110 yuan is no small sum. No matter what, his feud with Mao Xuebin was for the village's sake; he was betrayed by the villagers. If he didn't go hunting, he'd never be able to pay it back with work points. Even with the allowance after joining the army, it would still take a long time! He had been feeling incredibly choked up, but Song Yan's words made it seem less painful. He pulled Song Yan into his arms, and this time she obediently leaned against him. Wei Aiguo kissed her forehead and ruffled her hair. Song Yan angrily shook off his hand. Wei Aiguo smiled, his mood improving. "How much money do you have left?"
"Didn't you plan to pay me back? Now you're planning to use my money again?" Song Yan had plenty of money.
“You’re my wife, so of course I’ll ask you for money if I need it. And I’ll give you all the money I earn in the future.” Wei Aiguo said frankly, without the slightest discomfort.
"Who's your wife? You've got quite the nerve!"
Wei Aiguo rested his chin on Song Yan's shoulder and hugged her from behind, saying, "If you're willing, I'll make you my wife right now."
Song Yan slapped him hard. "Don't be so serious. After you left at the county hospital, another patient came to the ward. She works at the textile factory. We got along really well. She said if I wanted to buy fabric, she could sell me 200 feet of blue calico, at four cents per foot." Actually, the fabric was in her spatial storage.
Is this person reliable?
“Reliable. The flawed fabric I bought was bought for me by her; it cost two cents a foot.”
Wei Aiguo saw the cloth; the quality was very good. He said it had a minor flaw, but it wasn't really defective. "Buying this cloth and selling it foot by foot is too risky. It's better to sell it to Sixth Brother; he'll earn less, but it's safer."
“Okay.” Song Yan didn’t care about earning ten or twenty yuan less.
"By the way, is this person male or female?"
"So what if it's a man? So what if it's a woman?"
“It won’t work if it’s a guy you can get along with,” Wei Aiguo joked. He had heard Wei Ping talk about his fellow patients and their mothers. Song Yan was being very obedient at the moment, letting him hold him in his arms.
"It's a man, it's a man! Hehe, hehe," Wei Aiguo tickled Song Yan, who couldn't help but laugh and struggle. His hands, however, were getting restless again…
Wei Aiguo knew when to stop, otherwise he would be the one who suffered.
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