Chapter 277 Growing Vegetables
Shen Lingyu's question was silently dispelled by the night wind.
Song Lubai was speechless for a moment.
Shen Lingyu knew she had talked too much today and shouldn't have poured out her grievances to those who had helped her in the past.
She stood up, dusted herself off, and said, "I have to go back now. Let's talk again next time we meet."
Song Lubai said, "I work at the supply and marketing cooperative. If you're looking for me, you can go there."
Shen Lingyu nodded, and her figure quickly disappeared into the night.
It was the peak time for mosquitoes, so Song Lubai opened the door and immediately closed it.
She really couldn't sleep at night if there were mosquitoes buzzing in her ear.
Wei Yang was sitting on the edge of the bed reading the newspaper when he heard her return. He asked, "Where have you been?"
His hair was slightly damp, glistening in the candlelight. As he drew closer, Song Lubai smelled the scent of soapberry on him.
She recounted her encounter with Shen Lingyu and then asked, "Why are women being sent to dredge the canal along the river?"
"You want to help her?"
Song Lubai shook her head and then nodded, "I almost got into trouble myself before. There are so many unfair things, and I don't have the ability to deal with them."
Wei Yang folded the newspaper and put it aside. He said, "Let's not talk about that anymore. There's hot water in the pot, and the water in the basin is clean. Go take a bath."
When their eyes met, Song Lubai looked away in slight panic and gave an awkward "Oh".
Two towels were hanging on the rope. The old one originally belonged to Song Lubai, but Wei Yang was using it now. Song Lubai was using the new one.
She simply washed her feet once and then rinsed them with cold water at the door.
Wei Yang walked around the house, then went inside and said, "Gaiming, build a small shed behind the house, and lay bricks on the ground. It will be used specifically for bathing."
Song Lubai tilted her head back, applying Friendship Cream, and said, "Building a wall around the front and putting the bathroom in the yard is inconvenient and unsafe if it's behind the house."
"Can the regiment allow everyone to build a wall around the compound?"
Wei Yang said, "I have read all the documents and there are no regulations about courtyards. Logically speaking, it is permissible to build a courtyard, but the materials for building a courtyard are hard to find, and if you want to do it, you have to make the mud bricks yourself."
Song Lubai said, "That's fine. Once the neighbors around us have started doing it, we'll do it too. It'll be more convenient to have a courtyard wall. We can also raise a couple of chickens so we can have eggs to eat in the future."
Seeing that she had finished wiping her face, he unceremoniously scooped her up, blew out the candles while holding her, gently placed her on the bed, and then whispered in her ear, "My wife smells so good."
Neither of them had any experience, and Wei Yang was figuring things out entirely on instinct.
Song Lubai grabbed his muscular arm and said, "We agreed not to have children yet."
Reminded by her, Wei Yang got up and rummaged through the cabinet to retrieve the family planning supplies he had received from the health center.
Afterwards, Song Lubai lay motionless on the bed, watching Wei Yang wash something in the dark.
She asked quietly, "You seem quite experienced?"
Wei Yang was taken aback, and said awkwardly, "The doctor said that good hygiene is good for all of us. It's best for women to have their own basin. I see there's a new basin at home; you can use that one yourself. Just be more careful in the future..."
Song Lubai's face was burning.
He didn't need to explain it in such detail and so bluntly.
After washing up, Wei Yang put on his clothes and went out to fetch a basin of water for Song Lubai.
After they cleaned themselves up and lay back in bed, Wei Yang, disregarding the fact that they would get hot from being close together, insisted on pulling her close and holding her in his arms.
Hugging and cuddling could easily escalate into something more intimate, and seeing Song Lubai's resistance, Wei Yang could only hold back.
He looked at the roof and changed the subject, saying, "The troupe is too poor right now, and they're correcting their thinking. I want to do something, but I can only keep it to myself for now."
Song Lubai said, "Take it slow. You can't rush things. The situation can't stay like this forever. Let's thoroughly understand the documents from above before we talk about anything else."
Wei Yang gently touched her forehead and whispered, "My wife understands me. She's perfect in every way."
Song Lubai found his mushy talk cheesy and nudged him, saying, "Go to sleep quickly."
Damn it, I thought it was something good, but it wasn't even as comfortable as a kiss. What a waste of my expectations.
Wei Yang couldn't sleep at all.
His body was screaming, but she was uncomfortable, so he could only suppress it.
After sleeping until dawn, Wei Yang, dressed, transformed back into the composed and steady Commander Wei.
Wei Yang felt sorry for Song Lubai and prepared the water for her to wash her face before she got up.
By the time Song Lubai finished braiding the pigtails, Wei Yang had already lit the stove.
Wei Zhao yawned as he went out the door, and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid the beef will have a bad smell, so let's cook it thoroughly in the pot and finish it in one meal."
It's been so hot lately that the beef rib soup I made before turned sour and had to be thrown away, which feels like such a waste.
As the neighbors gradually arrived, Song Lubai, busy by the stove, noticed a little boy playing with a zucchini that was shorter than his own palm.
Wei Zhao saw it too, and called the man over and said, "Da Mao, why did you pick the little zucchini? It's so small and can't be eaten. It's a complete waste."
Da Mao scratched his hair, which looked like a bird's nest from sleeping, and said, "My parents said that the vegetable garden is going to be confiscated. Now we have to pick all the vegetables, big and small, otherwise we won't get much in the future."
Song Lubai glanced at the child who had caused his parents so much trouble and said, "Go back and tell your parents that wasting money is shameful."
The child scratched his head and walked away.
Song Lubai and Wei Zhao made a point of observing the people who went to the vegetable garden to pick vegetables in the morning, and found that many of the vegetables they picked had tiny, newly sprouted seedlings in them.
Wei Zhao said, "People still don't trust the group."
Song Lubai said to Wei Yang, "Next year, let the regiment set aside a large plot of land to grow vegetables. This will make management easier, and the yield will be high enough to eat."
Wei Yang said, "There's no need for next year. We can plant them right away. Cabbage, radish, celery, cabbage, radish, and green onions are all easy to store. We can only rely on them for winter."
Upon hearing this, Song Lu rolled her eyes, then nodded at them, turned around, and went inside.
Wei Yang followed her into the house and said, "You want your fellow villager to grow vegetables?"
Song Lubai: "..."!
This man is like a tapeworm in her stomach.
With hope in her eyes, she said, "It's not just her. I don't know how many women are digging ditches by the river. Planting vegetables and clearing land is quite tiring in the early stages, but there's not much work later on. How many people are needed depends on the situation. Anyway, we need people to plant vegetables, so why not let those women do it?"
Wei Yang had this intention all along, otherwise he wouldn't have voiced her thoughts. He said, "I will get things settled with the vegetable planting team as soon as possible. I'll have Secretary Huang find out about the situation by the river first."
For him, the most important task was to ensure that the masses had enough to eat. To talk about ideological issues when people were starving was no different from being a hooligan.
There were countless things to do in the group, and he had to start by sorting them out one by one, beginning with the irrigation canals that irrigated the farmland.
The yield from the fields this year is already set, but we can still try to increase the vegetable production in winter.
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