The Delicate Darling with Her Rough Man-Chapter 62: Getting Better and Better

Gu Jiaojiao’s confidence came from her knowledge of how the world would develop in the future.

That was why she never felt lost.

All she needed to do now was live each day to the fullest.

But Leng Yuan was different. He was a man of this era. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

For him to have such insight in these circumstances meant he was exceptionally farsighted.

’No wonder this man becomes so successful. His thinking is already ahead of its time.’

The two of them began a discussion on this topic.

Every time Leng Yuan raised a point, Gu Jiaojiao would offer a corresponding opinion.

The more they talked, the deeper Leng Yuan’s gaze became, and the way he looked at Gu Jiaojiao grew more serious.

While they were cooking, the two not only discussed their views on the future but also talked about the problems of their current lives.

Every idea Gu Jiaojiao voiced felt fresh and new to Leng Yuan, and he discovered that she saw even further ahead than he did.

Her attitude toward the future was also incredibly positive.

They say beauty is a dime a dozen, but an interesting soul is one in a million.

This was the first time Leng Yuan had ever had such an invigorating conversation with someone.

She understood his thoughts and grasped his meaning—a kind of spiritual rapport that filled his eyes with an indescribable emotion as he looked at Gu Jiaojiao.

’Gu Jiaojiao... she’s really different from everyone else.’

At this time, all the sent-down youth were lost and confused.

Even those who were determined to return to the city were plagued by constant self-doubt.

Something flickered in his mind, and he quickly changed the subject.

The meal brought the two of them much closer.

Because they discovered their ideas aligned so perfectly, they found themselves talking more and more.

The autumn rain fell all night, but the sky cleared up the next day.

Once the weather cleared, everyone immediately tidied up the sunning ground and spread the grain that had been moved into the granary back out to dry.

Once the grain was dry, it would be sent to the commune to meet the quota. After that would come the day the grain was distributed.

Perhaps because they had something to look forward to, everyone was full of enthusiasm.

Neither Leng Yuan nor Gu Jiaojiao went to work.

So many people weren’t needed at this stage, so they didn’t bother going.

Gu Jiaojiao was thinking about making sugar.

So, Leng Yuan went to find the village chief to buy some corn stalks.

When Chen Beiguo heard what Leng Yuan wanted to buy, he was stunned.

"Every household gets a share of those. Why are you spending money on them? Are you out of firewood at home?"

Leng Yuan shook his head. "No, I have another use for them."

Seeing that Leng Yuan was insistent, the village chief didn’t press the matter.

Leng Yuan had always been very decisive, even from a young age. He had made the decision to separate from his family all on his own, let alone just buying something.

The village chief directly lent his family’s flatbed cart to Leng Yuan.

"Go load it up yourself!"

Leng Yuan didn’t stand on ceremony and began picking out the greener stalks.

When the village chief saw this, he couldn’t help but speak up.

"The green ones don’t burn well. You want the yellow ones. The yellow ones are all dried out and easy to light."

Leng Yuan knew Chen Beiguo meant well, but since he hadn’t succeeded in making sugar yet, he couldn’t say much.

"I have another use for them."

"Tsk, so mysterious."

Chen Beiguo was thirty-seven this year and was on good terms with Leng Yuan, whom he had always treated like a younger brother.

He had looked after Leng Yuan a lot since he was a child, and the two shared a strong bond.

So he didn’t mind Leng Yuan being secretive at all.

He even helped Leng Yuan cover his tracks.

"Take the small path on your way back. Don’t let anyone see you."

If anyone saw him spending money on a cartful of corn stalks, they’d think he was a fool!

Leng Yuan nodded in agreement.

He finished picking the corn stalks and left, pushing the cart.

But there were many people out today. Even though he took a small path, he still ran into a few of the village aunties, including Wu Cuizhi.

The moment Wu Cuizhi saw Leng Yuan pushing a flatbed cart full of corn stalks, she was immediately up in arms.

"Well, I never! It’s not time to distribute the corn stalks yet! What does he think he’s doing, hauling a huge cartful back for himself?"

"This won’t do. I have to go to the village chief and demand an explanation."

The sort of people who hung around with Wu Cuizhi were all nosy and loved to gossip.

Seeing Wu Cuizhi march off to find the village chief, they decided to tag along.

Corn stalks weren’t worth much, but they belonged to the collective.

No one was allowed to just take them for themselves.

In this day and age, people would squabble over a single matchstick.

It wasn’t that they wanted to be petty; it was mainly because they were just too poor.