"Honey, this time when I go to the army, I'll work hard to get promoted, and then apply for a family housing unit. How about you come and join me then?"
With his wife by his side, as long as he's not on a mission, he can see her every day—it's wonderful to think about.
Jiang Jinxiu nodded, then suddenly said, "Do many female comrades in your unit like you?"
Gu Xichen: "..."
How did my wife bring this up?
Whether they like him or not is none of his business. He doesn't like them and doesn't even know them.
Many in the army called him "the cold-faced devil".
Many people are afraid of him.
But why would he tell her?
What if she's also afraid of him?
"Wife, I only love you."
Jiang Jinxiu smiled, a smile that was exceptionally radiant and felt like a gentle spring breeze.
"I only love you. So you have to protect yourself and not let other women get involved with you. Be careful on missions too. You must be completely unharmed, understand?"
When Gu Xichen heard his wife's confession, his heart skipped a beat.
His eyes were full of joy.
He longed to hold the little woman in front of him.
But there were too many people at the station, and he was trying to control himself.
As if she could read his mind, Jiang Jinxiu hugged him tightly: "You must stay safe and sound."
Gu Xichen took a deep breath of her scent and solemnly promised, "Okay."
Time was running out, and if he lingered any longer, he would miss his train.
Jiang Jinxiu nudged him and urged, "You should hurry up and leave. The train is about to depart. Don't worry about me."
Gu Xichen hugged her tightly, took another deep breath, and then let go.
He grabbed the package from the ground, turned around, and left.
Noticing that the package had become heavier, he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.
Jiang Jinxiu left the train station only after the train disappeared from sight.
It was still early, and she didn't plan to go back so soon.
She wanted to know where the town's black market was.
She found a secluded spot and stored the bicycle in her storage space.
Unfortunately, he wandered aimlessly through the streets and alleys.
She walked along, observing as she went, hoping to discover something.
Not long after, she saw an old woman carrying a basket, her head covered with a headscarf, only her eyes showing.
As he walked, he kept looking around.
Jiang Jinxiu followed him quietly.
Finally, she walked into a secluded alley, where someone was guarding the entrance.
She didn't know what she gave that person, but the gatekeeper went in.
Occasionally, you can see people going in and out of the alley.
Jiang Jinxiu turned to another deserted spot and flashed into the space.
When she came out again, she was an ugly girl with a pockmarked face, a large black mole on the corner of her mouth, and wearing coarse clothes.
In her past life, she had specifically studied makeup.
Just to be on the safe side, she also imitated the old woman, wrapping a silk scarf around her head, leaving only her eyes showing.
She imitated the old woman, carrying a basket in her hand.
She put ten kilograms of rice produced by her space in the basket. The rice was in a bag that weighed exactly ten kilograms.
The rice grains are plump and firm, making them especially appealing.
Her bag was tied up, and a cloth was covering the basket. Unless it was completely uncovered, no one could tell what was inside.
She arrived at the entrance of the alley where the old woman had just gone.
The gatekeeper stopped her.
"What are you doing?" the gatekeeper asked in a cold voice.
Jiang Jinxiu lifted a corner of the basket: "My family urgently needs money, so I've come to exchange some for cash to take back home."
"Three cents," the gatekeeper said.
Jiang Jinxiu promptly paid three cents and went inside.
We walked quite a distance before we saw a relatively large number of people.
It was like a small market.
The vendors set up their stalls on both sides, leaving the middle for pedestrians to walk through.
There were buyers and sellers, and a large number of people, but everyone seemed to have reached a consensus and spoke in hushed tones.
There are many forks in the road on both sides, and I don't know where they lead.
Jiang Jinxiu first researched the market prices of various commodities before imitating them. She found a secluded spot, lifted the cloth covering the basket, and then opened the rice bag.
When passersby saw Jiang Jinxiu lift the cloth, they immediately came over to ask her questions.
As soon as I saw it was rice, I was immediately drawn to it.
Her rice is just so beautiful.
It is very full and has no impurities.
The rice that people mill nowadays still contains some rice bran, stones, or other impurities.
No one's rice is as good as Jiang Jinxiu's.
As if afraid someone would snatch it from him, the man simply hugged Jiang Jinxiu's basket to his arms.
"Comrade, how much is your rice?" he asked, while grabbing some and smelling it.
The grains are plump, have a rich rice aroma, and are free of impurities.
The man's eyes shone brightly.
"Four cents with a ticket, five cents without," Jiang Jinxiu replied in a hoarse voice.
The supply and marketing cooperative sells rice for two cents a pound, and that's the kind that's yellowish and has impurities. On the black market, rice usually sells for four or five cents a pound.
The person asking the question was very excited when he saw that Jiang Jinxiu was also asking for the same price: "How many are there here? I'll take them all."
This is such a rare find, it's such a great deal!
"Ten catties."
Jiang Jinxiu simply took out the whole bag of rice and handed it to the person.
The man held the rice in his hand and asked curiously, "How do you know there are ten jin? Is that enough? Could it be shortchanged?"
"This was weighed in advance, exactly ten pounds. If you don't believe me, you can weigh it again."
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