Time Space: The Rough Man’s Sick Beauty Turned Wild

Chapter 41 Getting into trouble

However, in just half a day, the news that Boss Zhu from 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 Boss Zhu got the wrong target, it's always better to hide.

The enemy is in darkness and we are in the clear. If Boss Zhu plays some dirty tricks, with her body that can run away when the wind blows, wouldn't it 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 hard.

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 five times 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 them respectively. into three envelopes.

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 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 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 minute, what? Do you want to go to the market?" Wang Chungen lowered his head and tied the basket, not daring to raise his head to look at Shen Zhihuan 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?"

While talking, Shen Zhihuan favorably stuffed the oil-skin paper bag containing the 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 was able to return 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 Chun Gen, these letters will trouble you."

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

"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 Chun Gen, you are busy, so I will reply first. I will leave it to you to send the letter."

Watching Shen Zhihuan walk away, until the brisk figure disappeared into the Shen family's courtyard wall, Wang Chungen turned around and got on the bullock cart, flicking his whip...

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Zhujia, Xilin Village

Boss Zhu 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, bring 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..."

What's going on here is not buying and selling.

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 from the old Yang family looks good to my mother. She has a round waist and a big butt. She seems to be a good childbearer."

"Our two families are close to each other and we know each other's personalities. In the future, 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!"

(End of chapter)