Rebirth in Famine: She Thrives by Lucky Space-Chapter 954: Gift Delivery

"Then there’s no need for you; I’ll use a tractor to deliver it. But it’s hard to get up the mountain," Wei Kaiyun said with some concern, feeling that carrying such a huge wild boar uphill would be quite laborious.

"Brother Wei, let’s forget it."

"There’s a solution. Xiao Wei, let’s deliver it to them on the twenty-ninth. We are like one family here," Wei Kaiyun knew when Han Xiangjun spoke, there was always a reason.

"No problem, the two of us can go deliver it tomorrow," Wei Kaiyun said deliberately.

"It’s okay, I can’t drive a tractor, but I can call for help. Once at the mountain foot, I’ll find someone to help."

"Brother Han, we really can’t accept this; I could face disciplinary action," Yang Zhongyi said awkwardly. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Han Xiangjun didn’t even acknowledge him because he had his own methods for handling it.

At noon, Jiang Xinyu enjoyed the sticky bean buns delivered by Qu Xiaoli and decided to steam some at home in the afternoon.

Currently, she was preparing food at home. The oil in the pot hadn’t been scooped out yet, but she planned to stoke the fire in the evening to fry oil cakes, while in the afternoon, she made bean filling with two kinds of ingredients: classic peanut sugar filling and bean filling.

Jing Chu absolutely trusted Jiang Xinyu, no matter the matter.

So upon hearing about making bean filling, she immediately sat down to stoke the fire.

Du Fengying took over the task. Jiang Xinyu asked Jing Chu to steam sweet potatoes and squash so that the dough wouldn’t harden when cooled.

Yang Zhongyi watched Guodong from the side, trying to gather intel bit by bit.

Wei Kaiyun watched him with a half-smile, thinking that he seemed unable to refuse.

But truly, Wei Kaiyun wouldn’t intervene. Yang Zhongyi seemed to be a good person, someone with responsibility.

Besides, Feifei was the one he would personally oversee in the future; he didn’t have opinions about Shi Jing’s partner.

Han Xiangjun and Shang Zhenkun were playing chess, while Old Yang watched from the side.

Yang Zhongyi figured out almost everything he wanted to know.

This is preparing a wife for him, perfectly suited to him, just a bit younger, but it doesn’t matter; in two years he could marry, and he’d frequent here during that time.

And in this remote village, there was no worry someone could take her away. Once they’re of age, he’d start a family here.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhongyi grew closer to Guodong, treating him like a brother.

Wei Kaiyun couldn’t bear looking at Guodong’s foolish demeanor, wondering if this naive boy would regret it in the future?

Unable to watch, he summoned Yang Zhongyi to play chess, signaling to relent a bit and stop bullying the honest kid.

Yang Zhongyi laughed heartily, "Brother Wei, trust me."

"Old Han is right. If your family disagrees, consider this matter nonexistent."

"Alright, I understand. I’ll have Brother Han bring the message back to my father."

"Without accurate news, I won’t say a word."

"It’s good that you know. Your sister-in-law likes her a lot; don’t be shut out of my house when the time comes."

"I understand, I’ll ensure I have definitive answers."

I’m not a frivolous person. If the family disagrees, I’ll find a way to get them to agree, and won’t recklessly speak or act irresponsibly.

Old Yang cast a sympathetic glance at Guodong, this foolish boy. He thought it best not to have a daughter; he liked Feifei from Xiao Wei’s family just fine. If a grown man pondered over his daughter, he’d certainly go mad!

In the evening, the porridge had eight treasures again, but there were also fried cakes with sesame seeds on top, which made them taste more fragrant.

Yang Zhongyi ate a lot again, thinking about how even the old folks didn’t live like this.

This Wei couple was truly exceptional.

He watched Jing Chu but didn’t actively approach her; he was waiting for the right opportunity. Actually, he could call home, but as Han Xiangjun said, the old man’s health was not good; it was best to adhere to protocol. He’d just visited twice, too fast might make the young girl resent him.

That night, he bunked with Guodong and Zhao Xiaoqiang, obtaining lots of information about the Wei couple and the little girl.

Wei Kaiyun later cuddled Jiang Xinyu, "Wife, Yang Zhongyi is interested in Jing Chu."

Jiang Xinyu, still catching her breath, opened her eyes upon hearing this news, "Jing Chu is still young."

"She’ll be sixteen after New Year, not that young."

Jiang Xinyu paused. Indeed, they were already sixteen.

"I can’t decide on this; besides, we don’t know Yang Zhongyi that well."

"He wouldn’t dare cross boundaries. Without his family’s consent, he wouldn’t act rashly."

"That’s best, avoiding awkwardness."

Today, Jing Chu said she had no intention of settling down. But with how she looks, even if she herself hasn’t thought about it, others won’t stop being interested.

Lv Beiguang still didn’t know his daughter was being thought of so young; he’d be quite frustrated.

Jiang Xinyu glanced at Wei Kaiyun, considering he wanted more intimacy but rejected him, "No way, I’m in a risky period; I don’t want more children, three are enough."

Wei Kaiyun was left with no options, although he hadn’t had his fill yet, he didn’t want his wife suffering more.

Yang Zhongyi left after breakfast the next day. Jiang Xinyu packed over ten strings of vermicelli sausage for him to occasionally snack on and satisfy cravings.

After lunch, Wei Kaiyun, Old Han, Old Yang, and Guodong drove the tractor to deliver the wild boar to Yang Zhongyi.

The snow there was seldom trodden, so driving wasn’t hard. Upon reaching the mountain foot, Han Xiangjun and Old Yang went up to find help, as the four of them couldn’t carry the boar up the mountain.

Yang Zhongyi was in a meeting when someone reported that folks from rural areas had arrived.

Yang Zhongyi knew it was Han Xiangjun’s group delivering the wild boar.

So he wrapped up the meeting and had everyone go outside to see.

Thanks to Han Xiangjun’s eloquence, Yang Zhongyi accepted the wild boar, dispatching ten people to come and carry it.

Finally, New Year’s Eve arrived; every household in Li Family Village was filled with the rich aroma of meat.

For the villagers of Li Family Village, it was a bountiful year—cash in hand, meat, grain—they naturally wanted to enhance the household.

The Wei family’s luncheon on New Year’s Eve featured seafood, a hot pot, with a large overflowing basin.

"Didn’t expect Sister-in-law has such skill," Han Xiangjun said while marveling.

The time was spent in eating and drinking; by the eighth of the twelfth lunar month, people had begun to return, marking the approaching departure of Han Xiangjun.

The father and son were inseparable now, reluctant to part, though aware it was unrealistic. Jianbin lived here now, not returning to fight guerrillas with Dad.

Han Xiangjun, understanding life here, didn’t want his son enduring hardships with him; so the father-son duo was cherishing their time together.

On the fifteenth of the new lunar month, Yang Zhongyi arrived in the morning, aiming to have at least one meal here.