Chapter 3 This man still has enough "capital".
In her past life, she tried every method to cure Wang Jianjun's impotence.
When all else failed, she even secretly sought out some open-minded girlfriends who had returned from abroad.
They introduced these things to her.
Having been ill for a long time, she has become quite knowledgeable about the uses and intricacies of these things.
I never expected... this so-called "paradise" would be such a "paradise" method!
The donkey cart came to a sudden stop, and Grandma Zhao's cheerful voice rang out: "We're here! We're home!"
Jiang Wanqiu suddenly opened her eyes, her consciousness returning to reality, the blush on her face not yet completely faded.
Before me stood rows of low, mud-brick houses. The Zhao family's courtyard was not far from the village entrance, consisting of three large tile-roofed houses. It looked neater and more spacious than the others, and the courtyard walls were also built high.
Jiang Wanqiu, holding onto the cart shaft, was about to jump down when she heard a commotion coming from under the big locust tree at the village entrance.
"Wang Lao Er! You heartless bastard! You've trampled my private plot into such a mess! You'll have to pay for it!" a shrill old woman's voice wailed.
Then came a rough, hoarse male voice: "Bullshit! What's the value of your few rotten vegetable seedlings? It's your chickens that pecked up all the wheat seeds I was going to take to the commune. How are you going to settle this score?!"
"You're spouting nonsense!"
"Pah! The whole village is watching!"
Seeing that one was holding a hoe and the other was carrying a carrying pole, about to start fighting for real, the villagers watching the spectacle did nothing but symbolically pull them back, creating a chaotic scene.
"Stop it, all of you."
At this moment, a deep and steady male voice suddenly rang out, and the noisy crowd instantly fell silent.
Jiang Wanqiu also subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.
A tall, imposing figure walked slowly and steadily from behind the crowd.
The man was wearing a slightly worn white undershirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing two bronze, muscular forearms that exuded explosive power.
Everyone fell silent upon seeing who had arrived.
The woman carrying the carrying pole was still somewhat unconvinced: "Zhao Wenchang, don't interfere in this matter! Today I'm going to show him what happens when he messes with me!"
He picked up a carrying pole, ready to hit someone.
Looking at the woman's excited expression, Zhao Wenchang smiled faintly and firmly grasped the carrying pole that was slamming down on her with great force.
The woman strained with all her might, her face turning purple, but the carrying pole seemed to be permanently attached to Zhao Wenchang's hand; she couldn't pull it out at all.
Zhao Wenchang then raised his eyes, his pupils dark and deep, like bottomless pools in the mountains.
He parted his thin lips slightly and narrowed his eyes: "What, do you want to go to the commune's denunciation meeting to show off your power?"
Everyone in the village knows that Zhao Wenchang is a well-known military battalion commander with considerable influence. If you really anger him, the higher-ups will label you as "sabotaging production" or "affecting unity," and send you to a commune study session to eat porridge for a few days. That's no joke.
The woman's anger vanished instantly. She sheepishly let go, muttering under her breath, "I... I was just so angry..."
Zhao Wenchang loosened his grip on the carrying pole and raised an eyebrow: "Auntie, the ground's been trampled. Have Brother Wang help you fix it. As for his wheat seeds and how much your chickens ate, compensate him at market price. Everyone's at fault, so let's stop making a scene, okay?"
His words weren't a discussion; they were a notification.
Li's wife opened her mouth, but seeing Zhao Wenchang's still faintly smiling face, she could only suppress her anger and reluctantly snorted.
The farce was resolved by the man with just a few words, and the onlookers wisely dispersed.
Seeing this, Ma Jinhua also spoke up, shouting, "Wenchang!"
The man who was called turned around and strode towards them.
She stared intently at the man who walked up to her.
Only when you get closer do you realize that he is truly handsome.
He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a high nose bridge like a mountain ridge, and thin lips that looked somewhat aloof when pursed, yet the faint smile at the corners of his mouth made people unconsciously feel at ease.
This...this is completely different from the rural man she had imagined, who toiled in the fields from dawn till dusk!
Ma Jinhua was somewhat displeased: "We have a very important guest at home, and what do you do? You run off to be a hero outside! Where's the chicken I asked you to kill? Where's the goose I asked you to prepare? Are they all done? Do you want your daughter to starve when she comes?"
Zhao Wenchang wasn't annoyed by the scolding. He raised his eyebrows and said, "How can one person be so fast, chopping wood and sharpening a knife all at once?"
As he spoke, his gaze shifted and landed on Jiang Wanqiu, who had just gotten out of the car.
Jiang Wanqiu felt her face flush under his gaze and instinctively straightened her back.
The woman was fair-skinned and delicate, with a petite and exquisite figure. Zhao Wenchang's eyes flickered slightly, and he generously extended his hand to the woman to introduce himself: "Zhao Wenchang."
"Jiang Wanqiu." She realized what was happening and quickly reached out to shake her hand.
The man's palms were large and warm, with a thin layer of calluses.
The next second, she felt a slight pain from the pinch and hissed softly.
The man had a strong grip; when he pulled his hand away, the back of his hand was red.
"Sorry." Zhao Wenchang said casually, noticing Jiang Wanqiu's unconsciously pouting lips.
The woman's hands were as soft as water, boneless. He found it strange and instinctively squeezed them, only to accidentally hurt the delicate young lady.
After saying that, he stopped talking, turned around and picked up a large bundle that the Jiang family had brought. The bundle looked heavy, but it felt as light as a ball of cotton in his hands. He strode into the courtyard.
After finishing their meal, seeing that it was getting late, the Zhao family asked Zhao Wenchang to take Jiang Wanqiu to report to the village chief.
Grandma Zhao Xiaohua explained with a smile, "We asked Wenchang to take you there. First, Wanqiu just arrived here and doesn't know anyone. She needs someone to guide her. Second, we asked Wenchang to talk to the village chief and see if he can give you an easier job!"
The two went out to the commune to find the village chief.
Jiang Wanqiu walked beside him, her bright, watery eyes never leaving Zhao Wenchang.
The more she looked, the more satisfied she became.
He's so much better than that fat, big-eared Wang Jianjun from my previous life.
Especially that waistline...
Jiang Wanqiu was so engrossed in watching that she didn't notice Zhao Wenchang, who was walking ahead, stop in his tracks.
Out of the corner of his eye, Zhao Wenchang caught sight of the burning gaze behind him.
He raised an eyebrow, thinking he had misunderstood, and turned his head to smile, asking, "What are you looking at?"
This woman shouldn't be that bold.
"Oh, no, no." Caught red-handed, Jiang Wanqiu quickly looked away, her face flushed.
Village chief Zhao Weimin was smoking a pipe in the village committee office when he saw Zhao Wenchang leading people in, and he quickly stood up.
Jiang Wanqiu respectfully handed over the letter of demotion.
Zhao Weimin took the letter, read it carefully twice, then looked up at the woman and nodded.
"Okay, I understand. We'll assign the work sites to all the educated youth who went to the countryside in a few days after they all arrive."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wenchang subconsciously glanced at the woman beside him again.
He's skinny and small, his thighs aren't even as thick as his arms. I'm afraid if he were to get to the ground, he wouldn't even be able to swing a hoe.
Feeling the man's scrutinizing gaze, Jiang Wanqiu subconsciously smiled at him with narrowed eyes.
Zhao Wenchang: "..."
Judging from his silly grin, he can't even swing a hoe, and he probably doesn't even recognize the seedlings.
"Uncle Zhao, is there no other work?"
Zhao Wenchang meant to see if there were any easier jobs, such as being a scorekeeper or a warehouse watchman. After all, she was a girl from the city, and she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to handle heavy work all at once.
Zhao Weimin smiled upon hearing this, took a puff of his pipe, and then spoke, "So you're already feeling sorry for this girl?"
Zhao Wenchang raised an eyebrow and said, "No, it's just that I'm worried she's from the city and might not do a good job and cause problems."
However, Zhao Weimin waved his hand and looked at the man: "You know, the Jiang family girl has a special situation. She came down to receive re-education from the poor and lower-middle peasants. If we assign her too easy work, and those gossipy people in the village see it and report it to the higher-ups, saying we're giving her special treatment... then the consequences will be serious!"
Jiang Wanqiu nodded quickly after hearing this: "The village chief is right, I understand. Don't worry, I can endure hardship."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wenchang frowned slightly, clearly dissatisfied with the result.
However, the chilling aura vanished instantly when Jiang Wanqiu looked over, and he returned to his ambiguous, half-smiling expression.
On the way back, Zhao Wenchang walked beside the woman with his hands in his pockets. Suddenly, he spoke up again: "Don't worry about this. I'll have a way to handle it."
Jiang Wanqiu paused for a moment, then looked up at the man's profile: Judging from his words, he didn't seem to be the cold-blooded, ruthless, and utterly despicable person her sister had described.
As Jiang Wanqiu passed by the big willow tree at the entrance of the village, she spotted a small figure hiding behind the tree.
It was a little boy, about seven or eight years old, as thin as a monkey, who was secretly peeking at her.
Jiang Wanqiu looked over curiously, "Who are you looking for?"
Their eyes met, and the little boy, like a startled rabbit, let out a strange cry and scrambled away, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.
“This child…” Jiang Wanqiu was a little puzzled.
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