CHAPTER 321: 321 DECEMBER

There are still a few hundred pounds of meat in the storage space, and plenty of ribs too. If I take some out, it won’t spoil.

This time, I should also take out some rice and white flour, that way it will be more convenient.

In the evening, I read with my daughter, and after coaxing the child to sleep, I took out the letter to read.

Wang Ailing’s letter didn’t contain much, just some updates about the family. She ended by telling me that Kong Mengjie is pregnant. She mentioned how happy Huang Hongwei is and complained about her own husband, saying he’s not as good as him.

Jiang Xinyu finished reading with a smile on her face, wondering what expression Chen Guoliang had at the time.

Wang Ailing’s fate has already undergone a tremendous change, and that’s just great.

Then she picked up Song Qingqing’s letter, which thanked her for the wedding gift and described the wedding situation. After finishing, Jiang Xinyu laughed.

They got married on the fifteenth of August. Zhou Zhaodong’s family’s financial situation wasn’t as good as Shen Jian Country’s, so they didn’t hold a banquet at a restaurant; they just set up a few tables at their new home.

Qian Jun and Yao Shimin each gave ten yuan again. Qian Jun also brought a monetary gift for Jiang Xinyu.

Their house is situated between the textile factory and the public security bureau, and all the houses are the same size.

The Song Family’s conditions were better than the Pan Family’s, and Song Qingqing was more favored in her home, so six people came over.

The Zhou Family welcomed them warmly, and Song’s mother secretly gave her daughter five hundred yuan, because after all, her daughter was too far away, and it was difficult to assist from afar in any emergency.

The dowry given by the Zhou Family was a bicycle and a sewing machine.

At that time, it was already considered a very high dowry.

What the Song Family prepared openly was a radio and a watch for Zhou Zhaodong, which was also a highly valued marital gift.

The Song Family stayed directly in a hotel and only left after Song Qingqing returned to their home.

The young couple had been together since their engagement. Their relationship was particularly good, after all, Song Qingqing was quite pretty, and men valued the appearance of women.

Both of the factory directors’ secretaries were married. Now the only singles left in the factory were the two directors.

She didn’t know what the two thought; Jiang Xinyu thought about Yao Shimin, feeling that he probably hadn’t considered the matter yet.

It was hard to figure out Qian Jun’s thoughts; why didn’t he want to settle down? She had never seen him show special attention to any female colleagues before, and Qian Jun only had a decent relationship with her and the secretaries of the Song’s, all of which seemed to lack any romantic feelings.

After putting down the letters, she replied to them.

On New Year’s Day, the entire afternoon was filled with celebratory activities organized by each class unit due to the large number of people, and the school did not organize any collective events.

A song Jiang Xinyu sang entitled "The Birch Grove" won enthusiastic applause from all her classmates.

"Xinyu, well done!"

"Really? I was so nervous just now. Thankfully, I didn’t make any mistakes."

After school, the security uncle stopped her and handed her a package slip.

Jiang Xinyu recognized the handwriting on it as Lv Beiguang’s.

What did he send her?

Looking at the time, there was no way to make it to the post office today; she’d have to go the next day at noon.

On the second day, she arrived at the post office and saw a very large package. After signing for it, she could smell the scent of seafood.

Jiang Xinyu smiled, thinking that guy must’ve been worried about her not eating well here, but his timing couldn’t have been better.

After delivering it home, she went back to school.

In the evening, after putting her daughter to sleep, she pushed her bicycle out. She brought back fifty pounds of pork, twenty pounds of ribs, fifty pounds of white flour, fifty pounds of rice, and fifty pounds of starch.

This way, the New Year’s supplies were mostly ready. She could make sausages on Saturday.

Shang Zhenkun heard the commotion and came out to help unload the cart.

"You shouldn’t bother with this stuff anymore."

"Hmm, this will last us for a few months. It’s fine, I’ll be careful."

On Saturday, the whole family busied themselves, filling two pig intestines with stuffing.

The two children were delighted when they had freshly boiled sausages.

Bai Hongying bought another set of innards today. Now the family had three sets, which was enough. The kitchen always had the aroma of delicious food wafting through it.

Quickly, the twelfth lunar month came in. Every day Bai Hongying would go out to buy things, and by the tenth day of the month, they had all the New Year goods ready.

Kong Mengjie was already four months pregnant. Since it’s her third pregnancy, she’s not really uncomfortable, but Huang Hongwei received a lot of congratulations. After all, given his age, it’s impressive for him to get his young wife pregnant, so it’s understandable for people to tease him.

Huang Hongwei always had a smile on his face, and he was genuinely happy about his wife’s pregnancy.

However, Zhao Zhongshuo was very unhappy and even deeply resentful.

But now, he didn’t even have the opportunity to speak to Kong Mengjie.

He had once gone to Kong Mengjie’s place to secretly watch his son; the child increasingly resembled the Kong Family, but he still firmly believed the child was his own son.

At night, Huang Hongwei held Kong Mengjie, resting his hand on her belly.

"Mengjie, I’ll go back to the village this week to give them this month’s money and tell them I can’t send money anymore since they’re all grown, and I still have three kids to raise."

"Is that okay?" Kong Mengjie also felt the pinch of the fifteen yuan every month but thought she was in the wrong, so she never said anything.

"It’s fine. That’s the way it has to be. I’ll definitely look out for you and our children."

Kong Mengjie was very satisfied with her husband’s words.

On Friday nights, Huang Hongwei would still go pick up Yu Jing; the two cousin sisters got along very well. They had to meet every week.

"Dad, can you take us to Grandma’s place first? Can you pick us up on Sunday?"

"You want to go to Grandma’s?"

"Yes, to see our little brother." There were more friends in the village, and their little uncle would take them up the mountain to play, which was much better than being at home.

"Okay, you two wake up early tomorrow, and I’ll take you there first thing."

The two little girls cheered excitedly. Kong Mengjie watched and laughed, wanting to visit home herself. She hadn’t seen her son for a while, but the weather was too cold now, and she was afraid of catching a cold.

Kong Demin lived the life he enjoyed every day, spending the first half of the night with Meng Xiu Fen and then moving to Zheng Xiuchun’s room for the second half.

One night, Meng Xiu Fen awoke suddenly, finding Kong Demin absent from her side. Had he returned to his room? She didn’t think much of it as she woke her son up to use the bathroom before snuggling back to sleep.

Suddenly she heard noises outside. Was there someone out there?

She also needed to use the bathroom, so she put on her coat to go out.

Outside was pitch black, and it was impossible to see anything. There were noises coming from Xiao Xiang’s room.

Upon hearing it, Meng Xiu Fen knew exactly what they were doing. She quietly crept under the window and heard the sounds of panting from a man and a woman inside.

Tears immediately welled up in Meng Xiu Fen’s eyes. Furious, she reached out to push the door open but reconsidered and returned to her room instead.