Chapter 15 Enemy Jiang Lian is coming
Jiang Wanwan grabbed his chest a few times angrily: "If I were a female demon, I would have sucked you dry long ago. How could I let you show off your power on me in the middle of the night?"
She got angry and bit him a few more times.
Shen Xingjiang couldn't let go of her while holding her in his arms, and he loved the feeling of her getting angry.
"Go to sleep. I'll try to get more time off so you can have a chance to absorb my yang energy."
Mou Wan, who was about to fall asleep, was so angry that she bit him a few more times.
"Bite you!"
Shen Xingjiang held her hand down, his eyes dark as if he wanted to eat her up: "Reciprocity, if you bite me, I will bite you too."
Jiang Wanwan frowned, and without waiting for her to react, Shen Xingjiang lowered his head and bit her breast just below the collarbone. It didn't hurt, but Jiang Wanwan's face turned red.
“…You, you’re going too far!”
Everything that happened afterwards came naturally.
The next day, Jiang Wanwan woke up and Shen Xingjiang was gone.
Next to the pillow were some spare clothes and fifteen dollars.
Jiang Wanwan rubbed her aching waist, took the money and put it in her pocket. With money in her pocket, she felt confident. Where a man's money is, there is his heart.
The sun was shining brightly outside, illuminating the room.
Jiang Wanwan woke up late for two days in a row. She didn't dare to stay in bed any longer, so she got up, washed up, and went out to eat.
Xu Lanru was altering her jacket under the eaves just like she did yesterday. Her family was poor, so they had their own way of dressing. In spring, she altered her jacket into a single piece of clothing, and in autumn, she put cotton in the single piece of clothing to make a padded jacket.
I basically wear the same few pieces for spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Seeing Jiang Wanwan coming out, Xu Lan looked at her ambiguously: "Sister-in-law, I've heated up some rice for you. Eat more to replenish your strength."
She had given birth to two children and could not stand the teasing of the older women in the team, but when she saw Jiang Wanwan, who was still young and had just become a wife, she could not help teasing her.
For the first time, I experienced the joy of those women teasing their young wives.
Jiang Wanwan paused and went into the kitchen with a blushing face.
She ate what was left over from lunch, sorghum cakes with sauerkraut soup.
Sorghum cakes were cheap but sore her throat. She took a bite, raised her head, and swallowed hard. She choked and quickly drank some sauerkraut soup to calm her throat.
After dinner, Jiang Wanwan moved a small stool and sat next to Xu Lan to watch her make clothes.
A few days ago, she bought wool and cloth, thinking of learning some skills to knit a sweater for Shen Xingjiang and alter a pair of pants.
Xu Lan saw what she was thinking: "This is an overlock stitch."
Jiang Wanwan studied hard. Xu Lan gave her the needle and thread. She followed Xu Lan's method to thread the needle through the thread hole and then sew it onto the cloth...
“Ah! It hurts!”
The needle accidentally pierced the flesh, causing Jiang Wanwan to grimace in pain, with tears in her beautiful eyes.
She grabbed the bloody finger and stuffed it into her mouth, mumbling, "Fortunately I was not born in ancient times. If I was born in ancient times, I wouldn't even be able to sew pants, and I would be laughed at to death by the neighbors."
Xu Lan took back the needle and thread: "That won't happen."
"You may not know, but your man is good at sewing. He has never been close to his family since he was a child. When he was five or six years old, he despised his uncle's poor sewing skills and didn't like others touching his things, so he sewed them himself. My Dazhu always thought he would be a bachelor, but he didn't expect that after seeing you, he would hold you in his hands and put you ahead of him."
Jiang Wanwan had never seen Shen Xingjiang when he was a child. When she heard her sister-in-law talking about his childhood, she saw a ragged little boy in front of her. He was about five or six years old and still had some baby fat. The cute little boy sewed his own clothes.
"puff……"
"He's so cute too."
Xu Lan: “…”
You speak as if you have seen it before.
Jiang Wanwan couldn't help laughing: "Just because he's good at sewing doesn't mean I'm good at sewing. People will still laugh at me."
Xu Lan did not comment: "That's not necessarily true. The fourth brother dotes on you. He would finish his own needlework and show it off by saying it was you who did it."
Jiang Wanwan blushed: "It seems possible."
Xu Lan's needlework is excellent, with dense stitches and straight lines. Jiang Wanwan was quite impressed. She went back to the house and took out the cloth and wool she had bought, as well as a piece of maroon cloth.
Xu Lan took the dark cloth and wool and said, "You want me to make clothes for your man?"
"I'll make clothes, but I won't take your benefits."
Jiang Wanwan chuckled and said, "No, I want you to teach me how to make pants and sweaters. Then, you can keep this reddish-brown cloth to make winter clothes for Sui Sui and Guo Guo. Look how suitable this pattern is for children."
Shen Xingjiang didn't like others making clothes for him, so she wouldn't let others do it.
Seeing that Jiang Wanwan was sincere in giving her the cloth, Xu Lan accepted it and said, "I'd like to thank their aunt on behalf of the children." Farm life is a give-and-take system, and since she accepted the cloth, she also had a way to return the favor.
After the clothing-making deal was settled, Jiang Wanwan concentrated on learning it.
Wait until she learns how to cut patterns, overlock stitch, and sew trousers.
The team is also preparing for the autumn harvest!
All members of the production team and educated youth had to take part in the autumn harvest.
On an autumn night, the ground turns yellow, the wind blows rice husks all over the sky, and the golden and cracked corn leaves rustle.
Everyone had to get up and go to the fields at five or six in the morning. Jiang Wanwan, wearing old clothes, big cotton shoes, and a pink headscarf, buried her head in the ditch.
Jiang Wanwan worked slowly but with a positive attitude and she peeled the corn husks very cleanly. Among so many team members, she was the only one who peeled the smoothest corn.
Ge Hongling praised her more than once: "We should learn from Comrade Jiang Wanwan!"
Jiang Wanwan is not proud. She is serious about peeling corn and plucking mung beans. Mung beans and soybeans are not easy to plucking because the dried pods will burst if you use a little more force, and the beans will fall into the soil and are difficult to pick up.
Jiang Wanwan squatted on the ground, plucking the weeds very carefully.
She treated every mung bean and soybean as Jiang Lian's hair. She used her skillful strength to ensure that she could pull out the bean sprouts in one go without letting the pods explode. She was quick, accurate and ruthless, and she could pull out all the roots without wasting any effort!
In the tasks of pulling out mung beans and soybeans, Jiang Wanwan was once again named an advanced team member.
After lunch, Zhang Hongri praised enthusiastically through the loudspeaker.
"Hey, folks, comrades, listen to me. You should learn from Jiang Wanwan, the educated youth, who plucked the mung beans and soybeans cleanly without breaking the pods. She is a novice at the job, but her attitude is that of a veteran. It really makes me feel that women hold up half the sky..."
On the loess road next to the production team, an official drove in, the wheels raising a cloud of dust. In the car sat a woman in her early twenties, and another well-maintained woman, who was holding a child in her arms.
As their car came in, they happened to hear Zhang Hongri's broadcast.
The young woman covered her mouth in disbelief: "Mom, is that person talking about Wan Wan?"
The woman was stunned for a moment: "Well, it seems so."
She hadn't heard Wanwan's name for a long time, and she realized that she hadn't thought about her daughter for a long time.
The officer heard their conversation and asked curiously, "Jiang Zhiqing, do you know the comrade on the radio?"
The Jiang Zhiqing he was referring to was not Jiang Wanwan, but... Jiang Lian.
Half a month ago, Jiang Lian's father Jiang Nancheng was reported to have resold cultural relics to foreigners and was investigated. A few days before Jiang Lian was to marry into the Cheng family, she was demoted from her clerical position at the newspaper and her entire family was demoted.
Her father, as the person in charge, was exiled to a cowshed in the southern mountainous area after being investigated, and he probably hasn't arrived yet.
She, her stepmother Song Xiangwu, and her half-brother Jiang Lin, who was a few months old, were sent to Inner Mongolia. As luck would have it, they ended up in the same production team as Jiang Wanwan.
Jiang Lian coughed pitifully and said, "I know her. I'm her cousin."
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