Chapter 31 Uncle's Warning
Zhong Chuchu thought the phone was broken and asked again, "Is this Song Zhan, Comrade Song?"
Besides Song Zhan, she couldn't think of anyone else who would call her from the Northwest.
Shen Wanjun has already divorced Song Zhan, so going to the Northwest won't help her. She probably won't even be able to get into the compound and will be sent back.
A good horse doesn't turn back to eat the grass it already grazed. You're divorced and you're still trying to get back together with her. Have you no shame?
"No, I am Jiang Weiguo."
Jiang Weiguo's face was dark. If it weren't for the high cost of phone calls, he would have hung up right now.
If it weren't for the Zhong family's wealth, he wouldn't have groveled before her.
"Jiang...Weiguo? Jiang Weiguo!!"
Upon hearing the name, Zhong Chuchu turned pale with fright, her lips trembling.
With a thud, the phone fell onto the table.
The captain scolded, "Be gentle! It's not yours, you don't care about it at all?"
Jiang Weiguo's voice came through the loudspeaker on the phone.
"Comrade Zhong Chuchu, I have received your wedding telegram. Our family has made all the necessary preparations. We will get married when you return."
"I'll have my dad take care of the letter of introduction and the train tickets; you don't need to worry about those."
"I'll pick you up at the train station. Remember to bring everything you need."
Jiang Weiguo thought she should understand his meaning; the Zhong family's assets couldn't fall into that godforsaken place.
The captain was completely confused. What did this talk of marriage and letters of introduction mean?
He quickly understood what it meant.
Jiang Weiguo's father, Jiang Xiangdong, called shortly after, and after a friendly conversation, they reached a consensus.
Two days later, the brigade leader prepared a letter of introduction and slipped 50 cents to Zhong Chuchu.
"Let's hurry up and go to town with the oxcart in the morning. We'll be able to catch the train just in time."
Zhong Chuchu hasn't recovered from the shock in the past few days.
No, she's been reborn, so why is her scumbag husband still looking for her?
What wedding telegram? She clearly sent the telegram to Song Zhan.
She reasonably suspected that Shen Wanjun was behind everything and never wanted to have anything to do with Jiang Weiguo again.
But if she doesn't leave, can she survive here?
Zhong Chuchu looked at the blisters on her hands and reluctantly dragged her heavy steps onto the oxcart.
She knew that if she didn't leave, she would die there.
Leaving is undoubtedly the best decision at present.
She can go find Song Zhan once she gets to the Northwest.
Once she and Song Zhan have consummated their relationship, Song Zhan will be able to deal with Jiang Weiguo without her even having to lift a finger.
If that doesn't work, she can first try to appease Jiang Weiguo and then indirectly approach Song Zhan.
Although Jiang Weiguo was ruthless when he hit people, he was actually quite nice when he wasn't hitting her.
Zhong Chuchu comforted herself all the way, thinking that no matter what, she would live a better life in this one than in the last.
She firmly believed this.
In the courtyard.
After seeing Jiang Weiguo off, Shen Wanjun opened her uncle's letter.
A moment later she said to Song Zhan, "My uncle and aunt are doing well in Dalaba Village, so they told us not to worry."
He waved the large ten-yuan note in his hand and said, "My uncle was worried I'd go hungry, so he sent me some pocket money."
Song Zhan picked at the loose threads on the sweater and nodded, saying, "Your uncle is really nice."
“It’s my uncle,” Shen Wanjun corrected. “By the way, what did my uncle say in his letter to you?”
Song Zhan pulled out one hand and handed over the letter, his eyes filled with grievance as he said, "My uncle said that if I dare to treat you badly, he will break my legs."
Putting down the yarn, he joked, "My leg is already broken, so he won't hit me anymore."
Shen Wanjun felt very uncomfortable. "Our uncle just said it casually. He didn't know about your situation."
Song Zhan lowered his head and knitted a sweater, saying nothing more.
While preparing lunch, Shen Wanjun asked, "By the way, what did Mom say in her letter to you? Is there some problem at home?"
Song Zhan remained silent, his knitting of the yarn in his hands having made several mistakes.
"If your family is having difficulties, then send this money back home."
Shen Wanjun walked over and placed the stack of ten-yuan notes that Shen Kun had sent on Song Zhan's lap.
Song Zhan gently pushed it back, saying calmly, "Everything's fine at home."
The letter Song Zhan received was written by his younger brother, who is still in elementary school.
The text was riddled with typos and grammatically incorrect, but the matter was clearly explained: Song Zhan's family needed him to send money home because they had a large family to feed. One should not forget one's roots, be ungrateful, or neglect one's family.
His tone was full of commands.
Song Zhan wasn't very literate, but he could see clearly that the letter from home contained no warmth whatsoever, only responsibility and filial piety.
He had been injured in the leg for over a month and had sent a letter home, but no one cared about him or even offered a word of comfort.
How could Song Zhan not be heartbroken?
Previously, he only kept enough of his salary for living expenses and sent the rest back home.
Shen Wanjun used to be the eldest daughter of the Shen family, so naturally she wouldn't care about his little bit of money.
But now everything is different: Song Zhan is injured, and Shen Wanjun no longer has the Shen family as her powerful backer. The two of them can only rely on themselves now.
They also need to make a living and spend money everywhere. Song Zhan is fine with suffering himself, but he can't bear to let Shen Wanjun suffer with him.
He was already a useless person, but Shen Wanjun took the initiative to stay at this critical juncture and live a good life with him.
Even if Song Zhan were an ice pillar, he would be warmed up.
Even though he was deeply moved, he couldn't say a single kind word.
Shen Wanjun busied herself in the kitchen for a while before bringing out a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and a dish of shredded potatoes.
Feeling that two dishes were a bit too few, she added a small dish of pickled vegetables.
"Eat."
"Mmm." Song Zhan ate heartily, his eyes smiling.
Shen Wanjun asked, "Is it delicious?"
Song Zhan nodded vigorously: "Delicious."
Shen Wanjun smiled knowingly. The blockhead had finally sprouted something nice.
I picked up my chopsticks and took a bite of the scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Oh my god, it was so salty!
I picked up another piece of shredded potato, but oh dear, it wasn't cooked.
Forget it, let's eat rice. She took a bite and spat out half of it because it was undercooked.
Shen Wanjun fell silent. This shouldn't be the case; she clearly followed the recipe written by Dang Xianghong.
Why does this taste so different from everyone else's?!
While Shen Wanjun was still trying to figure it out, Song Zhan had already eaten half a full meal.
Seeing that Shen Wanjun wasn't eating, he asked, "Aren't you hungry?"
I know she doesn't like noodles, but she doesn't seem to like rice either.
She eats so little every day, she's barely hanging on like a fairy, how can the baby in her belly grow?
"I'm not very hungry." Shen Wanjun was too embarrassed to say that she had eaten quite a few cookies from her spatial storage.
Looking at the food on the table, Shen Wanjun asked, "Don't you think both of these dishes are terrible?"
Song Zhan shook his head: "It's fine. An egg is an egg, a tomato is a tomato, and a potato is a potato."
Shen Wanjun covered her mouth and laughed. His way of praising people was quite unique, and it was clear that he had tried very hard.
As usual, Shen Wanjun cooked a big pot of soup for Song Zhan that evening and also prepared foot bath water for him to soak his feet.
The hot water is usually not very hot, but today it's too hot.
As soon as Song Zhan's feet touched the hot water, he instinctively pulled them back.
Their eyes met, and Shen Wanjun exclaimed in surprise, "Your legs... you can move them?"
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