Later, when the grain bureau began to decline, he resigned and went into business, using his past connections to start a transportation business with the male protagonist.
That's right, this is the female lead's second brother-in-law!
However, Che Yonggen and Ke Siyu's relationship developed several years later. Both were on their second marriages, and although their union was initially based on mutual benefit, they gradually fell in love. They became a beloved, albeit materialistic, couple among many readers.
Ha, Ke Meiyu couldn't help but complain when she watched it.
However, it's only because they benefited from the female lead's halo that they had such smooth sailing financially, which gave them the mood to fall in love.
Otherwise, if they encounter some trouble, it will surely prove the saying "Husbands and wives are like birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly away separately!"
Ke Meiyu continued to chuckle, happily handing over the notebook and pen. "That's wonderful! Since you're a graduate of a key university in the provincial capital, you must be very knowledgeable. Could you help me write these words?"
"Luxury, tenderness, hesitation..."
Che Yonggen was taken aback, and his expression turned rather unpleasant.
He had just racked his brains to show off his extensive knowledge, using words he had heard from his classmates in college.
He can speak the words and recognize the characters, but when you ask him to write, his hand won't obey him!
“I’m sorry, comrade,” he said with a smile, his eyes darting around. “I injured my wrist while moving things today and can’t hold a pen. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here to trouble you to help me write a letter home.”
“It’s okay if you can’t write. You can speak,” Ke Meiyu said with a smile, not taking it seriously. She put away the paper and pen and looked at him expectantly.
Ji Yuchen scoffed, "Sis, you should ask me instead of him. He's obviously a know-it-all!"
Che Yonggen's face turned red.
He desperately wanted to shout out how to write the character and give this arrogant man a good slap in the face, but he genuinely didn't know...
He angrily snatched the toilet paper back, stood up, and said indignantly, "The post office gave you this rare opportunity, and you your own business skills are so poor that you can't even recognize these few words, yet you have the nerve to criticize the customer?"
"Is this your attitude? Fine, I'll go back and write it myself once my wrist is healed!"
Ji Yanfei glared at her brother. "Brother, why are you spouting such obvious truths? They came by bicycle with both hands, paying for convenience. We should just agree to it."
"Only a fool wouldn't make money when it's available!"
After being taunted by Ji Yanfei, Che Yonggen became even more furious, his face turning red with anger, as if his recent smugness was nothing but a joke in other people's eyes.
He took the letter paper and leaned over the table, deliberately writing the letter home with his left hand to cover up his ugly, scrawled handwriting.
The group behind them was still made up of young men, but they were more honest and simple. After the little commotion they had just experienced, they were able to properly and clearly state the contents of the letter they needed to write home.
Ke Meiyu took it just as seriously, and after finishing it in one go, she read it aloud in front of everyone.
People in this era are easily moved. Ke Meiyu could easily pluck a few words from her writing and touch everyone's hearts, leaving them deeply moved.
"Hello comrade, may I ask who you would like to write a letter to?"
Ke Meiyu continued writing a letter to the next person without even looking up.
The man sat in the chair, and the shadow he cast on the table was extremely oppressive.
Ke Meiyu looked up abruptly and saw the man's cool, curved lips.
“Write this for my wife,” he said casually, continuing to read in the same manner as Ke Meiyu: “She is from Hongqi Commune, Huayuan Town, Jixian County. Her name is Yu Bao’er, Yu from the story of Farewell My Concubine, and Bao from the character for precious!”
"I'm a rough man, and I speak rather bluntly. I hope the ladies won't mind."
Ke Meiyu nodded blankly, "Go ahead and tell me, I'll write it for you."
"Honey, you've been visiting relatives for quite a while this time. Even though we've only been married for two months, it's been more exciting than my first twenty years..."
"I miss you. I hope you see this letter and come home soon..."
"I'm waiting for you to come home, and I'll cook lots of your favorite dishes..."
Just one sentence, "I miss you," and the young men around him couldn't help but laugh and tease him.
"If you miss your wife, just go pick her up. It's not that far. Why bother writing a letter?"
"Maybe the letter hasn't even arrived yet, but the person has already come back!"
After her initial surprise, Ke Meiyu lowered her eyes and smiled, "What kind of food does your wife like to eat?"
The man smiled and said, "My wife is easy to feed; there's nothing she doesn't like to eat."
What does "easier to feed" mean?
Are you feeding the pigs?
She looked up at him and glared. "Impossible! She must have a few favorite dishes, right? If not, then you're just not observant enough. You don't even know what your own wife likes to eat. Your thoughts are just empty words!"
The man shrugged helplessly: "Comrade, you may have misunderstood. I only realized that my wife doesn't like any food because I observed her carefully."
Ke Meiyu was about to continue refuting, listing the foods she didn't like to eat.
However, after thinking about it, she realized she didn't actually have any food aversions, even to seasonings that some people are picky about, such as scallions, ginger, garlic, and cilantro. She could enjoy them immensely...
This discovery is quite terrifying; she herself feels like she was born into the wrong family!
Ke Meiyu simply lowered her head and wrote a few words on the letter: "Wife, I miss you, come back soon," before shoving it into Qin Yuanjiu's arms with a huff, "Next."
"Hey comrade, what did you write? I've said so much, and you haven't even written two counts?"
Ke Meiyu continued to glare at him, and whispered, "What are you doing? Can't you see I'm busy?"
"Are you busy being observed? Or busy becoming their object of admiration, written into their letters?"
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