Time space: the rough man's sick beauty, she turned wild

Chapter 41 Getting into trouble

But in just half a day, the news that Boss Zhu of Xilin Village had taken a fancy to the sick child of the third girl of the Shen family spread throughout Panshi Village.

As the person involved in the gossip center, Shen Zhihuan has millions of alpacas floating in his mind.

How could she encounter such an oolong incident as a person who has been retreating at home for a long time to "cultivate immortals"?
So Boss Zhu is sure he didn't make a mistake?

Shen Zhihuan searched back and forth several times between the original owner and the few memories of the outside world, but still found nothing.

"Mother has made it clear to Boss Zhu and that sister, they probably won't come again." Li Qiufeng looked at Shen Zhihuan who looked depressed, and comforted him softly.

"I hope!" Shen Zhi cheered like a sigh.

Although she is not afraid of any scandals, she is always a little irritating.

Li Qiuhua frowned and thought for a while, "You should not go out recently, lest you listen to those gossips."

"Okay!" Shen Zhihuan nodded.

Li Qiuhua didn't say anything, and Shen Zhihuan didn't plan to go out anytime soon.

It doesn't matter whether that boss Zhu made a mistake, it's always good to hide.

The enemy is in the dark and we are clear, if Boss Zhu plays some tricks, with her body that can run when the wind blows, wouldn't that mean that the sheep has entered the tiger's mouth? !
At that time, she couldn't find a place to cry.

For the next few days, Shen Zhihuan stayed at home behind closed doors, completely keeping his ears to the outside world.

In addition to yoga and fitness every day, I lie on the dining table and write hard.

Panshi Village also ushered in this year's autumn harvest amid the long-awaited calls of the villagers.

During the autumn harvest in previous years, in order to rush to harvest the rice in the field before the rainy season, each production team will cook a large pot of rice and send it to the field so that everyone can eat and drink enough to continue working.

It is said to be a big pot of rice, but it is actually a big pot of sweet potatoes mixed with a few grains of rice.

Although the clear soup lacks water, but because there are many sweet potatoes, it tastes sweet.

Coupled with the unlimited supply, everyone will support it as long as they can't die.

These days, every household cooks a fixed amount of food, and a family that can ensure that everyone in the family can eat six to seven cents is considered a family with good family conditions.

It is not bad for ordinary people to eat five percent full.

With this opportunity, everyone can't help feeling sorry for their empty stomachs all year round.

After all, when wheat and rice are harvested in a year, everyone can open their bellies to eat.

Li Qiuhua and Xiao Weidong didn't come back for dinner, and Shen Zhihuan even saved time for cooking. When he got full from sleep, he just beat an egg and some batter and spread a few pancakes, so he would have dry food for morning, afternoon and evening.

In the time I save, I spend time pondering her essays.

This is thanks to the female educated youth named Wang Meili. If she hadn't said in the bullock cart what magazines she likes to read, she would not have known that there was such a road to go.

The cold pancakes were a bit choking, Shen Zhihuan picked up the milk in hand and drank it fiercely, until the pancakes stuck in his throat were swallowed, Shen Zhihuan patted his chest to relieve himself.

After sorting out the manuscripts, Shen Zhihuan spent most of the day, carefully checking the typos twice, and after confirming that they were correct, he dug out the envelope that the original owner put in the dresser drawer, and put several manuscripts into three in an envelope.

Early the next morning, Shen Zhihuan packed a large handful of plums, took the three letters with the address of the magazine and went out.

After half a month, the endless golden color has been replaced by round piles of straw, and the smell of fresh rice can still be faintly smelled in the air.

Seeing from a distance that Wang Chungen had already set up the ox cart, Shen Zhihuan quickened his pace.

Hearing the long-lost footsteps behind him, Wang Chungen turned around a little excitedly, and when he saw who was coming, Wang Chungen shook his head slightly.

"Zhihuan, you..."

"What's wrong with me? Is there something dirty on my face?" Seeing Wang Chungen staring at his face, Shen Zhihuan thought that he had accidentally rubbed something dirty somewhere, and subconsciously raised his hand to wipe it on his face.

"No! No! I was wrong!" Wang Chungen's eyes flickered slightly, and he turned his head uncomfortably to tidy up the baskets on the bullock cart.

"Brother Chungen, are you going to town today?" Shen Zhihuan didn't notice Wang Chungen's strangeness, and went straight to the point.

"I'll go later, why? Do you want to go to the market?" Wang Chungen lowered his head and tied his basket, not daring to look up at Shen Zhihuan who was standing opposite the ox cart, for fear that Shen Zhihuan would notice the enthusiasm on his face.

"No! I just want to ask you for a favor." Shen Zhihuan held out the letter in front of Wang Chungen and shook it.

"You want me to send the letter for you?" Wang Chungen raised his eyes slightly.

"En!" Shen Zhihuan nodded, "Is it possible?"

While speaking, Shen Zhihuan fawningly stuffed the oily paper bag containing a large handful of plums into Wang Chungen's hand.

"Letter, I can send it for you, but this, I really can't take it, you'd better take it back and eat it yourself!" Wang Chun returned the stuffed plum in his hand to Shen Zhihuan.

"I went up the mountain to pick a lot yesterday, and I still have them at home. I specially brought these for Aunt Wang and Chunxi to try out." Shen Zhihuan directly put the kraft paper bag on the driver's seat of the bullock cart.

Then he took out thirty cents from his pocket and handed the three letters to Wang Chungen.

"Brother Chungen, these letters will trouble you."

"Are you... contributing?!" Wang Chungen saw the address on the envelope, looked at Shen Zhihuan with bright eyes, and his voice couldn't hide his excitement.

"I didn't hear Wang Zhiqing say that Yueren magazine is very popular in the capital, and I have nothing to do at home, so I wanted to write a few articles to try." Shen Zhi laughed.

"Brother Chungen, you are busy, so I will return first, and I will leave the letter to you."

Watching Shen Zhihuan go away, Wang Chungen turned around and got on the bullock cart until the brisk figure disappeared into the courtyard of Shen's house, and flicked his whip...
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Zhu's House in Xilin Village

Boss Zhu took out the milk powder, malted milk extract and a large bag of egg cakes that he asked someone to buy from the house.

"After you eat, send these to your sister-in-law." Boss Zhu put the things on the cabinet next to the dining table.

"..."

Zhu Xiaoxiu paused with the hand holding the chopsticks, moved her lips, and finally swallowed.

Mrs. Zhu glanced at her daughter who was hesitant to speak, and said with some difficulty, "Da Zhuang, why don't you... Mother asked the matchmaker to help you find it..."

What is rushing is not business.

The girl's family didn't like it, no matter how much they toss about it, it's useless, it's better to find another one, so that she can hug her big fat grandson sooner.

"Mother, don't worry about my affairs!" Boss Zhu frowned slightly, with a bit of displeasure on his rough face.

"I'm your mother, I don't care who cares about your affairs?"

Mrs. Zhu put down the bowls and chopsticks in her hand, sighed softly, and then continued: "Yang Sanhong from the old Yang's family, mother looks good, with a round waist and big buttocks, you can see that he is a good child."

"Our two families are close, and we know each other's temperament. In the future! The two families can take care of each other."

"Mom!" Boss Zhu called out heavily.

"Don't tell me that girl from Lao Yang's family is just like her. She brought me water to wash my feet. I still think her hands are rough!"

(End of this chapter)