The crowd watching from the sidelines was enjoying the excitement, and no one was willing to leave.

Even those who had received food before heard that there was something interesting to watch here, so they locked the food in the cupboard and hurried over again.

It's no wonder that everyone likes to join in the fun. There is really too little entertainment these days. Who would want to miss such a good live show?

"What do you think? Do you want to lend it to me? There are so many people watching, I can't rely on you. I said I would return it to you next spring, and I will. We have been friends for more than ten years, don't you think you can trust me?" The curve of Shen Zhihuan's mouth gradually widened.

There is a price to pay for laughing at her.

Xu Jiaojiao lowered her head and said nothing.

Cao Erxiang always likes to say outside that all the money earned by her daughter Xu Jiaojiao is in Xu Jiaojiao's hands, and her family does not get a penny. When Xu Jiaojiao gets married in the future, that money will be Xu Jiaojiao's dowry.

"You're going to keep quiet now? I guess you're just venting your worry." Shen Zhihuan smiled coldly.

The atmosphere in the threshing ground suddenly became tense for unknown reasons.

Everyone's eyes were shifting back and forth between these few people.

Xu Jiaojiao looked so happy that she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

If she knew Shen Zhihuan was so shameless, she would never get close to her no matter what.

At this time, someone outside the threshing ground shouted, "Is Shen Zhihuan from the Tenth Production Team of Panshi Village here?"

"Here!" Shen Zhihuan said hurriedly.

Unable to suppress their curiosity, everyone turned around and looked in the direction of the voice.

A postman in his forties, wearing a green work suit, was standing next to a bicycle and looking over here.

There was some interest in everyone's eyes.

Shen Zhihuan walked through the crowd towards the postman. Seeing this, Li Qiuhua was afraid that her daughter would suffer, so she asked Xiao Weidong to watch the food and followed Shen Zhihuan out.

"I am Shen Zhihuan."

"I went to your house, but your gate was locked. I asked a fellow villager passing by and found out that you were here." The postman said as he took out two magazines and a bulging letter from the canvas pocket on the back seat of the 28-inch truck.

"Thank you for your hard work!" Shen Zhihuan took the letters and magazines with a smile.

"It's not hard! It's not hard! You don't know, the postman from Chuancheng told us to make sure to keep your letters and belongings safe, saying that you are not only the pride of our Shuangsha Town, but also the pride of our entire Chuancheng!" The postman waved his hand.

"You're exaggerating." Shen Zhihuan pursed his lips and chuckled.

She just caught a glimpse of the dawn.

How did she bring up pride?! If it were a few years ago, she wouldn't have dared...

"It's not an exaggeration at all. You are the first writer from our Sichuan city to appear in a Beijing magazine. You are the golden phoenix that flew out of our remote mountain area." The postman said with a little excitement.

"Comrade, are you saying that the article written by my daughter is printed in this magazine?" Li Qiuhua looked at the postman in disbelief.

"Yes, sister-in-law, you gave birth to an amazing daughter! From now on, you can just wait to enjoy a happy life!" said the postman with a smile.

Writing an article? And printing it in a magazine? The onlookers were all shocked! Most people in the village had lived for most of their lives without even knowing what a magazine looked like.

I always feel that magazines are something out of reach.

"Comrade, are you saying that the article written by Zhihuan is printed in this magazine?" Wang Tiezhu was afraid that he had misheard, so he walked over and pointed at the magazine in Shen Zhihuan's hand and asked the postman.

"Yes! It's just what you understood." The postman nodded.

"Comrade Shen Zhihuan, may I make a presumptuous request?" The postman turned his head to look at Shen Zhihuan and spoke a little embarrassedly.

"I don't have money to borrow. I don't have food to borrow." Shen Zhihuan blinked at the postman.

"No! No!" the postman waved his hands.

"Can I use my food coupons to exchange for a copy of your magazine? My daughter likes the articles you write, but this magazine and newspaper have long been sold out in Beijing..." the postman began with difficulty.

The postman took the magazine and quickly took out his food coupons.

"You don't need food coupons. It's my honor that your daughter likes the articles I write. How can I ask for your food coupons?" Shen Zhihuan smiled lightly.

Wang Tiezhu looked at the magazine in the postman's hand and felt so angry!

He has a pig brain.

I didn’t know to ask Zhihuan for it earlier. Now I’m screwed.

Postman: “How can this be so embarrassing!”

"What's there to be embarrassed about? In the eyes of people who like it, it's a beautiful article. In the eyes of people who don't like it, it's not even as useful as firewood!" Shen Zhihuan waved his hand nonchalantly.

The postman left with many thanks. Shen Zhihuan calmly handed the letter and magazine to Xiao Weidong and prepared to help Li Qiuhua carry the food back home.

In the corner, someone kicked Li Jiabao.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Li Jiabao understood immediately and rushed in front of Li Qiuhua, her mother and her two children. "Aunt Li, I'll help you carry it."

Without waiting for Li Qiuhua to nod, he swiftly threw the two bags of grain onto his shoulders.

Watching Li Jiabao walking briskly towards the west end of the village, the mother and her two sons followed him helplessly.

"Zhihuan girl, can you... lend the magazine to Uncle Tiezhu?" Afraid of being snatched away again, Wang Tiezhu shamelessly chased after her.

Shen Zhihuan took the magazine from Xiao Weidong and handed it to Wang Tiezhu, "If Uncle Tiezhu doesn't mind, take it! There's no use for me to keep it."

Feelings, ideals, ambitions, etc...

She really didn't.

I write articles just to earn some solidarity that can be shown publicly.

Wang Tiezhu was delighted, but he refused: "How can this be? This is you..."

"It's OK. My little brother is still young and my mother can't read. It will just gather dust at home. It's better to give it to Uncle Tiezhu."

"Uncle Tiezhu, if there's nothing else, we'll go back first." Shen Zhihuan smiled and pointed at Li Jiabao who had already walked a long way away.

"Okay, okay! You guys go back soon!" Wang Tiezhu nodded quickly.

As soon as Shen Zhihuan's family walked away, the threshing ground was in an uproar.

"You see, the envelope is bulging. It must contain a lot of great unity."

"Of course, didn't you hear the postman say that the third daughter of the Shen family is the pride of our Chuancheng?"

"The third girl from the Shen family has really made it! Wang Chunmei and her husband must be regretting this to death."

"What's the point of regretting? Once the words are spoken, how can they be taken back?"

"I can see that the third daughter of the Shen family will have great potential in the future."

…

Listening to everyone's chatter, Xu Youcai almost bit his teeth off.

Why do Wang Chunmei and her husband have to regret it so much?

Is Xu Youcai’s daughter a bad person?

What's so great about being able to write an article? His daughter is also a junior high school graduate, so it's just that his daughter is too lazy to write. If his daughter writes, she will be far better than that sickly person.

(End of this chapter)