Unable to endure the hardships of rural life, she returned home to arrange a marriage with a militar

Tian Xiufen hesitated for a moment before continuing, "But... Xiaoyun, don't get angry when I say this. I'm only telling you this because I consider you my own sister. You still need to be careful when you're out and about, otherwise people will talk about you. It's not that you can't do intimate things, but once you're home and the door is closed, no one can stop you, right?"

Shu Yun's face flushed red, and her grip loosened. Ah happy, soaking wet in the basin, seized the opportunity and darted away. "Sister-in-law, where did you hear that?"

Tian Xiufen: "Many people are talking about Ye Shufen, and so-and-so, and so-and-so. I heard about it a few days ago."

"Sister-in-law, they're just spreading rumors. It's completely untrue. You know Ye Shufen and I don't get along." Shu Yun refused to admit it, since there were no photos to prove it.

Tian Xiufen actually believed it. "Oh, these gossipy women, I'll tear their mouths apart next time I see them."

After picking the vegetables, Tian Xiufen left with her things. But only a moment later, Shu Yun heard Tian Xiufen's loud roar, "Gou Dan, Gao Gou Dan, where's your schoolbag? You can't just throw your schoolbag away when you go out to play, why don't you just throw yourself out there!"

Shu Yun smirked. Well, it seems that besides a slovenly husband, there's also a troublesome brat at home. Sister-in-law Tian has it tough.

Shu Yun took out the loquats she had picked, washed them clean, peeled them one by one, removed the pits, put the tender yellow flesh into a clean basin, then put it in a pot, added water and brought it to a boil, added white sugar, and simmered it over low heat.

"What are you burning? It smells so good." Gu Jun stood behind Shu Yun.

The first thing Shu Yun noticed was Gu Jun's military boots; they were covered in mud from outside and he dared to step into his house.

Well, that's how we discovered his little flaw.

The floor at home was paved with cement. Although it looked gray and it was hard to tell at first glance whether it was clean or dirty, Shu Yun still had high standards. She insisted that people not wear outdoor shoes when they came home, as it would easily bring in mud and dust.

She frowned and pointed at his shoes with the spatula. "Didn't I tell you not to wear them in? Look, your shoes are covered in mud. We'll have to mop the floor later."

Gu Jun was quick-witted and immediately retreated to the doorway. Shu Yun watched him step on the carpet with his muddy shoes and frowned. "From now on, you should clean the mud off your shoes outside the gate before coming in. I just washed this carpet not long ago, and you're going to dirty it again."

Gu Jun changed into a pair of cloth shoes and, quite perceptively, picked up a mop and started mopping the floor. Shu Yun was somewhat satisfied then; he was quite conscientious.

Time flies. Shu Yun flipped through the calendar hanging on the wall. There were marks she had made on it. A few days ago, she had received a simple confirmation letter from the publisher, informing her that the manuscript had been received and was being reviewed.

Some time passed, and Shu Yun thought she would soon know the result. Just as she was thinking about this, her neighbor Tian Xiufen came to tell her that when she went to pick up her package, she saw Shu Yun's name written on the blackboard.

There is a mailroom at the entrance of their residential compound where family members usually leave their packages and letters. A small blackboard is hung outside the mailroom with the recipient's name written on it to remind family members to come and pick them up.

Shu Yun's heart pounded when she heard this. Without saying a word, she closed the courtyard gate and ran to the gatehouse.

However, when she arrived, she realized that she had arrived much faster than usual. In addition to the package from the publishing house, there was also a large package from Jiaohua Island, which was sent by Shen Rujun.

Shu Yun came in a hurry and couldn't carry it all by herself, so she had to rush back and bring her bicycle back.

When Shu Yun came again, there were other women in the reception room collecting packages and registering information. When they saw her, they glanced at her package and asked curiously, "Is this from the publishing house? Did the publishing house send you a package?"

Shu Yun's eyes widened, her gaze fixed curiously on the package. Fearing that something might be leaked, she could only say simply, "I wrote something before and was thinking of sending it over to try my luck."

Without saying anything more to her, he tied the package to the back of the car with a rope and sped away.

After returning home, Shu Yun first opened the publisher's package. Inside was a thin letter, along with several books and notebooks.

The letter first expressed the publisher's interest in the artwork, then offered suggestions on some parts of the artwork, and finally discussed matters related to publication, including royalties, publication time, and revision requirements.

The comic book was charged per illustration. Shu Yun was not a famous writer, so the purchase price of one illustration was not high, but it was not low either, probably related to the quality of the manuscript. It was at a mid-to-high level, with a price of 30 yuan per illustration, which was equivalent to a worker's monthly salary.

Shu Yun was fairly satisfied. After all, each comic book had about 60 illustrations, and she roughly estimated that it would bring in a considerable income of more than 2000 yuan, which was several years' wages for an ordinary worker.

This was the first pot of gold Shu Yun had earned since arriving in this era, and she was quite satisfied. After writing her reply to the publisher and communicating the relevant matters, she hummed a little tune as she opened the package that Shen Rujun had sent her.

These are all specialties of Jiaohua Island, all seafood. Shu Yun took some out to prepare for tonight's dinner.

People are in high spirits when they have good things happening. Shu Yun was busy in the kitchen, humming a little tune. Perhaps she smelled the fishy smell, because her little orange cat, which she hadn't seen for a long time, reappeared on the big tree outside her yard wall, meowing loudly.

Shu Yun called it down and gave it some fish innards that it didn't want to eat. The kitten nimbly jumped down from the tree, affectionately rubbed its little head against Shu Yun's palm, and then buried its head in its food.

The commotion quickly attracted Ah-happy, who was sleeping soundly in the doghouse. It strolled over and approached the kitten, wanting some food too.

The kitten was possessive of its food, arching its back and baring its teeth at Ah-Xi. Ah-happy, however, was a coward. It had grown much bigger and stronger than the kitten recently, but when it saw this scene, its first reaction was not to go up and fight back. Instead, it let out a whimper and ran behind Shu-Yun to hide. It was as cowardly as could be.

Shu Yun picked up the dog and poked its dark, wet little nose, "Why are you such a coward?"

Ah-happy let out a cute woof; it may not have any other skills, but it's best at being cute.

Shu Yun put the dog down and got up to continue preparing dinner. Today was a happy occasion, so Shu Yun took out the osmanthus wine that had been sitting in the cabinet. Since Yang Yuzhen brought it over last time, she had only taken a small sip and left it there. Today she could finally have a drink.

However, even though the food was already on the table, Gu Jun hadn't returned yet. The aroma of the osmanthus wine was so strong that Shu Yun couldn't resist pouring herself a glass and trying it first.

The aroma was fragrant and mellow, and Shu Yun comfortably squinted her eyes.