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As soon as the flood discharge occurred, Wei Dai knew he would have no time to rest. This time the damage caused by the typhoon was greater than he had imagined.
Xie Yang nodded: “I think we need to be prepared. Your company should be the main force.”
Wei Dai didn’t talk much. After he went back to the room to pack his luggage, he heard the call to gather. He didn’t even have time to eat.
When Wen Jiajia woke up, she didn’t see Wei Dai and didn’t care. It wasn’t until she saw the note on the table that she realized Wei Dai had gone on a mission.
“Is Jiajia home?” Sister Bao called from outside the house in the rain.
Wen Jiajia replied, “Here I am!”
Sister Bao pushed the door open and walked in. She had been with Wen Jiajia for a long time, so she knew Wen Jiajia’s temperament and would always knock on the door before entering her house.
“Don’t worry, they are actually going to the village to check if anyone’s house has collapsed and to help evacuate the villagers. There is no danger. We have many typhoons of varying sizes here, and we have to make one or two trips every year.”
Sister Bao was very considerate. When she saw that Jia Jia looked worried and that she seemed to have just gotten up, she knew what she was worried about and took the initiative to explain.
Wen Jiajia was slightly relieved.
She asked Sister Bao, “Sister, what can I do for you?”
Sister Bao asked directly, “Does your factory have any plans to recruit people this year?”
Wen Jiajia didn’t expect Sister Bao to be asking about this. But when she thought about Sister Bao’s eldest son graduating from high school next year, she realized that this was a plan to avoid going to the countryside.
“I don’t know whether they will recruit or not,” Wen Jiajia shook her head and said. “The pharmaceutical factory is too big, and we have to wait for the higher-ups to decide. But they have recruited every year in the past, and they will definitely recruit next year.”
Sister Bao sighed, pulled Wen Jiajia aside, and whispered, “During this time, please help me find out if anyone in your factory wants to sell their job. If there is, please help me reserve it first.”
Wen Jiajia took out the tea that had been roasted in May this year from the cupboard, rinsed it with hot water from the stove, poured a cup, and placed it next to Sister Bao: “Is it so early?”
Sister Bao took a sip of tea and said, “Of course, it will be too late to wait until next year. Even street sweepers will be in high demand next year.”
After she finished speaking, she took another sip and said in surprise, “What kind of tea is this? It’s really delicious. Why does it taste so sweet?”
Wen Jiajia smiled and said, “It’s the wild tea picked from the back mountain.”
Sister Bao shook her head, “Among us, your family is better at living.”
They didn’t know how to roast tea or even when to pick it.
Wen Jiajia explained, “That’s because you’re from the north. We grow tea there. Even if you have never worked with tea, you learn some tea-making techniques just from what you see and hear.”
It’s a geographical difference; after all, the country is so big.
Wen Jiajia agreed to help Sister Bao, which wasn’t difficult.
In fact, children in the army have more options than those outside, like joining the military.
Compared to others, they have innate advantages. Wen Jiajia didn’t understand why Sister Bao didn’t let her eldest son join the army.
As far as she knew, Bao Jie’s eldest daughter had joined and was now in the art troupe. She came back two months ago. The girl had inherited the best qualities of her parents and was very pretty with her hair done neatly.
Sister Bao sighed, “I do want him to join, but I don’t know what’s wrong with this child. He’s very nearsighted. It’s strange. He has never scored above 60 points since he was a child, and he’s never read more than two pages of a book. Yet, he’s nearsighted… He was like this even as a child. I thought he was a born cultured person.”
Wen Jiajia: Uh.
No wonder Bao Jie’s eldest son wore glasses every day.
“Okay, I will definitely help you with this,” she promised again.
Before leaving, Sister Bao reminded her again: “If someone asks you for help, remember to consider me first.” Wen Jiajia is very popular now, and many people will definitely come to her.
Wen Jiajia nodded, “Okay, okay.”
She didn’t take Sister Bao’s words to heart at the moment and only started to complain when many people came to her asking for favors.
The heavy rain destroyed everything in the yard. Wen Jiajia couldn’t bear to see it, so she started to clean up after breakfast.
Two pumpkins fell from the vegetable garden. Wen Jiajia saw that both had cracks, so she carried them into the house.
The newly planted onions were blown all over the place, their leaves tangled together. She straightened them out.
Even the sweet-scented osmanthus[1]also known as sweet olive or tea olive due to the pleasant fragrance of its flowers, which resembles that of ripe apricots or peaches. flowers that had just sprouted tender yellow buds were knocked to the ground by the rain, filling the area under the tree with a fragrant scent.
The least affected were the succulents on the wall. They were planted by Wen Chun and Wen Xuan and were their little world.
After a night of rain, the ground was moist.
Wen Jiajia let the chickens out. At this time, the wind had stopped, and the rain had ceased. The sun was gradually coming out again. It was the time when earthworms were moving in the soil, making it a good time for the chickens to feed.
The chickens at home are free-range, and they don’t lay eggs quickly. Wen Chun gets anxious waiting and checks the chicken coop every day.
Wen Jiajia didn’t expect that this girl was so patient. She had persisted until now and had not given up on selling eggs to buy a radio.
After tidying up the vegetable patch, she cleaned up the yard.
After cleaning up the broken branches and fallen leaves in the yard, Wen Jiajia thought about doing a general cleaning.
So she rolled up her sleeves and started working again.
The sun grew stronger and stronger, and the moisture on the ground was baked and floated into the air, making the air very humid.
Wen Jiajia took a rag and wiped each cabinet, then moved the tables, chairs, and benches to the yard and rinsed them with water.
By the time she finished cleaning the house inside and out, the sun had already set. She was so tired that her back and waist ached, and her hands felt as soft as cooked noodles. She felt extremely weak.
Wei Dai arrived home around seven o’clock.
“Wow, why is the house so bright now?”
He took off his backpack and was about to put it on the living room floor, but when he saw that the floor was so clean he could lie on it, he put the backpack back at the door.
Wen Jiajia was quite surprised, “I thought you were going to be away for several days.” She had even packed her backpack.
Wei Dai took a towel and wiped his face, “The situation isn’t bad this time. The flood was released in time to control the situation, so we just had to help transport supplies.”
Wen Jiajia nodded, and then asked proudly, “Is the house extra clean today?”
“Did you clean up?”
“That’s right. I’ve been busy from morning to evening, and I only took an hour to rest,” Wen Jiajia complained inwardly but didn’t show it on her face. If she had known she would have to work so long, she wouldn’t have thought about cleaning.
Wei Dai laughed at her, “You always get this enthusiastic for a short time. After cleaning this time, I’m afraid you won’t even think about touching a broom until the end of the year.”
That night.
Wen Jiajia told Wei Dai about Sister Bao’s request. “Actually, that’s congenital myopia[2]refers to nearsightedness that is present at birth or develops early in childhood.. Sister Bao or her husband probably has this condition too. It’s probably hereditary.”
Vision is really hard to explain. Some people can hide in bed looking at their phones for three years and their vision is only 200 degrees, while others can reach 500 degrees.
Wen Jiajia didn’t have myopia in her previous life, but she wore glasses throughout her adolescence. Her eyesight is even better in this life, and everything she sees is clear. She has to thank the original owner.
Wei Dai thought for a while and said, “I have met Sister Bao’s father. The old man’s eyesight isn’t very good.”
Wen Jiajia said, “It must be hereditary.”
She patted Wei Dai on the shoulder and said, “You must protect your eyes. Wearing glasses is troublesome.” She especially cherished not having to wear glasses in this life.
Wei Dai asked, “Have you ever worn them?”
Wen Jiajia hesitated, “…I’ve seen my classmates wearing them.”
Wei Dai went over and kissed her, “Silly girl, you should go to sleep.” He hadn’t doubted her before, but now he felt that his wife’s words were full of loopholes.
Her tone was just like she had worn glasses herself.
Wei Dai couldn’t figure it out. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t imagine that his wife would come decades later.
If he couldn’t figure it out, he decided not to think about it. His wife’s growth trajectory was clear. She was born in Fuyang and grew up in a family compound in the county town. She had not left the county town for more than ten years.
Wen Jiajia buried her head in Wei Dai’s arms. She felt a little guilty and didn’t dare to speak, so she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
The matter passed calmly. Wei Dai never asked again, and Wen Jiajia never mentioned it again.
Next Friday.
Wen Jiajia brought back a box of fresh butterfly cakes. She complained, “Nowadays, butterfly cakes come in iron boxes, and they are ten cents more expensive than before.”
Wei Dai replied, “You once said that bags always break and get damp easily.”
Wen Jiajia: “…”
Did she say that? Definitely not.
Wen Jiajia denied it and just said, “I’ll bring the iron box with me next time I buy it.”
Every penny saved counts. After Wen Jiajia started working, she suddenly became more frugal.
Making money is really tiring, and she was reluctant to spend it.
In her previous life, she relied on data traffic to make a living and had to count the money on her card to know whether it was seven or eight digits.
After traveling through time, they lived through hard times for a while, but the family had savings and food stored. Although they had to be frugal, living in the countryside and with the help of the golden finger, Wen Jiajia had little room to spend money.
Besides, it’s other people’s money that she’s spending, so she feels sad, but it doesn’t hurt that much.
The same thing happened after marrying Wei Dai.
The hard times didn’t last long before she got married. Her husband had savings, so this time she only felt a little heartache.
Until she earned money and spent it herself, Wen Jiajia felt reluctant to give away every dollar.
Wei Dai sighed, “You have grown up.”
Everyone knows how to feel sorry for money.
Wen Jiajia rolled her eyes and said, “What are you talking about? You don’t know whether I have grown up or not.”
If you don’t grow up, you’re committing a crime.
Wei Dai looked at the sky outside; it was quite bright.
Is it okay to say some lewd words in broad daylight?
Wen Jiajia was speechless. She stuffed the iron box into the cupboard and said, “I’m going to a wedding tomorrow, so don’t let the two sisters eat too many butterfly cakes.”
Wei Dai asked, “Whose wedding is this?”
“You don’t know Sha Yue,” Wen Jiajia replied.
She was a little confused, “How much gift money do you think I should give?”
Wei Dai asked, “Are you on good terms?”
Wen Jiajia answered, “It’s pretty good, and he’s a nice person.”
Wei Dai suggested, “Then give three or five dollars, or you can buy a pair of pillowcases or something, that will be enough.”
Wen Jiajia thought that she should give the money, as she would have to go tomorrow and would not have time to buy pillowcases.
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