"Aunt is not a stranger, so I'll tell you the truth! I already have a partner, so I won't trouble you." Shen Zhihuan smiled softly.

"You have a partner?" Old Mrs. Qian was dumbfounded.

Her great unity...

"Where is your partner from? What does his family do? How many brothers do you have in your family? Zhihuan, you are still young, you can't let anyone fool you." Old Mrs. Qian said hurriedly.

"My boyfriend's father is a cadre." Shen Zhihuan said with a faint smile.

“…”

Old Mrs. Qian was choked and stunned.

cadre……

The more Mrs. Qian thought about her daughter's situation, the more uncomfortable she became.

A sickly and weak boy could marry the son of a cadre, but she, a healthy girl with a round waist and big butt, had to marry the old woman He who lived in the countryside.

It makes me depressed just thinking about it.

If He Chunsheng hadn't been of some use, she would have swallowed a bowl of medicine long ago.

And let that evil child stay safely in the belly.

Old Mrs. Qian turned her head and glared at Qian Zhizhi fiercely.

Something that is not promising.

Qian Zhizhi lowered her head in embarrassment.

How could Qian Zhizhi not know what her mother was thinking? She had been to the educated youth point, and had she not visited the village head and the secretary’s homes often enough?

If people are not happy, what can she do? !

You can't just force yourself on someone!

The key is that she has to be tougher than the other person.

"Little sister, you're back." Shen Zhimei trotted back with three pounds of fat meat and a few bones in her hands. When she saw Shen Zhihuan at home, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Sister, aren't Daya and Erya here?" Shen Zhihuan looked around the room.

"Da Ya and Er Ya are playing with their brother at home!" Shen Zhimei's eyes flashed slightly.

Shen Zhihuan smiled and nodded without pointing it out.

Li Qiuhua stood up, took the meat and pork ribs, and went to the kitchen with the potatoes.

"Zhihuan, go to the field and pull up two radishes, pick a bunch of green peppers, and cut some leeks." Li Qiuhua said without even turning his head.

"Let me take a rest! I'll do it." Shen Zhimei returned the remaining banknotes to Li Qiuhua, swiftly took down the colander and sickle hanging outside the kitchen, and trotted out the door.

Shen Zhihuan looked at Shen Zhimei's fleeing back and was suddenly speechless.

If you can avoid it on the first day, can you avoid it on the fifteenth? "Sister Zhihuan, I heard from my second sister-in-law that you are writing articles for some magazine in Beijing?" Qian Zhizhi's eyes moved.

"I'm just idle, so I write articles to earn some food." Shen Zhihuan retracted his gaze, turned to look at Qian Zhizhi, and raised the corners of his lips politely.

Without giving Qian Zhizhi a chance to say anything, Shen Zhihuan strode to the kitchen.

Old Mrs. Qian winked at Qian Zhizhi, indicating her to follow in.

Qian Zhizhi frowned and shook her head embarrassedly.

Old Mrs. Qian glared at Qian Zhizhi unhappily and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Li Qiuhua moved her mouth, but before she could open her mouth, she caught a glimpse of a figure coming towards her, and immediately shut her mouth.

She also heard Qian Zhizhi asking about the club, and was afraid that her little girl would not be more careful and tell all the secrets.

"Zhihuan, is Shen Zhihuan here?"

At this time, a familiar voice came from the gate of the courtyard.

"Here!" Shen Zhihuan responded, stood up and walked out.

Li Qiuhua put down the kitchen knife in his hand and followed him out.

When Mrs. Qian saw this, she quickly chased after him, fearing that she had missed something.

"Zhihuan, your remittance slip, letter and magazine, sign here." The postman smiled and handed the remittance slip, a letter and a magazine to Shen Zhihuan.

She took the remittance slip and the letter and, as usual, left the magazine with the postman.

"Thank you! Thank you!" The postman thanked happily again and again.

"It's just a magazine. What's there to thank me for?" Shen Zhihuan took the pen and signed his name skillfully.

"Sister-in-law, are you cooking?" The postman said with a smile when he saw Li Qiuhua coming out with an apron around her waist.

"It's almost time for dinner, let's just have a bite here!" Li Qiuhua said with a smile.

After putting the pen and signature book into the canvas bag, the postman took out a bag of fried dough twisted dough sticks from the bag and forced it into Shen Zhihuan's pocket.

"My daughter fried it early in the morning. It's so crispy."

"Then please let me thank you for you, sister." Shen Zhihuan took it with a smile.

"You're welcome! You're welcome! If you like it, I'll bring you some next time you come here." The postman kicked open the tripod of the bicycle.

"No need! There are so many, enough for us to eat for a long time." Shen Zhihuan said quickly.

These days, vegetable oil and flour are in short supply.

Just once.

How can I let them spend more money?

The postman didn't say anything. He just smiled and waved at Shen Zhihuan. He kicked his long legs and the 28-inch bicycle shot out in an instant.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"Sister Zhihuan, is this the letter and remittance slip that the magazine in Beijing sent you?" Qian Zhizhi came closer with shining eyes.

I looked at it for a long time but couldn't see the address on the envelope clearly.

Qian Zhizhi, feeling extremely depressed, had no choice but to bite the bullet and move closer to Shen Zhihuan.

"Yes!" Shen Zhihuan nodded lightly and stuffed the envelope and remittance slip into his pocket.

Old Mrs. Qian's eyes almost followed the envelope and remittance slip into Shen Zhihuan's pocket.

Seeing that Shen Zhihuan had no intention of opening the letter in front of them, Old Lady Qian rolled her eyes.

"Zhihuan, can you show me the remittance slip? I have never seen a remittance slip in my life."

"Auntie, you can't even read a few words, how can you understand it?" Shen Zhihuan laughed.

She really underestimated how thick-skinned this guy was.

"Good boy, just let your aunt take a look!" Old Mrs. Qian said with a smug look on her face.

"Show it to your aunt!" Li Qiuhua curled the corners of his mouth.

Shen Zhihuan smiled but said nothing. He took out the remittance slip from his pocket and waved it in front of Old Mrs. Qian.

Qian Zhizhi tilted her head and looked over.

One hundred and twenty-eight dollars.

Qian Zhizhi's eyes widened in shock.

Old Mrs. Qian wanted to reach out her hand, but Shen Zhihuan simply retracted his hand and stuffed the remittance slip into his pocket.

"Zhihuan, how much money is on your remittance slip?" Old Mrs. Qian swallowed greedily.

"A little money for food." Shen Zhihuan curled his lips and smiled.

"Look at you, kid. If the hundred or so yuan a month was all food rations, your aunt would have starved to death long ago." Old Mrs. Qian smiled and moved closer.

Ten dollars a month is already gone, and I can’t let this go at all.

This concerns her daughter's life.

Qian Zhizhi glanced at Old Madam Qian, who immediately understood and cleared her throat, saying with a smile: "Zhihuan, can you tell me the address of that magazine..."

"Sure!" Shen Zhihuan smiled brightly.

Old Mrs. Qian was stunned.

Qian Zhizhi, who was standing next to Shen Zhihuan, was also visibly stunned.

I was somewhat suspicious whether I had heard it wrongly.

After all, who would tell others how to make money?

"You said it's okay?" Old Mrs. Qian couldn't believe it and asked for confirmation in a low voice.

"Of course, I'll give it to you now." Shen Zhihuan nodded with a smile, took out the letter from his pocket, poured out the food coupons and meat coupons inside, and directly slapped the empty envelope into Mrs. Qian's hand.

Qian Zhizhi couldn't hide the smile on her face.

"Mom..." Qian Zhizhi excitedly grabbed Old Lady Qian, as if the hundred or so yuan a month was already a sure thing.

Old Mrs. Qian glared at Qian Zhizhi as if giving a warning.

There is really nothing hidden in my heart.

As soon as I got the thing, I was so happy that I didn't even know my last name.

(End of this chapter)