The fragrance of the Wei family's food wafted through the air and reached the Luo family next door early on. Thinking of those delicious meals that Song Yitao couldn't even have a bite of, she felt nauseous.
These days, the Luo family members all looked down on her. Knowing what she had done, they no longer had any respect for her. Both Luo Yisen and Old Lady Luo just ignored her, not listening to her or even looking at her.
She had nowhere to go, and thought she would stay at the Luo family, but it was so hard to accept that she was truly despised.
But that day, ever since Zhu Qinghan went on stage to perform and apologize to Deng Zhilan, she had been feeling uncomfortable in her stomach and wanted to vomit.
After returning home, the Wei family had a feast of delicious food, and she vomited even more violently, unable to hold it back.
As for Wei Yanzhen and Deng Zhilan, the couple from the Wei family exchanged glances, and Deng Zhilan whispered:
"Could it be that Song Yitao is pregnant?"
Wei Yanzhen raised his eyebrows and whispered, "Yes? Who do you think it is?"
Deng Zhilan coughed lightly, "Who else could it be? He Yunyi, maybe it could be him."
Here, the Luo family also frowned when they heard Song Yitao vomiting in the yard.
Old Mrs. Luo snorted coldly, "Humph, why are you pretending to be pitiful?"
Luo Yisen didn't even want to look at her.
After Song Yitao finished vomiting, she stood up weakly, holding on to the wall.
She was also a little confused about what was wrong with her.
Suddenly, a terrible thought flashed through her mind, could she really be pregnant?
This idea surprised and delighted her. She was surprised because if she was really pregnant, she wouldn't be sure who the child belonged to. She was delighted because if she blamed the child on Luo Yisen, maybe she could use this opportunity to make Luo Yisen treat her better.
She gritted her teeth and decided to find an opportunity to go to a big hospital in the city for a check-up.
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After the busy farming season was over, the people in the brigade could finally take a rest. Under the locust trees, some aunties would often sit and chat, and some particular people would also read newspapers.
On this day, everyone in the Dongfeng Brigade saw the manuscript written by the Propaganda Team in the newspaper with excitement.
Yu Lianzhou had already gone to the publishing house and submitted the manuscripts written by Deng Zhilan and Song Yitao.
I didn’t expect it to be published in the newspaper so soon.
Even Zhu Qinghan's letter of apology was listed together with the Eastern Brigade's deeds in catching spies, taking up an entire page.
Gradually, everyone in the surrounding area knew about the style of the Dongfeng Brigade. It had already been rated as an excellent collective brigade, and now with the exaggeration and publicity in the newspapers, the reputation of the Dongfang Brigade has reached a new level.
In the Wei family courtyard.
"The growth period of black fungus is long, about 30 days. After a month, the black fungus will be transformed into mature and edible black fungus through the fungus."
Deng Zhilan went down to her own cellar, muttering to herself. Wei Jinyue, who followed her down, was overjoyed.
"Sister-in-law, this is really wood ear. Is it really edible?"
"Wei Jinyue had seen this kind of thing when she was in Guangdong Province, but she had never eaten it. It was dark and she was a little disgusted."
"It's edible. Don't worry. I guarantee you'll eat it."
Seeing that the fungus was obviously more moldy than before and still had more growth potential, Deng Zhilan weighed this period's 'harvest' and roughly calculated how much could be picked.
Even if there was not enough fungus in her own cellar, someone from other aunts' homes in the brigade would report to her that the fungus was growing vigorously and showing good growth.
Don't worry about quantity. The next issue is sales.
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