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

Chapter 51 The postman comes to your door

The grievance on Xu Jiaojiao's face solidified instantly.

The people watching were watching the excitement, and no one was willing to leave.

Even the people who had received the food before heard that there was a good show here, locked the food in the cabinet, and hurried over again in a hurry.

It’s no wonder that everyone likes to join in the fun. It’s because there is so little entertainment these days. It’s hard to miss a live show like this.

"How about it? Borrow it? With so many people watching, I can't rely on you. If I say I'll pay you back next spring, I'll pay you back next spring. We've been friends for more than ten years. Don't you still believe me?" Shen Zhihuan's lips curled up. The arc gradually increases.

Look at her jokes, but there's a price to pay.

Xu Jiaojiao lowered her head and remained silent.

Cao Erxiang always likes to say outside that all the money earned by Xu Jiaojiao in her family is in Xu Jiaojiao's hands and the family does not get a cent. When Xu Jiaojiao gets married in the future, the money will be Xu Jiaojiao's dowry.

"Are you going to be silent now? Are you worried that you are just trying to satisfy your cravings?" Shen Zhihuan smiled coldly.

The atmosphere in Shai Guchang was inexplicably tense.

Everyone's eyes were wandering back and forth on a few people.

Looking at it, Xu Jiaojiao wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.

If she knew that Shen Zhihuan was so shameless, there would be nothing she could do to get close to her.

At this time, someone outside the grain drying field was heard shouting, "Is Shen Zhihuan from the 10th Production Team of Panshi Village here?"

"Here!" Shen Zhihuan said quickly.

Unable to suppress their curiosity, everyone turned around and followed the sound.

A postman, about forty years old, wearing green work clothes, stood next to the 28th big bar, looking towards this side.

Everyone's eyes showed some interest.

Shen Zhihuan walked through the crowd of onlookers and walked towards the postman. When Li Qiuhua saw this, he was afraid that his daughter would suffer a loss, so he asked Xiao Weidong to look at the food and followed Shen Zhihuan out.

"I am Shen Zhihuan."

"I went to your house. Your courtyard door was locked. I asked the fellow villagers passing by and found out you were here." The postman said as he took out two magazines from the canvas pocket in the back seat of the Erba Dabang car. and a bulging letter.

"Thank you!" Shen Zhihuan smiled and took the letter and magazine.

"It's not hard work! It's not hard work! You don't even know that the postman from Sichuan City said that we must take good care of your letters and belongings, saying that you are not only the pride of our Shuangsha Town, but also the pride of our entire Sichuan City! "The postman waved his hand.

"You are exaggerating." Shen Zhihuan pursed her lips and chuckled.

She was just catching a glimpse of the dawn.

Why is pride involved? !

Even a few years ago, even if I had to lend her some courage, she wouldn't dare...

"It's no exaggeration at all. You are the first writer in our Sichuan city to appear in a magazine in the capital. You are the golden phoenix flying out of our mountain." The postman said slightly excitedly.

"Comrade, are you saying that the article written by my daughter was printed in this magazine?" Li Qiuhua looked at the postman in disbelief and said.

"Yes, sister-in-law, you have given birth to an amazing daughter! From now on, just wait and enjoy your happiness!" the postman said with a smile.

Write an article?

And it was printed in a magazine?

Everyone onlookers were shocked!

The vast majority of people in the village have lived most of their lives without even knowing what a magazine looks like.

I always feel like magazines are something out of reach.

"Comrade, are you saying that the article written by girl Zhihuan was printed in this magazine?" Wang Tiezhu was afraid that he had misunderstood, so he leaned over and pointed at the magazine in Shen Zhihuan's hand and asked the postman.

"Yes! It's as you understand." The postman nodded.

"Comrade Shen Zhihuan, can I make a presumptuous request?" The postman turned to look at Shen Zhihuan and said a little embarrassedly.

"No money to borrow, no food to borrow." Shen Zhihuan blinked at the postman.

"No! No!" The postman waved his hand.

"Can I exchange my food stamps for a copy of your magazine? My daughter likes your articles, but this magazine and newspaper have long been sold out in the capital..." the postman said with difficulty. Without thinking, Shen Zhihuan took out a magazine and handed it to the postman.

The postman took the magazine and quickly took out the food stamps.

"There's no need for food stamps. It's an honor for me that your daughter likes the article I wrote. How can I still ask for your food stamps?" Shen Zhihuan smiled lightly.

Wang Tiezhu looked at the magazine in the postman's hand, filled with hatred in his heart!

He's such a pig brain.

I didn't know that I would have asked Zhihuan for it earlier, and it would be over now.

Postman: "How embarrassing!"

"What's so embarrassing about this? In the eyes of people who like it, it's just a beautiful article. In the eyes of people who don't like it, it's not as durable as firewood!" Shen Zhihuan waved his hand casually.

The postman left with a lot of thanks. Shen Zhihuan calmly handed the letter and magazine to Xiao Weidong, preparing to help Li Qiuhua carry the food home.

In the corner, someone kicked Li Jiabao.

Li Jiabao, who understood instantly, rushed directly in front of Li Qiuhua, mother and son, "Aunt Li, let me help you carry it."

Without waiting for Li Qiuhua to nod, he quickly threw the two bags of grain onto his shoulders.

Seeing Li Jiabao walking towards the west end of the village with flying strides, the mother and son followed helplessly.

"Girl Zhihuan, can you... lend Uncle Tiezhu the magazine to read?" Wang Tiezhu, who was afraid of being cut off again, shamelessly chased after her.

Shen Zhihuan took the magazine from Xiao Weidong's hand and handed it to Wang Tiezhu, "If Uncle Tiezhu doesn't mind, just take it! There's no use if I keep it."

Feelings, ideals, ambitions, etc...

She really didn't.

Writing articles is just an attempt to earn some solidarity that can be put on the table.

Wang Tiezhu felt happy, but he declined: "How can this be done? This is you..."

"There's nothing wrong with it. My brother is still young and my mother is illiterate. It will just gather dust at home. I might as well give it to Uncle Tiezhu."

"Uncle Tiezhu, if nothing happens, we will go back first." Shen Zhihuan smiled and pointed at Li Jiabao, who had already walked far away.

"Okay, okay! Come back quickly!" Wang Tiezhu nodded quickly.

When Shen Zhihuan's family left, Shai Guchang exploded.

"Did you see that the envelope is bulging and must contain a lot of unity?"

"It goes without saying that you didn't listen to the postman who said that the three girls of the Shen family are the pride of our Sichuan city."

"Those three girls from the Shen family are really promising! Wang Chunmei and his wife will probably regret it to death now."

"What's the use of regretting it? Can you take back the water you spilled if you say it?"

"I can finally see that the third girl of the Shen family will have great potential in the future."

…

Listening to everyone's chattering, Xu Youcai's teeth were almost broken.

Why do Wang Chunmei and his wife have to regret it to death?

Is his daughter Xu Youcai bad?

What’s so great about being able to write an article?

His daughter also graduated from junior high school, so he was too lazy to write. If his daughter did write, she would not be able to get away from the sick man.

(End of chapter)