She is a heartthrob who wants to live a good life

Shen Weicang carried the package back into the house. The weather was already very hot, and the short walk from the door to the house made her sweat all over.

"Rustle", she moved sideways into the house, and the door curtain made a sound.

Zhou Minqing was making dinner. Seeing her coming in with something in her arms, she came over and said, "Hey, what did Pei Jingche send you again?"

In the past few months, Pei Jingche has sent three or four letters to Shen Weicang. Some things that were sent along with the letters have changed Shi Cuiyun and Zhou Minqing's impression of him.

Shen Weicang put the things on the table and went to open the letter first: "Sister, go get the scissors."

Zhou Minqing put down the spoon in his hand, turned around, took the scissors and handed them to her, then hurried out of the yard and into the kitchen.

Shen Weicang tore open the envelope and took a look. There were several coins inside, and at a glance there were dozens of yuan, and some various bills.

She ignored the thicker letter paper, thought for a moment, took out the money and put it inside the house, then came out to open the package.

The last time Pei Jingche sent her were light items like clothes and hairbands, so they were not very heavy. She didn't know what he was sending this time.

After removing the tightly wrapped layer of oil paper on the outside, there were several boxes inside. The largest box was at the bottom, with three or four small boxes lined up on top.

Shen Weicang curiously opened the boxes one by one, with joy shining in his eyes.

Pei Jingche sent her a pair of leather shoes, a bracelet, as well as vanishing cream, soap and other things. Knowing that she loved beauty, he gave her things she liked.

In addition to the one he gave her, he also sent gifts to the Zhou family, and there was nothing wrong with them.

"Wow--"

The door curtain was lifted, and Zhou Minqing came in with dishes in her hand: "Cangcang, quickly clear the table and wash your hands, we'll have dinner soon."

Shen Weicang responded, quickly put away the things, and took out the soap: "Sister Qingqing, look."

Zhou Minqing wiped her hands on her apron and leaned over to take a look: "Is this the fragrant soap Pei Jingche sent?"

Shen Weicang nodded: "Use this to wash your hands from now on."

"We haven't finished ours yet," Zhou Minqing went to serve the food again, "Put it away first. The ones he sent must be better than what we have at home. You can keep them for yourself."

When it was getting dark, Zhou Jinjun and Shi Cuiyun returned home. When they washed their hands, they exclaimed, "Where's the new soap?"

Zhou Minqing said helplessly: "That Pei Jingche sent it to Cang Cang. I told her to keep it for herself, but she insisted on using it right now."

Shen Weicang stretched out his hand and put it in front of her nose: "Sister Qingqing, why not use the new and good ones? Smell it and see if it smells good after washing your hands with this?"

Zhou Minqing came over and kissed her hand without any hesitation: "It smells so good!"

Shen Weicang hummed a song as he went to serve the rice: "That's good."

Zhou Jinjun and Shi Cuiyun looked at each other helplessly. They looked at the new soap and it looked better than the one at home, so they were reluctant to use it.

After quickly washing their hands and faces, the family sat down to eat.

Shi Cuiyun still had some complaints about Pei Jingche: "Cang Cang, did he tell you how many people there are in his family?"

Shen Weicang blinked, and before he could speak, she continued:

"He has been to our house and has gotten to know us very well. Did he tell you how many people are in his family, how his parents are doing, whether he has any brothers or sisters, and whether they are married?"

Shen Weicang scooped a spoonful of rice soup from the bowl: "I told you so."

In the first letter Pei Jingche sent back after he left, he told everything about his family, including confidential information, his parents' identities.

She said one by one: "There are only three people in his family. He is an only child. His parents are in good health."

Zhou Jinjun couldn't help but ask, "Where is he from?"

Shen Weicang laughed dryly: "Uncle, guess?"

"He's not from our place, right?" Zhou Jinjun knew what was going on without having to guess. "Soldiers come from all over the place, and he doesn't talk like us."

Zhou Minqing interrupted: "What they speak is called Mandarin."

Shi Cuiyun glanced at her and said, "You are the only one who talks too much."

"Cangcang, don't keep me in suspense," she looked at Shen Weicang again, "Where is he from?"

Shen Weicang pointed to the north: "In the capital."

Zhou Jinjun and Shi Cuiyun were stunned and looked at each other with complicated expressions.

There is no need to ask any more questions. Pei Jingche is the only child in the capital and his temperament is not like that of ordinary people. His family must not be an ordinary family.

Zhou Jinjun was about to open his mouth to say something when Shi Cuiyun pulled him. As soon as their eyes met, the village loudspeaker rang.

"Shh!"

Shi Cuiyun signaled for everyone to be quiet, then stood at the door and listened carefully with a frown.

Shen Weicang also listened curiously for a while, but found that he couldn't hear clearly what was being said.

After a while, Shi Cuiyun and Zhou Jinjun also walked back into the room. Shen Weicang asked curiously, "What did the loudspeaker say? I didn't hear it clearly."

"Tomorrow a great expert will come to our village to give instructions..." Shi Cuiyun didn't hear clearly, "and he said that the great expert can treat illnesses."

She curled her lips and said, "We are told to go to the brigade to let the expert take a look. Who has nothing better to do than to see an expert? The expert can't grow crops."

Shen Weicang didn't take it to heart and smiled: "I'm fine, I'll go take a look."

"Alright," Shi Cuiyun took a steamed bun, broke it open and gave it to her and Zhou Minqing, "Let's eat."

******

The next day, Zhou Jinjun and Shi Cuiyun went to the fields early again.

The two chatted as they walked: "That Pei Jingche must be fooling Cang Cang, his family is from the capital, if he really ignores us, where can we find him?"

Shi Cuiyun snorted: "Why bother looking for him? If he doesn't want to bother with him anymore, why not find someone who's close to Cang Cang and knows him well? Isn't that just right?"

Zhou Jinjun snorted even louder than she did: "Do you think Cang Cang could keep it a secret from the village that he was writing letters to her?"

The two were walking on the road when a black car suddenly drove past.

"Puff! Pfft! Pfft!" Zhou Jinjun and Shi Cuiyun were covered in the dust kicked up by the car and started cursing.

"I can't afford to drive a car, why don't you crash and die on the road!"

The young man sitting in the passenger seat of the car said, "Ouch!" "I told you that the road in the village is not easy to drive on. I told you to drive slower. It's going to be bumpy."

The young man in the back seat glanced out the window and frowned slightly: "Cheng Qinji, drive slower."

The young man in the passenger seat immediately said, "That's right, Professor Zhu said, drive slower! If you hadn't been paying attention, you would have almost hit those two people on the road just now."

Cheng Qinji chuckled, "You are all so timid. Others may not know, but you, Zhu Yanfeng, don't know. When has I ever had an accident while driving?"

After turning onto a road and driving a few dozen meters, he parked the car outside an office. The young man in the passenger seat jumped forward.

Zhu Yanfeng got out of the car: "You have never been in trouble. It's others who have been in trouble."

Cheng Qinji also got off the bus: "It's really a waste of my hard work to drive you here."

He looked around the house in front of him and said, "Where have you come from, great expert? I really don't understand. Why don't you stay in the capital? Why did you come all the way here?"

Zhu Yanfeng carried his bag, raised his other hand and took off his glasses, and looked at the words on the wall with gentle eyes: "Xutang Village, can't you read?"

He had asked this question countless times along the way, and he would ask this question no matter where he went. Zhu Yanfeng no longer wanted to pay attention to him.