Chapter 220 Lemon Tree
An Zhixia stopped and suddenly a flash of panic flashed through her heart.
If one day her brother knew that she was not the real An Zhixia, how would he react? After all, that An Zhixia was the real sister who accompanied him through the sadness of his mother's death, endured the hardship under his stepmother, and depended on him for eighteen years.
But this thought was only fleeting, and she smiled widely, "Brother, let's go home!"
Who could have imagined such an absurd thing as soul-traveling? She was in An Zhixia's body, so she was An Zhiqiu's biological sister, and this was a fact that could not be changed.
"You are finally back," Fang Hongye, who came out to greet them after hearing the noise, breathed a sigh of relief and smiled as she came forward. However, before the door was even closed, she was locked tightly in her husband's arms. She was stunned for a moment, feeling the man's great emotional fluctuations, blushing and patting his shoulder, she looked at An Zhixia with worry and doubt.
An Zhixia gave a sour expression in return, parked the car, closed the door, and sighed softly: "You guys continue to hug me, anyway, I have fallen out of favor with my brother." Usually, she was the one who got the hug for comfort from her brother when he was feeling down, but now this exclusive hug only fell on her sister-in-law.
So sour, she is the lemon on the lemon tree!
An Zhiqiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he pulled her and hit her with a roasted chestnut. "If you don't tease your brother and sister-in-law for a day, you feel uncomfortable all over, right? Aren't you tired and hungry after pedaling for so long?"
An Zhixia went to wash her hands and change her clothes with a smile, and sat in the warm house, eating and drinking her fill, and suddenly felt very happy.
"Don't be so jealous of us. Here, there's a letter from your boyfriend," Fang Hongye took out a letter from the house and said with a smile, "There's also a sack of stuff. I'll drag it into the house for you."
An Zhixia made a face at her, took the letter, and said unforgivingly, "Why did you take it out at this time when you didn't give it to me earlier? Don't you think I'm an eyesore? I know, I know. I'll make room for you guys so you can have a long chat all night long."
An Zhiqiu and Fang Hongye were now hardened by the teasing. They couldn't help but roll their eyes and laughed and scolded in unison: "Don't be so ungrateful!"
Back in the house, An Zhixia looked at the handwriting on the envelope that showed the owner's joy, and felt a little happy. She still put the letter aside, moved a stool and started to open the bulging sack.
Maybe they had eaten many meals together in Hetang Village, and Fang Yuan knew very well that she could not live without meat. Hetang Village was backed by mountains, and the commune also had a thriving breeding farm. This time, the sacks were mostly filled with various vacuum-packed meat products.
Fat and tender native chickens, chewy and rich-flavored black pork, delicious young lambs, beef ribs suitable for making steaks, various game commonly found in the mountains, and fish and shrimp caught from the river in winter!
In addition, there was half a bag of pure-colored rabbit skin that had been nitrated.
In modern times, there is no such generosity to give meat and rabbit skin as gifts in sacks. She was a little amused and her heart was filled with sweetness. This time, he should have written the letter without the children's knowledge. Because it was sent before he came to Kyoto, the content of the letter was quite standard, and the emotions were restrained with difficulty.
After reading it three or four times, An Zhixia leaned over the table and began to write a reply.
She held her chin in her hand and was in a daze for a while, then simply wrote down what had happened recently. She couldn't help but complain like a little girl that her brother's eyes and heart were now full of her sister-in-law, and she had become the poor little thing in the family, so miserable.
Think about it, other people always send big packages of things, but she only mails Kyoto specialties, which seems too insincere. An Zhixia flipped through the receipts and saw the woolen receipts, which reminded her of the last time Fang Yuan saw her brother's sweater and begged for it in a roundabout way in front of her.
What about "Your brother is so lucky, I haven't worn a new sweater in years..."
"Is this new sweater warm? I forgot what it felt like..."
"When your brother gets married, he'll have someone to buy him clothes. Don't try to please him, or you'll affect the couple's relationship..."
He had the nerve to speak, but she didn't have the nerve to listen.
The next day, she spent all her wool and cashmere tickets and exchanged some with her colleagues. When she got home, she and Fang Hongye divided the things and set aside half of their time every night to knit sweaters and cashmere sweaters.
An Zhixia conceived the program in her mind without delaying her hands' actions. Once she had an idea, she recorded it with a recorder. Once her thoughts were clear, she started writing directly. By taking both into account, her efficiency was surprisingly higher than before.
During lunch, she and Fang Hongye also knitted with knitting needles.
This time it was An Zhiqiu's turn to say sour words to the girl, "People who have a partner are different. They don't even look at their brother. Alas, this girl has been raised in vain."
An Zhixia glanced at him, pursed her lips and smiled before continuing to work.
"Ye'er," An Zhiqiu approached his wife again, smiling and praising her, "Your knitting is really beautiful. Do you have more cashmere yarn at home? Why don't you knit a set for Dad and Mom? It's just right to mail it together with Xia Xia's. It's colder in the countryside than here."
"Xia Xia has already bought my father and mother's share," Fang Hongye said with a smile.
An Zhiqiu was stunned, glanced at the sweater in Fang Hongye's hand, and immediately continued to say sourly: "Ye'er, you should knit it for me first. When you finish knitting for dad and mom and mail it over, it will be time for them to change into single clothes."
"Xia Xia knitted two sets for you last year. I will knit another one for you in the fall," Fang Hongye patted his shoulder and her words of comfort were very perfunctory.
An Zhiqiu suddenly felt that he had lost favor in front of the two women at home, and buried his head in the kitchen to study the dishes.
It took An Zhixia a week to knit a piece of mixed wool clothing for each of the four members of the Fang family, and she also mailed it to Uncle Fang and Aunt Fang, along with some Kyoto specialties, nutritional supplements, candies, etc.
An Zhixia was at work when Li Hanqian and his wife drove to the Dongfeng Shili Supply and Marketing Cooperative, abducted her and drove all the way to the suburbs.
"This is the rendering of the breeding farm revised by the experts. Is there anything else that needs to be added?" Li Hanqian handed An Zhixia the heavy drawing rolled up into a bucket.
The space in the car was not big, so An Zhixia opened it and rolled it up to make room for the drawings at the back. This stack of drawings included several items: plant layout, circuits, water circuits, gas circuits, ventilation systems, temperature control systems, light control systems, disinfection systems, septic tanks, etc.
She took into account all the areas that needed attention. She read it carefully three times before smiling and shaking her head, saying, "As a layman, I can't see any problems. We still have to wait until it is implemented before we can know which areas need improvement."
"Yes, practice is the only criterion for testing truth." Li Hanqian nodded in agreement and suddenly pointed to the place where red silk was hung on the tree in front and said, "We're here. This is the land that the organization has granted us to build a breeding farm!"
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
