It's right in front of my own house. What's there to be afraid of?
?
Shen Qianqian looked at Yu Jianchen with a puzzled expression. She saw that Yu Jianchen had turned half of her face to the side, and was facing her in a very awkward posture.
Before Shen Qianqian could even ask,
Upon hearing Yu Jianchen's stammering explanation, "A dog was chasing me just now... Qianqian, it's getting dark, you should hurry to school. Your aunt needs to go shopping and rush back to cook."
As he spoke, Yu Jianchen lowered his head and prepared to leave.
Shen Qianqian waited for her to take two steps before reaching out and grabbing her.
She walked quickly to Yu Jianchen and saw the half of her face that she had been covering. She was stunned for a moment, then reached out and brushed aside Yu Jianchen's hair, revealing a bright red five-finger mark on her left cheek.
Shen Qianqian's pupils constricted sharply: "Auntie, who hit you?!"
Yu Jianchen was fair-skinned, so the handprint on his face was especially noticeable, and there was even a trace of smudged moisture on the corner of his mouth.
The blood vessels in his eyes were visible, and his left cheek was visibly larger than his right cheek—it was swollen! (The person who used violence must have used a lot of force.)
Suppressing the rising anger within her, Shen Qianqian asked coldly, "Who hit me?"
Having never seen his niece so fierce before, Yu Jianchen was so frightened that he trembled and instinctively took a step back.
Shen Qianqian hadn't expected Yu Jianchen's situation to be worse than she had imagined. She wondered what kind of treatment the other woman had received at her in-laws' house; she was terrified just by raising her voice a little.
"Auntie, tell me, who hit you? Was it Uncle or Hu Guichen?"
Yu Jianchen shuddered when he heard those two familiar names.
It seems to be these two without a doubt.
The anger that had been suppressed surged up again.
Shen Qianqian grabbed Yu Jianchen's hand and pulled her into the alley.
Yu Jianchen was stunned for a moment, and tried to stop her niece from going inside, but her strength was no match for Shen Qianqian's.
Yu Jian kept pleading in a low voice, "No, no! I fell by myself! Qianqian, hurry up and go to school! Don't waste time here, it's almost dark!"
"You fell on your own? What kind of ground would allow someone to slip and get a handprint on it?"
Yu Jianchen was terrified and burst into tears, as if a ferocious beast was lurking in the alley and could devour her at any moment.
Hearing the sobbing behind her, Shen Qianqian finally stopped.
She looked at Yu Jianchen, whose eyes were red and swollen. Even someone as rational as her didn't know what to say at this moment.
Alright.
This is Yu Jianchen's business, not hers. She can't make the decision for him, and besides, Yu Jianchen probably doesn't want others to make the decision for him either.
She wanted to go to the Zeng family to get to the bottom of things, but Yu Jianchen strongly opposed it.
She didn't know why Yu Jianchen was so resistant to an opportunity that could save her. Perhaps it was Zeng He's slap, perhaps it was Hu Guichen's insults, perhaps it was the strange looks from the world. All these factors were like a mountain, pressing down on this honest and simple woman, making it impossible for her to get over or escape.
These pressures are too heavy for a woman living in a small county town.
Shen Qianqian can understand Shen Qianqian.
The impulsiveness she felt earlier quickly subsided, and Shen Qianqian didn't mention taking Yu Jianchen to seek justice again. The sky was even darker than before, but the handprint on Yu Jianchen's face was still clearly visible.
Shen Qing casually mentioned another matter: "There's a newly opened factory in Hongqi Commune, a bag manufacturing plant. I remember you know how to use a sewing machine. They're hiring there. If you know how to use a sewing machine, you have a good chance of staying. Auntie, why don't you give it a try?"
It's unclear what Yu Jianchen was thinking, but she ultimately agreed.
Shen Qianqian rode her bike in a different direction and went to the Zhou family to ask them to reserve an extra workstation for her. As long as Yu Jianchen went there, she could get the position.
After the Dongxing Factory completed its recruitment, the opening ceremony was held in a particularly grand manner.
Yang Wang is truly capable. She only gave a slight hint, and the other party was able to apply it to other situations and directly bring over a reporter from the Nanxian Daily. In short, the guests had a great time that day.
The next day, the newspapers featured photos of the ribbon-cutting ceremony for the opening of the Dongxing Factory, along with a few hundred words in the corner, which was enough to let people know about this small factory.
Dongxing Factory was featured in the newspaper, gaining exposure to the entire county. Many people learned about Dongxing Luggage Manufacturing Factory and that it specialized in making luggage.
Next to the ribbon-cutting photo was a picture of a backpack, which is the second-generation backpack that their factory will be producing and selling.
That's a brilliant advertisement!
Shen Qianqian was in class at school when she heard many classmates mentioning their schoolbags.
Soon someone noticed her bag, and Shen Qianqian showed it to them openly and generously.
Some people have raised questions.
"This bag looks a little different from the one in the newspaper?"
How could Shen Qianqian miss this opportunity to advertise?
"This is the first-generation backpack, which I bought in the capital. It was on sale for five yuan. The one in the newspaper is the second-generation backpack. The second-generation backpack has many more features than the first generation. It has internal compartments so we can carry more books, and it also has zippers. This new technology of zippers is safer and provides better privacy than rope. The second-generation backpack is much better than the first generation. I'm going to buy another one when the second-generation backpack comes out!"
Chen Mengshu was itching to buy it and loudly echoed her friend, "I want to buy it too!" Many people were tempted.
This is the capital city! You only buy this kind of thing in such a big city, but they actually have it in this county town, and it's an even more amazing second-generation backpack!
Five yuan is not a small amount for most families in a small county. They can afford it, but spending it to buy a schoolbag for their child is obviously outrageous.
Who's so generous!
If this were in elementary school, it would probably be enough for a semester's tuition.
"The backpack is nice, but it's too expensive. Even with the discount, it's still five yuan. Sigh, I guess only people from big cities would buy it without batting an eye."
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