Meng Yan's Transformation

"I'm not a member of the production team who has received professional training like you. I'm just a high school student. How can I peel the kernels faster than you, Zhan Yingying? I don't care. I have to rest when I'm tired. I won't wait until my hands are red and swollen like blood-soaked buns before I stop."

While Zhan Zixun was talking, he washed his hands, smeared clam oil on his hands, and then went to read.

"Okay, you two should study hard and get into a prestigious university in the future. I'll also lend some of my support."

As Zhan Yingying spoke, she peeled peanuts faster and faster.

Zhan Yingying has nimble hands. She gently pinches the gap in the peanut shell with her thumb and index finger, and the peanut cracks open. Two plump kernels roll into the basin like fat dolls in red coats. She is good at finding the patterns in the peanut shells, using cleverness rather than brute force. When encountering hard shells, she will adjust the angle and tap the table lightly to make the peanut kernels fall off naturally. The breakage rate is less than three percent.

"What's going on? Didn't Zhan Mengyan say she was going to work and study? She asked your Uncle Dong to guarantee her from the supply and marketing cooperative and got a lot of peanuts. Why didn't the protagonist shell the peanuts? Why did she ask Zhan Yingying to stay home and help shell the peanuts instead of going to the yangko troupe rehearsal?"

As Zhan Yu spoke, he looked at Zhan Mengyan and then at Zhan Yingying.

"Dad, Zhan Mengyan's hands are all red and swollen from peeling peanuts. I just put some ointment on her hands and told her to rest for a while. She can peel peanuts again tomorrow when the swelling goes away. Dad, have you found your file?"

When Zhan Yingying was speaking, she used her body to block Zhan Mengyan. At this time, Zhan Mengyan's face was red with shame.

"If you don't have the talent, you shouldn't take on porcelain work! Zhan Mengyan, I think you should return the peanuts to the supply and marketing cooperative."

As Zhan Yu spoke, he walked up to Zhan Mengyan and looked at her red and swollen hands.

"I'm not going back. I'll finish shelling this bag of peanuts even if I take a break and put on gloves. I don't need anyone's help to finish shelling this bag of peanuts!"

While Zhan Mengyan was talking, she found a pair of gloves, put them on, sat on a small stool and started peeling peanuts.

"Dad, stop teasing Mengyan. She's been working hard to peel peanuts since you left. I forced her to rest. Dad, I asked you if you found the file, but you haven't answered me yet!"

As Zhan Yingying spoke, she saw the unconcealable joy on Zhan Yu's face.

"Zhan Yu, stop teasing Zhan Yingying. If you don't tell me, I will: when we went to the township government, we happened to meet my teacher who went to the township government to collect his salary. I told him about our situation, and he said he knew the township government's Party branch secretary. With my teacher's introduction, we were able to meet the township government's Party branch secretary. After explaining our purpose, he asked someone to help us find the files in the archives room, and also asked someone to find Ai Jinhua, who was on maternity leave. As a result, Ai Jinhua said that she might have locked your father's files in a drawer and lost the key. Finally, the township government's Party branch secretary asked someone to use an axe to chop off the lock of Ai Jinhua's desk drawer, and your father's files were indeed inside. We got the files and went to the post office and mailed your father's files away smoothly."

As Yunqing spoke, stars twinkled in her eyes, and the light of excitement almost overflowed.

"Great! Great! Our whole family is going back to the city! We're going back to the city!"

When Zhan Yingying spoke, she danced with joy, as excited as a three-year-old child. Her eyes curved into crescents from laughing, and her face was filled with pure happiness. Her laughter was clear and crisp, like the summer breeze and the warm winter sun, which made people feel comfortable.

"Look how happy this kid is! We just found your father's file. We still have a long way to go in petitioning! Returning to the city won't be smooth sailing. I wonder what other problems are waiting for us."