Quick Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder's Comeback in the Era Tales-Chapter 21: Tragic Woman

"Who’s that?" He tossed aside the clothes and came out to see He Hongyu, quite surprised, "He Zhqing, why are you at my house? You looking for me for something?"

"Um, there’s something I’d like to ask Brother Chen for help with." He Hongyu’s cheeks were flushed, very shy, "Brother Chen, won’t you let me in to talk?"

"Ah, this... please come in."

Chen Shengjun seemed quite nervous, like a young boy who’d never met a woman, rubbing his hands and asking, "He Zhqing, do you want water? I... I’ll get you a bowl of water."

"No need, Brother Chen, I’m not thirsty."

After entering the room, He Hongyu saw the place was relatively clean and silently breathed a sigh of relief, asking with a smile, "Brother Chen, are you doing laundry?"

"Ah, yes... yes." Chen Shengjun pulled down his rolled-up sleeves awkwardly, "My mom and my sister-in-law went to the square to collect grain, and there were just a few clothes left, so I washed them myself."

He Hongyu instantly looked heartbroken, "This is women’s work; how can I let a big man like you do it? Brother Chen, let me help you wash."

And so, He Hongyu successfully stayed with the Chen family and developed a relationship with Chen Shengjun.

"Host, Host, He Hongyu went to the Chen family and is eagerly washing clothes for Chen Shengjun, who also took a fancy to He Hongyu." 007 shouted excitedly.

When it was Feng Dasheng’s turn to collect grain, Yuan Chun was helping to carry and was suddenly startled by 007’s loud voice, causing her hand to slip, and the rice bag fell to the ground. Yuan Chun angrily used her consciousness to scold it, "Didn’t you see I’m working? Can’t you lower your voice? Fortunately, the rice bag is tied tight, otherwise, I’d flatten you."

"Host, I’m just excited." 007 shrank back, "This unworthy man and shameless woman have finally gotten together, doesn’t the Host want to do something?"

"Do what?"

Yuan Chun was taken aback for a moment then asked, "007, can your mall offer credit?"

007: "..."

It cautiously asked, "Host, what do you want to buy?"

"Of course, something nice for the unworthy man and shameless woman to enjoy life. You just say whether you’ll offer credit or not."

The intimidating voice frightened 007 into agreeing to a loan, reluctantly providing a bottle of medicinal powder, "Host, once the task is complete, remember to repay me five points first."

Boohoo, I didn’t earn a single point and additionally lost five points.

What kind of demon host did it bind itself to?

Yuan Chun impatiently responded, "Got it, your host isn’t a debt-owing scoundrel."

The Feng family, with ten strong laborers and five junior laborers, exchanged their work points for a thousand catties of coarse grain, three hundred catties of fine grain, five hundred catties of sweet potatoes, three hundred catties of cabbage, plus thirty-five yuan.

The Feng family borrowed the brigade’s cart, making six or seven trips back and forth to carry it all.

Despite the large amount of grain distributed, it seemed a lot, but the Feng family was large too; averaging fifteen people a day, each person only got three liang of food, just enough for porridge at each meal, leaving them half-full.

Those with larger appetites didn’t even get half-full.

After placing the grain into the cellar, Grandma Feng smiled delightedly, "Thankfully, the sweet potatoes in our private field grew well this year. Later, we applied more fertilizer, so we’ll have more grain. Otherwise, relying on the brigade’s distribution alone, we’d be out of food by summer next year."

Feng Dasheng said, "Mom, let’s dig up the sweet potatoes early; leaving them in the field, I’m always worried."

Some people in the village, with sticky fingers, liked to dig up others’ sweet potatoes in the middle of the night; our family had been robbed twice.

Once, they dug up one ridge of sweet potatoes.

Another time, they dug up half a ridge of potatoes.

"Then tomorrow morning, we’ll dig them up; everyone get up early, Chunli and Yuan Zhen stay home to make breakfast. Dasheng, you go ask Lao Qi for leave, so our family won’t work tomorrow."

"Alright, Mom, I’ll go talk to Lao Qi now."

Feng Dasheng walked away happily.

Just as he stepped outside, he saw many people running towards the back of the village.