She discovered that her good friend Wen Juan was acting strange through her mories, and she’s forcing herself to go to work now to quickly uncover the truth.
Looking at the situation now, her upset stomach is definitely related to Wen Juan!
But why?
As the daughter of the brigade leader, she has food to eat and drink, and in the past life even married an educated youth. Though she didn’t know how Wen Juan’s life went after the educated youth returned to the city, she felt there wasn’t anything about herself worth plotting against from Wen Juan’s perspective.
Zhao Weihong was already near 50 in her previous life, and after thinking it over, she quickly ca up with a bold idea.
Wen Juan, could she also be reborn!
Just like herself, dissatisfied with her past life, but having seen Shi Suifeng...
The more she thought about it, the more plausible it seed. Perhaps Wen Juan already used her past tricks to approach Shi Suifeng last night; otherwise, why would she have diarrhea for no reason?
But why didn’t she hear any news today?
Shi Suifeng has the conditions, and he’s an exceptionally good match. Plus, there aren’t many secrets in the village; if he returned to the village, it wouldn’t be so quiet.
...
And at this mont, Shi Suifeng had just returned ho after tidying up the traces in the mountain.
Everyone at ho is at work; his eight or nine-year-old niece is feeding the chickens, and his nephew is preparing to go out and forage for pig grass. Seeing him return in military attire, the two little ones froze for a mont, then imdiately scread and ran over.
"Uncle."
"Uncle!"
Shi Suifeng instinctively smiled, reaching into his bag to feel for the milk candy, only to rember there was only half left...
A bit less.
But it’s okay, he’ll go into the mountains tonight to see if he can find sothing to snack on—share half with Chu River, that girl is too pitiful.
Look at his big niece, she looks healthier than Chu River.
Shi Suifeng’s family is diligent, and the year’s harvest is good; they certainly have enough food, but in terms of at, there’s not much. They still need to save money!
His nephew was overjoyed at the milk candy and rushed out to call for his grandmother and parents.
After all, good things need to be distributed by grandma; otherwise, the kids wouldn’t get much.
...
Zhao Weihong kept her ears open while working in the field, listening for any movent around her until the sun ca out and she heard soone shout beside her, "Grandma, my uncle is back."
She breathed a sigh of relief!
Now that he’s back, it proves Wen Juan’s plan yesterday fell through.
Ha, this woman, let’s see who can outwit whom!
In this life, she’s determined to wholeheartedly spend her days with Shi Suifeng, no more fantasizing! Cultivating her three kids to be successful is also essential.
She would certainly beco a praised stepmother... Reflecting on her past life’s experiences, Zhao Weihong suddenly felt full of confidence.
...
anwhile, Wen Juan, idly munching on lon seeds, widened her eyes—what’s happening?
Wasn’t Shi Suifeng supposed to return at midnight? Why is the family just finding out now? Could there be hidden plot points in the novel?
This dilapidated village doesn’t even have hotels or inns, and now there’s nowhere to stay... Could it be the plot couldn’t be broken and he still saw Zhao Weihong last night?
Wen Juan’s heart tightened, thinking: I can’t delay any longer! I must hold onto this big shot’s leg and live a good life!
...
The villagers were all talking about it, but the Old Chu Family remained quiet.
They felt weak and starved.
That’s what it feels like to work without having eaten enough.
But even scarier is that the family pest still remains there, and this life seems endless day by day!
Old third Man Diao was even more worried, secretly whispering to his wife:
"There’s still a piece of cured at at ho, if the eldest can’t find at, we can use the cured at to get by. The second son is sweet-talked; perhaps he can coax a mug of malted milk from his mother."
Mrs. Chu Liao takes good care of herself, the old couple has a spoonful each day, the sons know clearly in their hearts, they aren’t without perks, nor without hidden savings.
Now, old third sighed, "When it’s our turn, there’s no at; who would feel sorry for us getting beaten?"
His wife also lanted, "Isn’t it so?"
"So how do we make that pest leave the house?"
Old third sighed, staring at the unmovable soil like a despairing old farr.
His wife pondered, "Maybe we should find her a husband?"
Old third Man Diao’s eyes widened, "Are you daft or is she daft? Getting us beaten this badly, won’t she be at ease until after a few years without eating us? How could she easily marry?"
His wife, however, had another idea:
"You’re daft! Our mother hoards money fiercely, they enjoy while the sons barely get any favors—even if the family is emptied out, what good food would be there?"
"Let’s think of a way, find a prosperous family, as long as the family has lots of food, the pest wouldn’t need to stay ho eating chaff and drinking gruel!"
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