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

Chapter 89 Underestimating Shamefulness

"Auntie is not an outsider, so let me tell the truth! I already have the target, so I won't bother Auntie." Shen Zhihuan smiled softly.

"Have you found a partner?" Mrs. Qian was dumbfounded.

Her great unity…

"Where does your partner come from? What does your family do? How many brothers do you have at home? Zhihuan, you are still young, you can't let others deceive you." Mrs. Qian said quickly.

"My partner's father is a cadre." Shen Zhihuan said with a sweet smile.

“…”

Mrs. Qian was choked and stunned.

cadre…

When she thought of her daughter's condition, Mrs. Qian became even more upset.

A sick man and a pot of medicine can find a cadre son, but she, a healthy girl with a round waist and a big butt, has to be the daughter-in-law of the mud-legged old lady He.

Just thinking about it makes me feel depressed.

If He Chunsheng hadn't still had some use, she would have poured a bowl of medicine down on her.

He still allowed that evil seed to be safe and sound in his stomach.

Mrs. Qian turned around and glared at Qian Zhizhi fiercely.

Something that doesn’t live up to expectations.

Qian Zhizhi lowered his head in disbelief.

How could Qian Zhizhi not know what her mother was thinking? She also went to the educated youth center. Did she go to the village chief's and secretary's house too often?

If people are not happy, what can she do? !

You can't go to Overlord and force yourself to bow!

The key is, she has to be tougher than others.

"Little sister, you're back." Shen Zhimei ran back with three kilograms of fat meat and a few tube bones in her hands. When she saw Shen Zhihuan at home, she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"Sister, aren't you here?" Shen Zhihuan scanned the room.

"Da Ya and Er Ya are playing with their brother at home!" Shen Zhimei's eyes flashed slightly.

Shen Zhihuan smiled and nodded without breaking the point.

Li Qiuhua stood up, took the meat and tube bones, and went to the kitchen with the potatoes.

"Zhihuan, you go to the field and pull out two radishes, pick a handful of green peppers, and cut some leeks back." Li Qiuhua said this without looking back.

"Let me rest, little sister! I'll get it." Shen Zhimei returned the remaining few cents to Li Qiuhua, quickly removed the dustpan and sickle hanging outside the kitchen, and trotted out the door.

Shen Zhihuan looked at Shen Zhimei's fleeing back and suddenly became speechless.

If you can avoid the first grade of junior high school, can you avoid the fifteenth grade?

"Sister Zhihuan, I heard from my second sister-in-law that you are writing articles for some magazine in Beijing?" Qian Zhizhi's eyes moved.

"I just have nothing to do. I write manuscripts to earn some food." Shen Zhihuan withdrew his gaze, turned to look at Qian Zhizhi, and raised the corners of his lips politely.

Not allowing Qian Zhizhi to say anything else, Shen Zhihuan strode to the kitchen.

Mrs. Qian winked at Qian Zhizhi and motioned for her to follow.

Qian Zhizhi frowned and shook his head in embarrassment.

Mrs. Qian glared at Qian Zhizhi angrily, then turned and walked towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Li Qiuhua moved his mouth. Before he could open his mouth, he saw a figure coming towards him from the corner of his eye, and he immediately closed his mouth.

Qian Zhizhi asked about the club, and she heard it too. She was afraid that if the little girl didn't keep a close eye on it, all the secrets would leak out.

"Zhihuan, is Shen Zhihuan here?"

At this time, a familiar voice came from the door of the courtyard.

"Here!" Shen Zhihuan responded, stood up and walked out.

Li Qiuhua put down the kitchen knife in his hand and followed him out.

When Mrs. Qian saw this, she quickly chased after him, fearing that she would miss something.

"Zhihuan, your remittance slip, letter and magazine, please sign here." The postman smiled and handed the remittance slip, letter and magazine to Shen Zhihuan.

She took the money order and the letter and left the magazine with the postman as usual.

"Thank you! Thank you!" The postman thanked him happily.

"It's just a magazine, what's there to thank you for?" Shen Zhihuan took the pen and signed his name skillfully.

"Sister-in-law, you're cooking!" the postman said with a smile when he saw Li Qiuhua coming out with an apron around his waist.

"It's almost time for dinner, let's just have a bite here!" Li Qiuhua said with a smile. "Thank you! Thank you! I still have to go to Su Changjiang's house to deliver the remittance order." The postman smiled and waved his hand.

Putting the pen and signed notebook into the canvas bag, the postman took out a package of twists from the bag and forced it on Shen Zhihuan.

"My daughter fried it in the morning and it was so crispy."

"Then please thank me for my sister." Shen Zhihuan took it with a smile.

"No thanks! No thanks! If you like it, I'll bring you some more next time you come here." The postman kicked the 28-bar tripod away.

"No need! This much is enough for us to eat for a long time." Shen Zhihuan said quickly.

These days, vegetable oil and flour are both in short supply.

Just once and forget it.

How can we let people spend any more money?

The postman didn't say anything, he smiled and waved to Shen Zhihuan, kicked off his long legs, and the two-eight big stick shot out instantly.

"Sister Zhihuan, is this the letter and remittance slip that the magazine in Beijing sent you?" Qian Zhizhi approached it with gleaming eyes.

After looking at it for a long time, I couldn't see the address on the envelope clearly.

Frustrated, Qian Zhizhi had no choice but to bite the bullet and approach Shen Zhihuan again.

"Yes!" Shen Zhihuan nodded lightly and stuffed the envelope and remittance slip into his pocket.

Mrs. Qian's eyes almost followed the envelope and the remittance slip and fell into Shen Zhihuan's pocket.

Seeing that Shen Zhihuan had no intention of opening the letter in front of them, Mrs. Qian rolled her eyes.

"Zhihuan, can you show the remittance slip to my aunt? My aunt has never seen a remittance slip in her entire life."

"Auntie, you don't know a few Chinese characters, can you understand it?" Shen Zhihuan smiled.

She really underestimated how thick-skinned this guy was.

"Good boy, just let Auntie take a look!" Mrs. Qian said with a smile on her face.

"Show it to your aunt!" Li Qiuhua twitched the corner of his mouth.

Shen Zhihuan smiled without saying a word, took out the remittance slip from his pocket and waved it in front of Mrs. Qian.

Qian Zhizhi tilted her head and looked over.

One hundred and twenty-eight dollars.

Qian Zhizhi's eyes widened in shock.

Mrs. Qian still wanted to reach out, but Shen Zhihuan retracted her hand and stuffed the remittance slip into her pocket.

"Zhihuan, how much is on your remittance slip?" Mrs. Qian swallowed greedily.

"A little ration money." Shen Zhihuan curled his lips and smiled.

"Look at you kid, if all you get for a hundred or so yuan a month are food rations, your aunt will starve to death long ago." Mrs. Qian smiled and moved forward.

Ten yuan a month is gone, so we can't sell it short no matter what.

This is a matter of life for her daughter.

Qian Zhizhi glanced at Mrs. Qian and immediately understood. Mrs. Qian cleared her throat and said with a smile: "Zhihuan, can you tell me about that magazine..."

"Okay!" Shen Zhihuan smiled brightly.

Mrs. Qian was stunned.

Qian Zhizhi, who was standing next to Shen Zhihuan, was also obviously stunned for a moment.

Some wonder if I heard it wrong.

After all, who would tell others how they make money.

"You said it's okay?" Mrs. Qian couldn't believe it and asked in a low voice.

"Of course, I'll give it to you now." Shen Zhihuan nodded with a smile, took out the letter from his pocket, poured out the food stamps and meat stamps inside, and patted the empty envelope directly into Mrs. Qian's hand.

Qian Zhizhi couldn't hide the smile on her face.

"Mom..." Qian Zhizhi grabbed Old Mrs. Qian excitedly, as if that one hundred yuan a month was already a sure thing.

Mrs. Qian gave Qian Zhizhi a warning look.

I really have nothing to hide in my heart.

As soon as I got the item, I was so happy that I didn’t even know what my name was.

(End of chapter)