"Why?" He was absolutely unwilling to let his son marry a woman who had an unclear relationship with a man without the approval of the family elders.
"Why?" The old lady's gaze was sharp and shrewd. "Did the person you found get Xuan'er released from the police station?"
"No." Mr. Jing looked embarrassed. "Xiao Wu's father went to a meeting out of town and won't be back for a while. Besides, didn't you already send money to the injured girl to settle things?"
"A meeting?" The old lady scoffed. "Can't you see such an obvious attempt to shirk responsibility?"
"First, the bureau over there rejected the order from Beijing, and then Lao Wu happened to be on a business trip. Isn't that enough to make you understand something?"
"Feng Guang made a move, isn't that normal?" Jing's father said dismissively.
The old lady looked at him slowly, "Do you think that if Feng Guang interferes in Xuan'er's affairs, money can solve the problem?"
Mr. Jing understood, but how could he believe that a young girl could have the ability to make Lao Wu disregard their years of friendship and use an excuse to hide away from the Jing family and risk their lives?
"Go ahead, use the Jing family's authority to get detailed information about that Ruan family girl."
The matter has been resolved. Go and break off the engagement with the Ruan family.
"Even if we can't find a suitable match, the Jing family will get this granddaughter-in-law no matter what."
...
The registered letter was delivered to the commune, and Zhaodi happily went to the post office to collect the money and deposit it in the bank.
When she returned, Ruan Xianxian was digging a hole with Hu Heshuo and playing with light bulbs. When she saw her, she waved with her little hand covered in mud.
"The money has been withdrawn? The Jing family hasn't broken their promise, have they?"
Chen Zhaodi's expression was strange. "It's been withdrawn. Two thousand. One portion came from the Jing family in Beijing, and the other from Wu Xueliang."
"Just take it if he gives it to you. Do you expect to be so righteous as to return the money?"
“Ambition? What’s that?” Chen Zhaodi squatted down next to Ruan Xianxian. “I was just surprised. Didn’t the Jing family say they would give eight hundred? Why did they transfer a thousand?”
Ruan Xianxian gestured to Hu Heshuo that the light bulb was at this distance, and casually replied to Zhao Di, "It's a demonstration, a common tactic of aristocratic families."
You could also interpret this as a handout to you for being sensible.
"Wow, you can give away 200 in one go? I can be a little more pragmatic."
If she had gone through this in the past, whether she would agree to break up with Wu Xueliang would be secondary; she definitely wouldn't want the money.
For sensitive people, it's a humiliation; they'll despise themselves for being so spineless.
Just two days ago she was lying in bed, barely alive, and now Ruan Xiaoxian is telling her to go get money, promising it can cure all diseases.
Sure enough, the moment she received the two thousand yuan, her back pain, leg soreness, and unwarranted complaints disappeared, and all those uncontrollable thoughts in her head vanished!
They even thought Wu Xueliang was a really good person.
If he offers another thousand, it wouldn't matter if we break up again.
"Right?" Ruan Xianxian smiled. The reason why girls are heartbroken after a breakup is mostly because they haven't made up for what they invested in the man.
Once you've achieved psychological balance, that is, when you've completely let go, whether it's financial compensation or seeing the other person go back to you, or their unhappiness after leaving you, it's all a form of compensation.
Compared to the psychological comfort derived from dopamine release during the "wife-chasing-after-the-cremation" scenario, Ruan Xianxian feels that real money is much more appealing.
Zhao Di, her soul seemingly elevated, beamed with joy. "What are you two up to?"
Hu Heshuo took a few fertilized eggs from the basket and put them into the dug pit. "Ruan Zhiqing said that we can use the heat from the light bulb to artificially incubate the eggs."
We are currently experimenting.
"Hiss, now that you mention it, I feel like I've seen this method somewhere before. Let me think." Zhao Di pondered deeply, and then her eyes suddenly lit up.
"I remember now. I saw it by chance at the farm in my hometown. I didn't quite understand it at the time, but now that I think about what you said, I remember."
However, those people used wooden crates, and they even lined them with sawdust.
Hu Heshuo paused, tilted his head, and asked, "Should we use sawdust as a base?"
"Let's use a pad!" Ruan Xianxian wasn't sure either; she only knew that such a method existed, but she still needed to figure out the specific procedures.
Without prior experience to draw upon, success is always learned through trial and error in the process of repeated failures.
"They're here! The wooden crates that Ruan Zhiqing wanted have arrived!" The shouts of Shen Meihua's husband, Zhang Musen, could be heard from afar outside the village office.
He was shirtless, with a towel draped over his shoulders to cover his private parts, and he was pushing a cart with five large wooden crates, each 1.2 meters long and wide, stacked on it.
The two tilted their heads together. "I just said you had the wooden crates ready? Did you have some kind of precognitive ability?"
"How could that be?" Ruan Xianxian stood up to greet Uncle Zhang and helped unload the boxes. "Our factory's own plot of land is not enough, so we asked Uncle Zhang to make a few one-meter vegetable gardens."
As she climbs higher, more eyes are watching her, and she won't cross the line of policy for something as trivial as her private plot.
Buying vegetables from the village is never as convenient as growing your own. Besides, we need to prepare for winter. Our own plot of land isn't enough, so we need to create a few more small vegetable gardens in advance.
As the saying goes, "where there's a policy, there's a countermeasure," and she has ways to get around it without violating the policies.
Hu Heshuo seemed to have been shocked, his body and eyes trembling violently. "You can grow vegetables in a wooden box?"
"Sure!" the guy feigned surprise. "It's similar to the process of growing vegetables in the field."
Hu Heshuo quickly got up and used his hands to measure the height of the wooden box, which was about six inches deep.
Suitable for vegetables with short roots, such as spinach and Chinese cabbage.
"Ruan Zhiqing, can this 'one-meter vegetable garden' be used by the brigade or by the team members' homes?"
Pingtou Brigade has a large population, and most of the land is used for farming. The private plots allocated to each household are clearly insufficient. If every family could cultivate a small vegetable garden...
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