Quick travel: The poor little thing in the period novel strikes back

Shi Yan walked alone in front without anyone leading the way. She walked through a specially separated alley, passed a house that seemed to be for entertaining guests, and arrived at a spacious courtyard.

There were several large reed sheds in the middle of the yard, and underneath the sheds were racks filled with rolled cloth.

There are so many styles and colors of cloth that Shi Yan was really dazzled when she saw them.

"Xiao Lian, take a look at this yellow one and this red one. I think they're both pretty good."

Zhao Ze chased after her and pointed to two pieces of brightly patterned cloth on the shelf for Shi Yan to look at. In Zhao Ze's opinion, such beautiful colors were something he had never seen anyone wear before, but they would definitely look good on someone as fair and clean-looking as his sister-in-law.

Hearing Zhao Ze's address, Shi Yan did not correct it this time. After all, she had just explained it, which was considered to save Zhao Ze's face. If she continued to bring up the identity, Zhao Ze would definitely be embarrassed.

"This color is too bright. I want to pick some plain fabrics. It's not suitable for my current situation."

Shi Yan didn't want to be criticized. She had just lost her husband and it hadn't even been three months yet, but she was already wearing red and green. She didn't know how the villagers would interpret this.

Shi Yan's words also reminded Zhao Ze, but he didn't think that a newly deceased person shouldn't wear bright clothes. Instead, he felt that he had mentioned Shi Yan's sad story and reminded her of Liang Zhi's death. He felt a little embarrassed and quickly changed the subject.

"Xiao Lian, how much cotton do you want? I'll go and weigh it for you. You can pick out the cloth here. We can divide the work and save some time."

"30 pounds."

Shi Yan prepared ten kilograms of cotton for padding and covering, and planned to use the rest to make a long cotton-padded jacket. She would usually stay in the yard and not go out, so she could just put on the cotton-padded jacket.

The two of them divided the work and the purchase itself was purposeful, and they quickly picked out the needed fabrics and cotton.

Zhao Ze asked a friend to pack up the things and asked his friend to send someone to deliver the things to the street corner where they came from. Then the two of them left the courtyard.

They came out of the courtyard and went to the supply and marketing cooperative. They thought that they had bought everything and were worried that Shuanzi was waiting for them at the cooperative, so they planned to tell him and go back to the village.

But when he arrived at the door of the supply and marketing cooperative, he didn't see Shuanzi.

"Sister-in-law, why don't we go to the supply and marketing cooperative? Shuanzi might be stuck with something and hasn't come yet. We can just take a look and wait for him."

The tall and handsome man had an uninhibited smile on his face, and the weak and petite woman had a calm temperament. The two of them standing there were a beautiful scenery. There were already many people coming and going in the supply and marketing cooperative, and they soon attracted the attention of passers-by.

"Okay, then let's go in and take a look around and see if there's anything missing."

The categories of the supply and marketing cooperative counters in this era were much clearer than the dazzling shopping malls of later generations, including food, clothing, daily necessities, tobacco and alcohol, and industrial categories...

In the entire supply and marketing cooperative, the daily necessities counter had the most things, ranging from small items like embroidery needles to large items like washbasins, pots and buckets. Shi Yan looked at them for a long time and then, thinking that hot water would be indispensable as the weather was getting cold, she bought two thermos bottles to store water.

Zhao Ze was also very conscious. As soon as Shi Yan paid the bill, he reached out and took the thermos in his hand.

"You are newlyweds, right? Your new wife is a blessing. Your husband is a loving wife. You don't have to endure any hardship. All the money in the family is handed over to you."

The interaction between the two was very natural, and the salesperson at the daily necessities counter couldn't help but make a joke after giving the change.

"Men are supposed to do the rough work. Besides, taking something is not a big deal."

Zhao Ze took over the salesperson's words with an indifferent look, and without waiting for anyone to reply, he called Shi Yan to go out.

He strode ahead to lead the way, but his mind was full of thoughts: I have been misunderstood as a couple with my sister-in-law several times today. Do we really look so well matched?

"Sister-in-law, I think we should go back to the street corner and wait for Shuanzi. The delivery person should have arrived by now. If we don't have someone waiting there, they might just carry the things back."

"it is good."

When they returned to the intersection where they got off the bus, not only had Shi Yan's purchases been delivered, but Shuanzi was also standing nearby with Niu Che. His eyes were darting around, and his gaze kept scanning the people passing by, and he looked more or less wretched.

Zhao Ze saw Shuanzi's look clearly and felt that it was really embarrassing for him. He quickly walked up to Shuanzi and hit him on the forehead. Then he gave him a lecture, educating Shuanzi not to act like an inexperienced person who would make people look down on him.

"Brother Ze, sister-in-law, you are back. These things are all yours, right?"

Shuanzi rubbed his forehead and said with a flattering smile on his face.

"Yes, it's ours." Shi Yan replied.

"I knew I was right. The guy who delivered the things just now said they were a young couple who looked like gods from heaven. As soon as I heard them, I knew he was talking about Brother Ze and Sister-in-law, so I asked him to put the things down."

Zhao Ze couldn't bear to look at Shuanzi's fawning look, so he reached out and slapped him again, asking him to be serious.

"Stop talking nonsense and put everything in the car. Your sister-in-law has already picked out everything. If we go back now, we can still make it in time for lunch at home."

The two men were responsible for moving things. Shi Yan climbed onto the ox cart very consciously. When she sat on the cart, she remembered that when she borrowed the cart, she had said that she could provide meals for the driver.

So after everything was put away, the three of them hurried back to the village according to the seating arrangement they had when they came. Shi Yan quickly spoke:

"Shuanzi, Zhao Ze, I'm really sorry to bother you to accompany me on this trip today. I said I would pack meals for you. You can come to my house for lunch later. This is a token of my appreciation. Please don't refuse!"

As Zhao Ze's most trusted younger brother, Shuanzi had often heard his elder brother brag about how delicious Shi Yan's cooking was. He swallowed his saliva subconsciously. He really wanted to agree, but before he spoke, he turned back to look at his elder brother. Only when he saw Zhao Ze nodded did he agree.

With the meal that Shi Yan had promised hanging in front of him, Shuanzi drove the old ox "Gee, gee, gee" and quickened his pace towards the village. When they finally arrived in front of Shi Yan's courtyard, the old ox was covered in sweat and its tongue was sticking out. If the rope tied to the old ox had not been tied to the ox cart, the old ox seemed like it would collapse to the ground at any time.

"Sister-in-law, Old Huang is tired. Can he ask you for a drink of water?"

Shuanzi felt a little weak when he saw that the old ox was exhausted. He was so focused on coming back to Shiyan to have a good meal that he forgot about the rush to harvest some time ago. The old ox had been busy for more than half a month pulling wheat and had not yet recovered.