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"real or fake?"

Li Aihua used a needle awl with a wooden handle to poke the sole hard, and then used a needle with a hemp rope to pierce the sole with a thimble.

"Really?" said the gossiping aunt. "Can I lie to you?"

"Who told you that?" asked another sister-in-law.

"Qian Yong's wife," the aunt said, "Chen Guizhen said Sun Jiarou was not feeling well, so she asked Qian Yong to go to her house to check on her. As a result, Qian Yong said she was pregnant after the first diagnosis."

"She's quite fast," someone said while helping Xu Yan tear the cotton.

"Oh my god, I said the same thing at the beginning," the aunt continued, "but you don't know, Qian Yong's family also whispered to me that Sun Jiarou had been pregnant before marriage."

"Ah? Is this true?" Li Aihua was so surprised that she almost stabbed the needle into her hand.

"Well, how can I lie about this?" The aunt continued knitting, and after a while she said, "This matter cannot be concealed. Everyone knew it when the baby was born."

Xu Yan did not participate in their topic and did not say much throughout the whole process.

At this moment, her mind was filled with the comparison between the plot of the original book and the current one. It seemed that ever since she traveled through time and married Xie Zhuo, the plot had gone astray like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, and had gone off the track in twists and turns.

But she still remembered the feeling of restraint she had felt in the first few days after she came here, which made her speechless and even her refusal was forcibly suppressed. Could it be that...

All these changes are because of her?

That’s not right. In the original book, there is no plot about the original owner going to the river to fish.

That is, before she came through, the plot had already begun to go astray, and then after she came through, the original development was completely changed.

"Xu Yan," Li Aihua gently touched Xu Yan's arm.

"Ah?" Xu Yan came back to his senses.

"What are you thinking about? So serious," Li Aihua looked at her.

"Oh, no, nothing," Xu Yan smiled.

"I don't think so," the aunt who gossiped about Sun Jiarou before looked at her with a smile, and then said, "You are thinking about your third son Xie, right?"

As soon as she said this, others looked at Xu Yan with a bit of ridicule.

Xu Yan used to stay at home alone and seldom went out. Today was the first time that he sat in the house with so many people, chatting and doing housework. However, the women stayed together mainly to gossip.

Either I gossip about you or I gossip about me.

If you have a good relationship, there is no harm in making a few jokes to each other.

"I haven't thought about him yet," Xu Yan was not afraid of their jokes, and said with a smile: "He has only been gone for a few hours."

"Hey, that's what you said," a sister-in-law also laughed, "you are worthy of being from a big city. If it were me, I would be so anxious."

"That's bullshit," Li Aihua replied, "Your team has hardly been outside, so going to the city is like going on a long journey."

She had a loud voice and answered the call quickly. Everyone in the room was stunned for a moment, and then they all burst into laughter.

The sister-in-law who was laughed at was not annoyed, she slapped her arm and said, "You sound like you have been to a faraway place."

"I haven't been there," Li Aihua said, "but our Zheng Er has been to the city before, and he said there's food and drinks on the train, so there's nothing to worry about."

A few people chatted for a long time about what was on the train.

A group of people worked and chatted until noon when it was time to cook, then they took their things and went home.

Li Aihua was walking at the end. When she was about to leave the hospital, she stopped and turned to Xu Yan and said, "How about you and the two kids go to my house to take care of it?"

"No need, sister-in-law," Xu Yan said, "Dabao and Xiaobao cried this morning when their uncle left. They were probably in a bad mood at noon. I'll comfort them."

After she said that, Li Aihua couldn't force her to go over.

"Anyway, if you don't feel like cooking one day, just come over and eat," Li Aihua said, "When your Xie Zhuo left, he gave you many instructions, fearing that you would be hungry."

Xu Yan was startled. "He went to see you?"

"Well, when it comes to caring for his wife, no one can compare to him," Li Aihua said, "I came here after lunch yesterday. He said he was not at home and asked me to come and see you when I have time."

"Compared to him, my Zheng Er is simply unbearable to watch."

"If he has the opportunity to travel far away again someday, whether he can remember that there are two people at home is another matter."

Li Aihua was standing at the gate and complaining to Xu Yan, but she didn't expect that Zheng Xiaopeng went to the mountain to collect firewood in the morning and happened to pass by the Xie family's house.

Xu Yan coughed awkwardly, then quickly interrupted Li Aihua, turned his head and greeted Zheng Xiaopeng, saying, "Second Brother Zheng."

Only then did Li Aihua realize that her man had returned.

But she was not panicked at all. She glanced at Zheng Xiaopeng calmly and said, "Why are you walking like a cat, sneaking behind people without making any sound? Who are you trying to scare to death?"

Zheng Xiaopeng, who was carrying a bundle of firewood, said: "..."

After everyone left, Xu Yan went back to the room and tidied the quilt on the kang. Seeing that Dabao and Xiaobao were about to come back, she washed her hands and went to the kitchen.

In fact, after these few months, she has learned how to use the earthen stove, but Xie Zhuo feels sorry for her and basically doesn't let her cook.

But now that the main person who cooked had left, she couldn't not eat, so after thinking it over, she decided to stir-fry a few dishes and eat them with steamed buns.

I steamed too many buns yesterday afternoon, so I can heat them up and eat them today.

Thinking of this, Xu Yan started busying himself in the kitchen.

On the other side, Xie Zhuo also started eating.

In this era, the lunch boxes on trains are all served in aluminum boxes, with one layer of rice and the other layer of various stir-fried dishes.

As soon as it was time for lunch, a conductor came over and asked if anyone wanted a box lunch.

Most people remained silent. Some people leaned over to ask about the price of the lunch boxes, but when they heard that it was only 30 cents per serving, they retracted their heads.

The intellectual couple sitting next to Xie Zhuo had already put away the newspaper, then took out the food they brought from the suitcase under their seats and started eating.

Xie Zhuo took a quick look and saw a few multi-grain cakes and some pickled vegetables.

"Mom, I want to eat a box lunch," the girl sitting diagonally opposite Xie Zhuo looked at the conductor, then hugged the middle-aged woman's arm and shook it.

The middle-aged woman frowned and said, "Didn't you bring food with you?"

As she spoke, she also took out the food she had prepared long ago, a few steamed buns made of 20 grams of flour, some pickles, and a few pieces of dried sweet potatoes.

The girl immediately pouted unhappily, "What is this? I don't want to eat it. It tastes bad even if it's too spicy."

"Child," the middle-aged woman glared at her, "If you want to eat good food, go home and eat it. You have to finish what your grandma brought you. Don't waste it."

"I just don't want to eat it," the girl continued to shake the middle-aged woman's arm coquettishly, "this is for pigs."

Xie Zhuo glanced at her.

For pigs?

Whose pigs eat so well?

Not to mention Qingshan Production Brigade, which was in a relatively good situation, there were still many people who could not afford steamed buns made from 20 grams of flour. For people like those in Daniugou, it was good enough to have something to fill their stomachs, so they had no chance to complain about this or that.

People like this lack the opportunity to go hungry.

In addition to clothes, Xie Zhuo only brought some fruits, biscuits, peach cakes and the like in his suitcase. They were not very filling, so he could only eat boxed lunches.

When the conductor came over to ask them, Xie Zhuo raised his hand and said, "I want two."

But as soon as he said this, the middle-aged woman sitting opposite him stared at him again. However, Xie Zhuo didn't pay much attention to her. When the conductor came over, he took out the money and meal ticket that he had prepared long ago and handed them to her.

In the hard seat carriage, there were very few people who wanted lunch boxes. The conductor didn't even use a notebook to record the orders. They just took the money and went to the dining car to get the lunch boxes.

"Hey, young man," the middle-aged woman looked at Xie Zhuo, then tilted her head to look at her daughter.

The girl sitting next to her blushed and buried her head in her shoulder.

The middle-aged woman patted her arm and then looked at Xie Zhuo again.