When Lu Yuan returned home, Wen Moxue asked curiously, "What did the captain want with you?"
Lu Yuan didn't hide anything and told everyone about his job as a scorekeeper.
Wen Moxue was very grateful, "Your uncle has been incredibly kind to us."
"Well, I didn't immediately agree to this job; I'm keeping it for you."
He explained, "Yang Caihong also asked for the job. If I had just told her it was for you, she might have made a scene."
"She'll make a fuss later, as long as it's not given to her."
"I'll find a way later."
Hearing him say that, the girl smiled slightly and said, "That's good."
Lu Yuan asked her, "By the way, can you drive a tractor?"
Wen Moxue shook her head, "I've never driven one. But I can drive a car."
"That shouldn't be a problem, just practice a bit."
Why are you asking this?
There was no tractor for her to drive, so I don't understand why he would ask that question.
"Just asking casually."
He didn't elaborate on things that were still uncertain.
He simply said, "I gave all the plums you gave me today to Old Man Gao. Prepare some more tomorrow and I'll send them to Master Wang and the others."
"Okay. But since you're going to the commune every day, don't you really need to go to work?"
"No need, I've already told the brigade leader that we're going to work on our private plots and prepare more firewood. We won't be going to work for a while, we'll wait until the busy farming season. He agreed."
Wen Moxue nodded, "We really need to clear out our own plots, otherwise we won't know where the vegetables we eat will come from. Today, Grandpa Liu asked me about it, and I told him I traded them with other villagers."
"Yes, I'll start farming tomorrow when I get back from the commune."
That evening, Lu Yuan went to take a shower. On the clothesline in the yard, he only saw his own clothes and pants, but no ripped underwear or socks. He shook his head helplessly.
He thought the girl really hadn't washed him, so he prepared to rub her himself.
I searched the room but couldn't find it.
He shouted, "Wife, where are my underwear?"
Wen Moxue, who was keeping Grandpa Liu company in the courtyard while he enjoyed the cool air, suddenly started to grin.
Gritting his teeth, he said, "You wait, I'll find it for you."
Grandpa Liu gently waved his palm-leaf fan, grinning as he revealed his gaping teeth.
Wen Moxue bumped into the man as soon as she entered the main room and rolled her eyes at him.
He lowered his voice and said, "Dare you yell any louder so the whole village can hear you?"
Lu Yuan grinned, "What's there to be afraid of?"
And that earned him another eye roll.
"Your eye-rolling skills are lacking; it looks more like you're flirting. I could easily misunderstand."
Wen Moxue: ......
That jerk! He can't beat her in a fight, and he can't win a verbal argument either. He's driving her crazy.
He stomped on him hard, and seeing him grimace, he finally felt satisfied.
She went to the small room behind the main hall, and when she came out, she threw what she was holding at him.
Lu Yuan hurriedly took it.
"What?"
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be three pairs of underwear and three pairs of socks.
But this style looks quite different.
He pulled the person into the room and asked, "Are these also in your space?"
Wen Moxue nodded, "Yes, but the style isn't from this era, so I had to leave it hanging inside."
"Leaving it indoors isn't a good idea; if someone comes and sees it one day, we won't be able to explain ourselves."
“I know, just wear this for a couple of days. You can buy a few more when you go to the commune later.”
"They were expensive, why don't you make me a few?"
Wen Moxue retorted, "You wish!"
"Isn't it only natural for a wife to make underwear for her husband?"
"Are you even your own man?"
"Why not? Go out and ask anyone, who dares to say I'm not your man?"
"You damn bastard—"
Just as the little fists were about to land, Lu Yuan quickly grabbed his clothes, pants, and a pair of underwear, and slipped out of the room.
Wen Moxue chased him all the way to the washroom, intending to punch him.
Lu Yuan chuckled and said, "Want to take a bath together?"
The young woman was furious, baring her teeth and warning, "Lu Yuan, if you dare to take advantage of me verbally again, I'll..."
"What do you mean?"
Her beautiful eyes darted around several times, but she couldn't think of any intimidating words.
Lu Yuan laughed and pushed the person out.
"Okay, I'm going to take a shower. You can go out and think about it slowly."
"Don't even think about peeking!"
Wen Moxue: ......
That man is so annoying!
It was too hot, so Lu Yuan took a cold shower, which made him feel refreshed.
A smile always played at the corners of his mouth.
This is a really good life.
She's well taken care of every day, with plenty of good food and drink. The best part is that she gets to tease the little girl from time to time, and watching her get all flustered is both adorable and hilarious.
That's really interesting!
Wen Moxue, standing outside the closed door, gave a soft snort, glared at it, and then turned and left.
Despite her previous angry demeanor, a slight smile appeared on her lips the moment she turned around.
Actually, I wasn't that averse to his frequent jokes.
She knew this man was just talking big, but was actually a gentleman. He gave her the respect and care she deserved.
The next morning.
Lu Yuan then carried half a basket of plums to the commune again, along with the money and coupons his fake wife had given him to buy clothes and underwear.
They went to the business office first, leaving about five catties of plums for Lu Qianjin and Li Dezhu, before heading to the brick and tile factory.
As soon as I arrived at the factory gate, I saw Zhong Quanyong standing there holding an enamel mug.
He waved happily, "Uncle Zhong!"
When Zhong Quanyong saw it was him, he immediately beamed with joy.
He was warmly greeted, "Little Lu is here, come in quickly."
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