I became the Counterpart of the Winner in a Period Novel-Chapter 282 - 275: The Hand of the Matchmaker, His Letter

That day, Wang Yazi finally couldn’t sit still. She tidied herself up, wore brand new Liberation shoes, clothes and pants without patches, tied her hair into two braids with red hair ribbons hanging in front of her chest, and looked in the mirror. It was blurry; the room was too dark and had no windows. So, Wang Yazi took the mirror outside to check.

She looked left and right, very satisfied.

Wang Daya, who had come back from collecting firewood, glanced at her aunt’s red hair ribbons, a flash of resentment in her eyes, then lowered her gaze.

Clearly, her aunt was also a young woman, yet grandma adored her aunt the most. Why? Why didn’t she care for her? She was grandma’s eldest granddaughter, after all.

This puzzled her from the time she was old enough to remember, constantly troubling her.

Grandma called her a money-losing product, always speaking with disdain.

But she always spoke affectionately to her aunt, treating her like a treasure.

If... if her aunt were a boy, then receiving preferential treatment would be understandable, she could accept it. But why could her aunt, just like her, enjoy good food and wear good clothes, while she, the granddaughter, was treated poorly at every turn?

Wang Daya was furious, so she seized the opportunity when Wang Yazi wasn’t paying attention, and stealthily snuck into her aunt’s room.

Her aunt’s room was for her alone, unlike hers, where she had to share it with her brother Wang Erbao, and the two brothers Wang Heshan and Wang Hehai from her second aunt’s family. In total, four people, and the three younger brothers slept unruly, often leaving her without a blanket. Complaining to her mother, Li Cui was indifferent, telling her to yield to her brothers; telling her father made him say that precisely because they didn’t know how to take care of themselves, she, as the elder sister, should help. Don’t be ignorant.

Wang Daya had no choice but to go find her grandma, who dealt her a fatal blow.

She still remembers grandma’s mockery: "Letting you, a money-losing product, sleep on the bed is for those boys’ sake. If you don’t want to, then sleep on the floor. Anyway, the Wang Family doesn’t care if there’s one more or one less of you."

After that night, Wang Daya just gathered some straw and made a bed on the floor. Fortunately, it’s hot now, and just spreading clothes is enough to sleep on.

In fact, before making the bed on the floor, she went to see her aunt, but her aunt directly pushed her out of the bedroom door, saying that she had food and clothes yet still caused trouble. Don’t be ungrateful.

Wang Daya remembered that her aunt also looked down on her, even though she too was a girl.

Wang Daya, sneaking into her aunt’s room, first went to the vanity. Her aunt not only had a big room to herself but also a vanity with a large mirror on it. Clearly, there was already one here, and her aunt held one in the courtyard just now, but she didn’t even have a small palm-sized one.

Wang Daya greedily touched the mirror big enough to reflect her upper body, thinking how nice it would be if it were hers.

The vanity also had a drawer, which Wang Daya opened slightly—inside lay a bottle of Snow Cream. She had seen her aunt using it, very fragrant. Though her aunt was ugly, her skin had gotten better recently, probably because of it.

Did she want it? Very much.

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When Wang Daya came out, Wang Yazi was ready too. She put the mirror back in her room and went out with a small basket.

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In recent times, there had been new developments at the brick factory. Before Yan Jinzhi left, they upgraded the cooling system of the brick kiln. After the modifications, each kiln cycle was greatly reduced—from baking four kilns a month to now being able to add another kiln.

With bricks, the school was built quickly, and a floor of the teaching building had already been erected.

Due to the increased workload at the brick kiln, four more people were recruited, two villagers and two educated youth.

The village committee wasn’t exclusionary. As long as the educated youth could endure hardship, they were willing to accept them.

Maybe because of the good treatment at the brick factory, there was always regret among the educated youth. Now, given the chance, there was half of them signing up, and the two left were those with good physical fitness.

After showing people around and arranging work positions, letting the old help the new, Jiang Jianjun seized the opportunity to leave, craving the piece of meat at home, longing for it immensely.

To get back quicker, he habitually took a shortcut, unexpectedly having someone block his path.

Seeing who it was, Jiang Jianjun’s impatience was clearly written all over his face.

"Move aside?"

Wang Yazi was thick-skinned, seemingly blind to Jiang Jianjun’s dislike, "Jianjun, when will you come to my house to propose?"

Jiang Jianjun’s face turned grim, unable to bear it any longer, "Wang Yazi, how many times have I told you, don’t call me by my name, and I’m not your brother. Please call me Mr. Jiang, and besides, my mom has said it before, even if I remain single forever, it’s impossible for me to marry you, just give it up."