When Song Wei Zheng knocked on the door and went in, Song Rulan was mending clothes under the kerosene lamp.

"Mom," Song Weizheng came forward and brought the kerosene lamp closer to her, "The light is too dim. Don't be busy at night. I can sew the clothes myself."

"It's okay. I just need to sew the last stitch." After sewing the last stitch, she bit the thread and tied a knot. She stretched the clothes and checked them again, saying, "Mom is idle at home all day. You don't allow me to do this or that. Can't I sew some clothes? I made all your clothes when you were a child."

Song Rulan handed him the clothes and said, "You didn't even notice that your shoulders were rubbed raw. If you put it on again, your arms will be exposed."

Song Weizheng took the clothes, touched the stitches, and said, "Well, be careful next time."

"Did you go to town to help with work today?" Song Rulan always thought that every time he went away from home, he was going to help with work.

"Yeah." Song Wei Zheng responded, his handsome features looking exceptionally peaceful under the dim light.

"Are you tired? Mom has been feeling much better lately and can do some work. I don't think you need to buy those medicines."

"I'm not tired. It's easier than walking in the field. Don't worry." Song Weizheng said, "You still need to continue taking the medicine. The doctor said you were injured before, so you need to keep taking it from now on."

"Oh..." Song Rulan sighed.

"Don't sigh. The doctor also said that worrying too much is bad for your health." Song Weizhen added.

Song Rulan laughed and shook her head when she heard this: "I know. You won't listen to me anyway, and I won't bother you. Just remember to take care of yourself first. I will be satisfied and happy if you and Xiaoxue are healthy and safe."

"Yeah." Song Wei Zheng agreed, and then said, "I heard from Xiao Xue that you were worried about the money for my marriage."

"What else? If I don't worry about it, will you worry about it?" Song Rulan began to nag at him, "You have a stubborn temper and never like to think about these things. I am thankful that such a good girl likes you."

"Such a nice girl?" Song Weizheng repeated, "Have you met her?"

"That's right! If I have to wait for you to arrange it, I don't know when it will be." Song Rulan mentioned this and was a little dissatisfied with him, "Look at how old she is, how well-behaved and sensible she is, she took the initiative to come to my house and even took Xiaoxue out to play. What about you? You have to learn to be nice to her, too, understand? Boys should take the initiative."

Song Weizheng didn't know about this. Jiang Suishun actually came to his house without him knowing? And she seemed quite pleasant.

Song Weizheng thought of how Jiang Suunshun was sometimes silly and sometimes cunning and clever, and couldn't help but smile. If she was always like this, it would be easy for her to please the elders.

"So," Song Rulan continued, "we can't let them down. We have to prepare well for the marriage. The betrothal gifts and banquets are all to be prepared by the man's family. Although our family is in financial difficulty, I have kept the money you gave me over the years and have not touched it at all. Although it's not much, but..."

"Mom," Song Weizheng interrupted her, "that's the money our family has for emergencies, you should keep it for yourself. I have money on hand now, you don't have to worry. I will follow the standards and won't let anyone down."

Song Rulan smiled and nodded: "That's good, I'm relieved that you can do the job. Save money for the next few months, and buy less herbs for me. You don't have to rush to take supplements every day."

"I know, I know it all." Song Wei Zheng knew it all. He still remembered Jiang Sui Sui's words some time ago that she would end her relationship with him. Although he was not sure what she was thinking, judging from her words, maybe this marriage would not be successful in the end.

"By the way," Song Rulan added, "When you have time, send some gifts to Suisui's family, or help with some work. Last time, Suisui gave Xiaoxue an egg, so we can't take advantage of the girl's family."

Is there such a thing? Song Weizheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Okay, I got it. It's getting late, you should go to bed early." Song Wei Zheng helped Song Rulan lie down, turned off the kerosene lamp, and tiptoed out.

·

Because of a leg injury, Jiang Suishun was asked by Grandma Jiang to rest at home for a few days.

Life at home was very boring. There was no entertainment in the country life, not even books.

Jiang Suisui has already read all of her original elementary and junior high school textbooks, and finally came to a conclusion: it’s a piece of cake.

But the college entrance examination should not only test Chinese and mathematics, but also politics, history, geography, chemistry and biology, right? Is English tested these days?

Jiang Suisui lay on the table, writing and drawing, and finally drew a circle on the ground of political history.

In her previous life, she was more interested in liberal arts, but she dropped out of school and never took the college entrance examination. She had no confidence in science.

But even if it’s liberal arts, she has no review materials now... Jiang Suishun tilted her head in worry.

The primary and junior high schools in Dayan Village were run by several villages together. They were very backward, with only two subjects, Chinese and arithmetic. If students wanted to review other subjects, they had to have official textbooks of that era.

Jiang Suisui tapped his head with the tip of a pen, and suddenly an idea came to him! There should be a bookstore in the town, and Chen Cuizhu went to school in the town. The schools in the town should all be government-run. If that doesn't work, he can always borrow books from Chen Cuizhu.

I’ve decided to go to town to buy books next month!

The problem was solved, and Jiang Suishun wrote the words "Taoshu" on a piece of paper, feeling happy.

"Since I have nothing to do now, I might as well find some clothes to mend." Jiang Suishun muttered to himself as he daydreamed, "Practice my craft. What if I can get an order and make some extra money next time? Hehe!"

"My pants seemed to be worn out when I fell last time, so I took them out to mend them!"

Just as Jiang Suinsui was threading the needle with her trousers in her hands, there was a knock on the gate outside.

She did not have the habit of leaving the door wide open like the villagers. When she was alone at home, she would still close the door to feel safe.

After hearing the knock on the door, Jiang Suinsui quickly put down the work in her hands, trotted towards the door and shouted, "I'm coming!"

She pulled out the bolt and opened the door. She looked out and was stunned.

"Song, Song Weizheng?"

The person standing outside the door was Song Weizheng. He seemed to have just finished working. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his shoulders, revealing the full muscle lines of his arms. He looked lean and strong.

Song Weizheng was holding a basket in his left hand. When he saw Jiang Suisui open the door, he raised his hand and handed it to her: "I just picked the water chestnut vines this morning. Xiaoxue has picked all the water chestnuts on them. You can have some."

Jiang Suisui looked at the water chestnuts in the basket with a puzzled look in her mind, a little hesitant: "Why are you giving them to me to eat?"

"I heard that you gave Xiaoxue an egg last time." Song Weizhen explained.

"Ah, yes..." Jiang Suishun understood, "Is this a return gift?"

She still didn't take the basket: "Don't be so polite. I gave Xiaoxue the eggs because I like her very much. I don't mean any other. You should keep these water chestnuts for Xiaoxue. Children need to eat more so they can grow taller."

Song Weizheng said calmly, "It's a matter of reciprocity. These water chestnuts are not worth much, I just picked them up. If you don't like them, you can leave them for your grandmother and the others to eat."

Jiang Suinsui felt a little suffocated after hearing this, and she muttered softly: "I don't dislike eating..."

"Then keep it." After saying that, Song Wei Zheng put the basket on the ground at the door and prepared to leave.

"Hey wait!" Jiang Suunsui called him, "Well, thank you... this water chestnut, and the medicinal wine from before."

"I used that medicinal wine once and it almost cured me. It works very well. Don't leave yet. I'll give it back to you."

Song Weizheng: "No need, I remember there's not much left in that bottle, you can keep it."

"No, no, no!" Jiang Suishun said quickly, "I don't usually use it, but don't you need it often? Don't waste it."

Song Wei Zheng laughed in his heart and said, "Don't listen to Xiao Xue's nonsense. I haven't fought for a long time."

Young people really care about their reputation.

Jiang Suisui thought so in her heart, but she still laughed it off on the surface: "I didn't say you were fighting, but when you work, don't you often bump into things? Getting hurt is inevitable."

"Wait for me. Grandma seems to have put the medicinal wine away. I have to go look for it. Otherwise, why don't you come in and sit for a while, outside in the sun."

Jiang Suinsui thought it was not nice that Song Weizheng came specially to deliver something and she let him stand outside, so she warmly wanted to welcome him in.

Seeing that she insisted, Song Wei Zheng remembered his mother's instructions that he should be nice and considerate when he went to the Jiang family, so he did not refuse.

Jiang Suinsui took him to the main room and let him sit down and rest for a while. She also poured him a glass of water and then ran back to her room to find medicinal wine.

Song Wei Zheng didn't sit down. He saw a piece of clothing piled on the table with needle and thread still on it. It was obvious that someone was sitting here sewing clothes.

Jiang Suinsui also knows how to sew? Song Weizheng felt a little strange. Although he didn't hang out with the young people in the village and gossip about them, he had heard a lot of gossip from the villagers. One of the things they said about Jiang Suinsui was that she was lazy and greedy, and could do nothing except eating and playing.

As for himself, he must be fierce and vicious, and no one wants to bother with him.

Therefore, the conclusion has been circulating in the village that Song Weizhen cannot find a wife and Jiang Suishun has no family that wants her.

Thinking of this, Song Wei Zheng suddenly wanted to laugh for no apparent reason. In a sense, they looked quite compatible and actually became a couple.

He shook his head again, and found his own thoughts somewhat funny.

He lifted up the garment and took a look at it, noting that the stitches were quite neat and detailed, and it did not look like the work of a first-time mender.

After taking a closer look, I discovered that there was actually a smiley face sewn on the patch.

Quite interesting, Song Wei Zheng commented in his heart.

Then he looked down again and saw the books, paper and pen covered under the clothes.

Song Weizheng paused, looking at the book on the table in a daze.

At this time, Jiang Suisui rushed out of the room and said hurriedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't seem to find it. It may not be in my room. My grandma should have left it in the living room. Wait a minute, I..."

"Hmm?" She saw Song Wei Zheng reading her textbook and was inexplicably excited. "You, are you interested too?"

Jiang Suisui remembers that the original novel described Song Weizhen decades later as a business tycoon who came from an extremely poor family, had never been educated, and worked his way up from the bottom.

So, could it be that Song Wei Zheng also longs to study in his heart?