Chapter 88 Returning to the Village with Uncle
Shen Wanjun was also confused. Was it the grain that had arrived, or her uncle?
Dang Xianghong found two carts and said, "Sister, your uncle has brought you grain."
Shen Wanjun was taken aback. In this freezing weather, with the bridge broken, how could her uncle deliver the food?
Besides, how did he know she had no food?
Filled with questions, I arrived at the entrance of the military compound and saw Shen Kun half-lying on several large sacks.
He was chewing on hay and staring at the sky, looking utterly bored.
"Uncle~" Shen Wanjun called out sweetly, it really was him.
Shen Kun sat up abruptly and rushed to Shen Wanjun, wanting to hug her, but restrained himself and took a few steps back.
My niece is heavily pregnant, so I can't touch her.
Shen Wanjun stepped forward and opened her arms to give Shen Kun a big hug.
"Uncle, it's been so long! Why are you being so formal with me?"
Shen Kun scratched his head: "Well, I brought you something."
He pointed to several large sacks: "There's corn, wheat, soybeans, and peanuts in here, enough for you for several months."
"Uncle, if you give me all the food, what will you and Aunt eat?"
"There's no shortage of food at home."
Shen Kun's answer surprised Shen Wanjun, as her uncle had been keeping a low profile ever since he went to the countryside.
She even wrote to her telling her to keep a low profile, but this time she suddenly sent so many things over.
What happened to keeping a low profile?
Shen Kun said in a low voice, "I heard someone here is bullying you?"
Shen Wanjun smiled and said, "Your niece isn't made of paper either."
She quickly realized that Shen Kun was putting on a show for the people in the compound.
Let everyone know that she's not someone to be trifled with—she has powerful backers.
Dang Xianghong asked curiously, "The bridge is broken, how did you bring all these things over?"
Shen Kun shrugged: "Is it difficult?"
"If the main road is blocked, take the side road; if the side road is blocked, take the mountain road."
"If there's a car, take it; if not, use a donkey cart; if all else fails, carry it by hand."
"I would never let my Wanwan go hungry."
Shen Kun glanced at Song Zhan, who arrived late, with disdain in his eyes—useless thing, how did he manage to make himself a cripple?
What happened to your leg?
"It was a bit of an accident, but I'm much better now. I couldn't even stand up before," Song Zhan answered honestly.
In front of Shen Kun, a man who had connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles, Song Zhan behaved as obediently as a primary school student.
The others didn't dare to breathe too loudly, feeling that Shen Kun was like a high-ranking leader who had come to inspect their work.
Hao Mei asked, "Comrade, where are you from?"
"Have you heard of 'Big Loudspeaker Village'?"
"I've heard of it, it's quite far away."
Shen Kun disagreed, saying, "It's not far; it's not far if you have a car."
"Did you carry all these things here by yourself?" Dang Xianghong asked.
Shen Kun nodded and said matter-of-factly, "Yeah, I'm exhausted."
He carried so much grain over mountains and valleys all by himself; he must have been exhausted to death or at least half-dead.
Of course, you should find someone to do this dirty and tiring work.
As long as the money is right, there will always be someone willing to do it.
Let alone carrying some grain, it wouldn't be impossible for them to carry rockets and artillery.
Zhang Kuan and Huang Ya were summoned by Song Zhan to move grain, while Shen Wanjun took Shen Kun's arm and walked home.
Many people from the compound came to watch, watching as the grain was delivered into Shen Wanjun's yard.
Grandma Cui glared at Shen Wanjun, while Shen Kun looked at her thoughtfully.
Bai Lu came down from the family dormitory building, dragging her tired body, and walked towards the school.
She's finally finished cleaning; she doesn't need to come in tomorrow.
The military compound wasn't actually that big, and Shen Wanjun inevitably ran into Bai Lu.
Bai Lu's gaze lingered briefly on the grain before she quickly lowered her head and looked away.
The three girls from the Liu family were leaning over the fence, craning their necks to look inside.
Is that grain?
"It's grain, but why is it all stored in Uncle Song's yard?"
"Aren't you going to give us any to eat?" the three girls asked one after another.
The onlookers were initially envious that Shen Wanjun had such a powerful uncle.
Only after hearing San Yatou's words did they belatedly realize what had happened.
—That grain was for Shen Wanjun, not for them.
"Uncle, have some water." Shen Wanjun poured a full glass of spiritual spring water.
Shen Kun didn't stand on ceremony and gulped it down in a few mouthfuls.
He wondered if it was just his imagination, but the water his niece poured tasted sweet.
The fatigue I felt vanished instantly.
He asked, "Wanwan, did you know that Song Zhan's leg was crippled before you came to the Northwest?"
Shen Wanjun shook her head: "I only found out after I got here."
Upon hearing this, Shen Kun's face darkened, and he scolded Song Zhan: "What are your family members good for? Your mother won't serve you, so you just torment my niece?"
"Are you even human? You made Wanwan come all this way here with her big belly to take care of you?"
Song Zhan died unjustly, explaining, "I was injured after submitting my application to join the army."
His wife was divorcing him at the time, and he never expected her to come.
Shen Kun said "Oh," realizing he had wronged Song Zhan, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face.
"So, what are your plans for the future? Do you think you can keep your position as battalion commander?"
If Song Zhan is dismissed, he will have to start making plans for his niece in advance.
"I...don't know." Song Zhan lowered his head, his eyes filled with unconcealed sorrow.
Shen Kun ignored him and said to Shen Wanjun, "Wanwan, come with me to Dalaba Village. Your uncle is now the brigade leader."
Shen Wanjun was stunned. In such a short time, he had become the captain.
Indeed, gold shines wherever it is.
"Uncle, you're amazing."
Shen Kun tossed his hair: "Don't you even know whose uncle I am?"
The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.
Song Zhan felt extremely uncomfortable and dared not say anything more.
Fearing he might say the wrong thing, Shen Kun was about to take his wife away.
"Uncle, I'm doing fine here. Song Zhan is very good to me."
Shen Wanjun said, "Juan'er and Dr. Huang took good care of me."
"I'm eating and sleeping all the time now, I'm practically turning into a little pig."
What was meant as a joke turned into a frown and a cold expression on Shen Kun's face.
"Song Zhan, is that you?"
Song Zhan was dumbfounded: "What?"
"You think Wanwan is fat? And you want her to lose weight?"
Song Zhan had a lot of grievances to say, "No, there isn't."
Honestly, with such a beautiful wife, how could he possibly dislike her?
"Hmph, you better not have one."
Shen Kun chased everyone out of the house, leaving Song Zhan alone to give him a pep talk.
Song Juan busied herself in the kitchen for a while and quickly prepared a large table of dishes.
During the meal, Shen Kun secretly observed the group.
Seeing that everyone was indeed taking good care of Shen Wanjun, she finally felt a little relieved.
“Wanwan, your maternal grandparents originally wanted to come with me, but I didn’t let them.”
"Are they in good health?" Shen Wanjun asked.
"It's all good, but I miss you a lot. Come back to Dalaba Village with me."
"We can take better care of you if you're here; no one feels comfortable leaving you here."
Song Zhan looked up and said, "Uncle, this place is quite nice."
Oh no, Uncle, don't take his wife away!
Shen Kun sneered: "What's so good about it? We don't even have any food to eat."
There were also one or two people who looked at Shen Wanjun with hatred in their eyes.
Shen Kun was really worried about Shen Wanjun continuing to live here, as she was heavily pregnant.
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