pale and it looks so wizened.
It seems that I need to make up for it slowly.
Jiang Henian slowly got down from the wooden block and took out a bottle of strawberry yogurt from the space.
He avoided a row of ants carrying a grain of rice on the ground, slurped the yogurt and walked into the house, not even glancing at the pile of firewood waiting to be chopped in the middle of the yard.
The Jiang family's house is not big, with a total of three small rooms and a main room. The blue bricks are only used to pave the bottom, and the top is all made of adobe.
The stove was set up in the yard, next to the west room, which was the room where she woke up.
Jiang Henian returned to the west room, squatted at the foot of the kang, and took out eight banknotes from an imperceptible gap. They were all in 20-cent and 10-cent denominations.
A total of one dollar and fifty cents.
This was the money that the original owner had secretly saved, which was originally more than eight dollars.
Ever since Song Wenqing came to Huagou Village, the original owner fell in love at first sight, and fell in love with him again, as if a wild flower that had been suppressed for a long time was exposed to the sunlight. She was kind to people with all her heart and soul without asking for anything in return. She spent all the money she had saved for ten years on Huagou man.
Jiang Henian was furious when he thought of her tragic death while digging wild vegetables in the mountains.
I lack experience and I didn’t extort enough just now.
He poked the crack hard with his fingers.
Look at you, a little cannon fodder, but you are also a pure love god of war, but your eyesight is too poor.
Jiang Henian squatted in the corner and muttered for a long time, and put the original owner's "legacy" into the space.
To prevent it from being stolen one day.
Looking around this small room that is only a few steps away from the kang bed, the old newspapers on the wall are yellow and hard, and they make a rustling sound when touched, causing the wall paint to fall off.
It’s similar to the soybean powder donkey rolls we ate when we were little.
So poor, so poor.
Two flat pillows were placed clearly on the kang, and the pillowcase had a large, very old-fashioned pink and green embroidered pattern, which was so touching that Jiang Henian cried.
Quickly drink up the last mouthful of yogurt, and put the empty box and lunch box back into the space for the time being.
These things can't be thrown around randomly, we have to find a place to destroy them.
She touched her relatively satisfied belly, moved her butt back to sit on the kang, and looked at another pillow that obviously contained more cotton.
That belongs to my stepsister Jiang Yanqiu.
Among the memories of the original owner that Jiang Henian received, only the one about the protagonist Song Wenqing was clear and complete. The others were intermittent, but they could be pieced together roughly.
Remarriage with children to re-establish a family.
This family is not an easy one to deal with.
Jiang Henian was a little troubled. He had finally managed to escape his debts and come here, but why was it so difficult to live a peaceful life?
Is there any way to live on my own?
She sat cross-legged on the edge of the kang, her right hand unconsciously kneading her right ankle.
I don’t know what happened to Mr. He. He must have been seriously injured first, and then unfortunately he was hit by his own bread.
He shouldn't die, right?
Being a gang leader is such a dangerous job. If I die, please don't blame me. I didn't mean to...
Perhaps influenced by the time travel, Jiang Henian's mind was full of thoughts about the lawsuit, and soon he fell asleep exhausted.
…
"Anyway, I won't marry him! Didn't you hear what they said?! Even if he wakes up, he's useless and can't even walk. How am I going to survive if I marry him?!"
"Keep your voice down! The neighbors will hear you! Wake up that damn girl first! She hasn't chopped the wood, fed the pigs, or even made lunch! This is outrageous!"
"If you want to scream, scream it yourself! You're as unconscious as a dead pig, I don't even know if you're dead or not!"
After a series of ping-pong sounds, Jiang Henian was roughly dragged out of bed by someone grabbing his ankles.
She shuddered all over, and before she even opened her eyes, her legs kicked out wildly, screaming, "Don't touch me! Get away!"
"Jiang Henian, you want to die!"
Wang Chunfang covered her wrist which was almost dislocated by the kick, and looked at Jiang Henian with a look that was full of poison.
This face, this face is becoming more and more like her short-lived mother, which is disgusting.
Jiang Henian got up in shock and looked at the two strange women who appeared in the house.
It took him a while to realize that these were the original owner's stepmother Wang Chunfang and stepsister Jiang Yanqiu.
He comes with bad intentions...
Jiang Henian swallowed and caught a glimpse of a half-figure walking into the yard through the broken window.
Wang Chunfang heard the noise and turned her head to see her husband Jiang Chengmin taking off his straw hat and walking in.
Her expression changed quickly, and she turned back to Jiang Henian with her eyes wide open:
"Saya, how are you feeling? What were you doing out in the fields so late at night? If your Aunt Ma hadn't found you, you wouldn't have known you were taken away by a stray dog. You're deliberately trying to make your father worry."
"Your Aunt Ma said she saw someone running away. Who did you sneak off to meet?"
I don’t know what dirty things he did when he ran out, and he had to be carried back by someone. Humph!
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