However, within just half a day, the news that Boss Zhu from Xilin Village had fallen in love with the sickly third daughter of the Shen family spread throughout the entire Panshi Village.
As the person at the center of the gossip, Shen Zhihuan had a million alpacas flying through his mind.
How could she, who had been secluded at home for a long time to "cultivate immortals", encounter such an oolong incident? Was Boss Zhu sure he had made the right choice?
Shen Zhihuan searched back and forth several times in the few memories of the original owner and the outside world, but still found nothing.
"Mom has already made it clear with Boss Zhu's sister. I think they won't come again." Li Qiufeng looked at Shen Zhihuan, who had a depressed face, and comforted him softly.
"I hope so!" Shen Zhihuan's voice was like a sigh.
Although she is not afraid of any scandals, it is still a bit annoying.
Li Qiuhua frowned and thought for a while, "You should stay at home recently to avoid hearing those gossips."
"Okay!" Shen Zhihuan nodded.
If Li Qiuhua didn't say anything, Shen Zhihuan wouldn't plan to go out recently.
No matter whether Boss Zhu has made the wrong target or not, it's always better to stay hidden.
The enemy is in the dark and we are in the light. If Boss Zhu plays some dirty tricks, wouldn't it be like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth? If that really happens, she won't even have a place to cry.
In the next few days, Shen Zhihuan stayed at home and didn't go out, completely oblivious to what was happening outside.
Apart from doing yoga and fitness every day, I spend my days writing at the dining table.
Panshi Village also welcomed this year's autumn harvest amid the villagers' long-awaited calls.
During the autumn harvest every year, in order to harvest all the rice in the fields before the rainy season comes, each production team would cook a big pot of rice and send it to the fields so that everyone could eat and drink their fill and then continue working.
It is called a big pot meal, but in fact it is just a big pot of sweet potatoes mixed with a few grains of rice.
Although the soup is watery, it has a sweet taste due to the presence of sweet potatoes.
In addition, the supply is unlimited, so everyone eats as much as they can as long as they are not dying.
Nowadays, every household has a fixed amount of cooking, and a family that can ensure that everyone in the family is 60% to 70% full is considered to be well-off.
Most people are lucky if they can eat until they are 50% full.
If we have this opportunity, we should make the most of it, as it would be a shame for our empty stomachs all year round.
After all, only when wheat and rice are harvested can everyone have enough to eat.
Since Li Qiuhua and Xiao Weidong didn't come back for dinner, Shen Zhihuan didn't even have to cook. After getting enough sleep, he would just beat an egg and some batter to make a few pancakes, and that was all the dry food for breakfast, noon and dinner.
I use the saved time to study her writing.
This is all thanks to the female educated youth named Wang Meili. If she hadn't said on the ox cart that she liked to read certain magazines, she wouldn't have known that there was this road to take.
The cold pancakes were a bit choking, so Shen Zhihuan picked up the milk at hand and took a big gulp. He didn't pat his chest lightly until he swallowed the pancake that was stuck in his throat.
After finishing the manuscript, Shen Zhihuan spent most of the day carefully checking for typos twice. After confirming that there were no mistakes, he took out the envelopes that the original owner had placed in the drawer of the dressing table and put the manuscripts into three envelopes respectively.
Early the next morning, Shen Zhihuan packed a big bunch of plums and went out with the three letters with the magazine's address.
In a blink of an eye, half a month has passed and the endless golden color has been replaced by round piles of straw. The unique scent of fresh rice can still be faintly smelled in the air.
Seeing from afar that Wang Chungen had already harnessed the ox cart, Shen Zhihuan quickened his pace.
Hearing the long-lost footsteps coming from behind him, Wang Chungen turned around with a little excitement. When he saw who was coming, Wang Chungen was slightly distracted.
"What's wrong with me? Is there dirt on my face?" Seeing Wang Chungen staring at his face, Shen Zhihuan thought that he had accidentally rubbed some dirt on him somewhere, and subconsciously raised his hand and wiped it on his face.
"No! No! I was seeing things!" Wang Chungen's eyes flashed slightly, and he turned his head uncomfortably to tidy up the baskets on the ox cart.
"Brother Chungen, will you go to town today?" Shen Zhihuan didn't notice Wang Chungen's abnormality and went straight to the point.
"I'll go in a moment. What? Do you want to go to the market?" Wang Chungen lowered his head to tie the basket. He did not dare to look up at Shen Zhihuan who was standing opposite the ox cart, for fear that Shen Zhihuan would notice the heat on his face.
"No! I just want to ask you for a favor." Shen Zhihuan shook the letter in his hand in front of Wang Chungen.
"You want me to help you mail the letter?" Wang Chungen raised his eyes slightly.
"Yes!" Shen Zhihuan nodded, "Is it okay?"
As he spoke, Shen Zhihuan stuffed the oil-skin paper bag containing a large bunch of plums into Wang Chungen's hand in a flattering manner.
"I can help you mail the letter, but I really can't accept this. You should take it back and eat it yourself!" Wang Chun couldn't help but stuff the plum in his hand back to Shen Zhihuan.
"I picked a lot of them when I went up the mountain yesterday, and I still have some at home. I brought these specially for Aunt Wang and Chunxi to try." Shen Zhihuan put the brown paper bag directly on the driving seat of the ox cart.
There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!
Then he took out three cents from his pocket and handed them to Wang Chungen along with the three letters.
"Brother Chungen, I'm sorry to trouble you with these letters."
"Are you... submitting an article?!" Wang Chungen saw the address on the envelope, looked at Shen Zhihuan with shining eyes, and his voice could not hide his excitement.
"Last time, I heard from Wang Zhiqing that Yueren Magazine is very popular in Beijing. I had nothing to do at home anyway, so I thought of writing a few articles to give it a try." Shen Zhihuan said with a smile.
"Brother Chungen, you are busy, so I will go back first. I'll leave the posting to you."
Wang Chungen watched Shen Zhihuan walk away until his brisk figure disappeared inside the courtyard wall of Shen's house. Then he turned around and got on the ox cart and cracked the whip ...
Boss Zhu took out the milk powder, malted milk and a large bag of egg cakes that he had asked someone to buy from the house.
"After you finish your meal, take these to your sister-in-law." Boss Zhu put the things on the cabinet next to the dining table.
“…”
Zhu Xiaoxiu paused holding the chopsticks, moved her lips, and finally swallowed it.
Old Madam Zhu glanced at her daughter who was hesitant to speak, and said with some difficulty, "Da Zhuang, how about... Mother asks the matchmaker to help you find one..."
The one who is chasing after something is not a good deal.
The girl's family is not happy, so no matter how hard they try, it will be in vain. It would be better to find a new one so that she can have a big fat grandson sooner.
"Mom, don't meddle in my business!" Boss Zhu frowned slightly, with a hint of displeasure on his rough face.
"I'm your mother, if I don't take care of your affairs, who will?"
Old Madam Zhu put down the bowl and chopsticks in her hands, sighed softly, and then continued: "Mother thinks Yang Sanhong, the Yang family's daughter, is good looking, with a round waist and a big butt. It's obvious that she's easy to bear children."
"Our two families live close to each other and we know each other's personalities. In the future, we can still take care of each other."
"Mom!" Boss Zhu called out in a deep voice.
"Don't tell me about that girl from the old Yang family. She was like that. She brought me water to wash my feet, and I thought her hands were too rough!"
(End of this chapter)