Chapter 41 Getting into Trouble

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

  As the person at the center of the gossip, Shen Zhihuan had a million alpacas running through his mind.

  How could she, a person who had been "cultivating immortality" in seclusion at home for a long time, encounter such an unexpected incident?

  Are you sure Boss Zhu didn't get the wrong person?

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

  "Mom has made it clear to Boss Zhu's sister. I think they won't come again." Li Qiufeng looked at the depressed Shen Zhihuan and comforted him softly.

  "I hope so!" Shen Zhihuan sounded like a sigh.

  Although she is not afraid of any scandals, she is still a little uncomfortable with others.

  Li Qiuhua frowned and thought for a while, "Don't go out recently, so as not to listen to those gossips."

  "Okay!" Shen Zhihuan nodded.

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

  Regardless of whether that boss Zhu got the wrong target, it's always better to avoid it.

  The enemy is in darkness and we are in the clear. If Boss Zhu plays some dirty trick, with her body that can run away when the wind blows, wouldn't that be like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth? !

  At that time, she couldn't find a place to cry.

  In the next few days, Shen Zhihuan stayed at home and shut himself up, completely ignoring what was going on outside the window.

  In addition to doing yoga and fitness every day, I just sit at the dining table and write fast.

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

  During autumn harvests over the years, in order to harvest all the rice before the rainy season, each production team would cook a big pot of rice and deliver it to the fields so that everyone could eat and drink enough to get back to work.

  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 is a little watery, it has a sweet taste due to the large amount of sweet potatoes.

  In addition, there is an unlimited supply, so everyone will hold on to it as long as they can't survive.

  These days, every household has a ration for cooking, and a household that can ensure that everyone in the family can eat six to seven times as much as they want is considered to be in good financial condition.

  Generally speaking, it would be good if people can eat until they are half full.

  With this opportunity, everyone can't help but feel sorry for their empty belly all the year round.

  After all, the only time of year when we harvest wheat and rice is when everyone can eat with open stomachs.

  Since Li Qiuhua and Xiao Weidong didn't come back for dinner, Shen Zhihuan didn't even have time to cook. When he was full, he just cracked an egg and ordered some batter to spread a few pancakes. Then he had dry food for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

  Use the time saved to ponder her writing.

  This is also thanks to the female educated youth named Wang Meili. If she hadn't told her on the bullock cart that she liked to read any magazine, she wouldn't have known that there was such a road to take.

  The cold pancakes were a bit choking. Shen Zhihuan picked up the milk at hand and took a swig. After swallowing the pancakes that were choking in her throat, Shen Zhihuan patted her chest to help herself.

  After sorting out the manuscripts, Shen Zhihuan spent more than half a day, carefully checking for typos twice. After confirming that they were correct, he took out the envelope that the original owner had placed in the dresser drawer and put several manuscripts into three separate folders. in an envelope.

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

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

  Seeing from a distance that Wang Chungen had hitched up the bullock cart, Shen Zhihuan quickened his pace.

  Hearing the long-lost footsteps behind him, Wang Chungen turned around slightly excitedly. When he saw the person clearly, 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 her face, Shen Zhihuan thought that she had accidentally rubbed something dirty somewhere, and subconsciously raised her hand to rub it on her face. Wiped it on his face.

  "No! No! I saw it wrong!" Wang Chungen's eyes flashed slightly, and he turned around uncomfortably to sort out the baskets on the oxcart.

  "Brother Chungen, will you go to town today?" Shen Zhihuan didn't notice Wang Chungen's strangeness and went straight to the topic.

  "We'll go in a moment, what? Do you want to go to the market?" Wang Chungen lowered his head and tied the basket, not daring to look up at Shen Zhihuan who was standing opposite the bullock 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 stretched out the letter in his hand to Wang Chungen and waved it.

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

  "Yeah!" Shen Zhihuan nodded, "Is that okay?"

  As she spoke, Shen Zhihuan favorably stuffed the oil-skin paper bag containing a large handful of plums into Wang Chungen's hand.

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

  "I went up to the mountain yesterday and picked a lot. I still have some at home. I brought these specially for Aunt Wang and Chunxi to try." Shen Zhihuan put the brown paper bag directly on the driver's seat of the oxcart.

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

  "Brother Chungen, these letters are troublesome for you."

  "Are you...submitting a manuscript?!" Wang Chungen saw the address on the envelope and looked at Shen Zhihuan with bright eyes, unable to conceal his excitement in his voice.

  "I heard Wang Zhiqing tell me last time that Yue Ren magazine is very popular in the capital. I have nothing to do at home, so I just wanted to try writing a few articles." Shen Zhihuan said with a smile.

  "Brother Chungen, you're busy, so I'll reply first. I'll leave it to you to send the letter."

  Wang Chungen watched Shen Zhihuan walk away, and it wasn't until the brisk figure disappeared into the Shen family's courtyard wall that Wang Chungen turned around and got on the bullock cart. , cracked the whip...

Boss Zhu of the Zhu family

  in Xilin Village

  took out the milk powder, malted milk and a large bag of chicken cakes that he had asked someone to buy.

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

  "..."

  Zhu Xiaoxiu's hand holding the chopsticks paused, her lips moved, and finally she swallowed.

  Mrs. Zhu glanced at her daughter who was hesitant to speak, and said with some difficulty, "Da Zhuang, why don't you... let me ask the matchmaker to help you search for it..." What

  we are busy with is not business.

  The girl's family is not happy. No matter how hard they try, it will be in vain. They might as well find another one so that she can have a fat grandson as soon as possible.

  "Mom, you don't have to worry about my business!" Boss Zhu frowned slightly, with a hint of displeasure on his rough face.

  "I am your mother, who cares about your affairs if I don't care?" Old

  Mrs. Zhu put down the bowls and chopsticks in her hands, sighed softly, and then continued: "That Yang Sanhong of the old Yang family, my mother looks good, with a round waist and a round butt.

  "We are very close to each other and we know each other's temperament. We can still take care of each other." "

  Mother!" Boss Zhu called out in a deep voice. .

  "Don't tell me about that girl from the old Yang family. Just like her, she brought me foot-washing water. I thought her hands were thick!"