Reborn in a virtual world, before the house was taken away

At this moment, Jiang Yun was much more anxious. Firstly, she still hadn't found the spatial necklace that appeared in her dream, and secondly, she was extremely jealous of Feng Qingqing's lavish meals. She knew that if she couldn't successfully obtain the spatial necklace, her life would only get worse, which was something she absolutely couldn't allow to happen.

Jiang Yun gritted her teeth inwardly. Everything else was negotiable, but she had to get her hands on this space no matter the cost.

She needs to think of a solution; things can't go on like this.

While everyone was lost in thought, Feng Qingqing and Hu Fangming had quickly finished eating, tidied up, and gone inside. It had been a really tiring day, so they decided to wash up and go to bed early, as they still had work to do tomorrow.

There was a little incident in the middle. Hu Fangming knew that the things Feng Qingqing brought out were all good, and she couldn't just take them for free, so she split the cost and insisted on giving them to Feng Qingqing. Feng Qingqing thought about it and figured there was plenty of time in the future, so she nodded and accepted it.

When Jiang Yun and the other two female educated youths returned, Feng Qingqing and Feng Qingqing had been fast asleep for a long time. Jiang Yun glanced at Feng Qingqing's suitcase, her eyes darkened, and her fingers twitched, but ultimately, considering the presence of others, she didn't touch it. She knew that the item couldn't have disappeared without a trace; it must still be in Feng Qingqing's possession.

Jiang Yun tossed and turned in bed for half the night, feeling extremely anxious. Surprisingly, she actually came up with a solution, but there was no rush. This was the last resort, and she had to be cautious unless absolutely necessary.

After figuring it out, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Feng Qingqing and her companion got up early. It was their first day on the job, so they didn't cook and just ate something quick before tidying themselves up. At Feng Qingqing's suggestion, they both put on long-sleeved shirts, hats, and gloves, fully equipped, and headed to the brigade headquarters.

By the time the rest of the educated youth had arrived, they were already chatting enthusiastically with the older women and aunties next to them.

The others were speechless looking at the two of them. Had they become so familiar with each other so quickly? Weren't we old educated youth too slow?

Because they had built good relationships with the older women beforehand, Feng Qingqing and her companion were successfully assigned to a group with several of them. Their task that day was to husk corn. Two people husked the corn, and the other two carried it to the roadside, waiting for the other men to load it onto a cart and push it back.

This job can be easy in some ways, but it can also be quite difficult.

On such a hot day, going into the cornfield was unbearable because the corn stalks scratched painfully against our skin. Luckily, we were both wearing long sleeves, otherwise it would have been unbearable.

Before noon even arrived, the two were already so exhausted they could barely stand up straight, but they gritted their teeth and persevered. After all, they couldn't let these gossipy old ladies give them a reputation for being pampered and incompetent on their very first day of work.

And so, as soon as the whistle blew to signal the end of the workday, both of them wished they could collapse into the field, but knowing they had to continue in the afternoon, they could only grit their teeth, get up, and slowly walk back step by step.

Back home, they were so tired they didn't even speak. Together they made some multigrain noodles, and each took some biscuits from their own bags to soak in the noodles, otherwise they would be hungry by mid-afternoon. At this point, neither of them felt reluctant; their health was the most important thing.

After finishing their meal, the two quickly lay down on the kang (a heated brick bed). That's one of the advantages of sharing a meal with someone else—you can take a nap after eating. Didn't you see how noisy it was outside, with so many people making a racket? You don't even know what time it was after you finished eating.

Jiang Yun was so jealous of the rhythm of their work and life that her eyes turned red.

But there was nothing she could do; Feng Qingqing simply ignored her, pretending not to see her. Besides, she was exhausted after work, like a dog, and just wanted to wait until the busy farming season was over before deciding on her next move.

After working like this for two or three days, the new educated youth gradually got used to the rhythm of work and gradually became less listless than at the beginning.

Meanwhile, the Feng family, far away in the city, felt as if the sky had fallen.

First, people from the factory's logistics office came to collect the house. When they arrived, Jiang Hongbing was still sleeping at home. He was preparing to take the note given to him by Feng Qingqing to apply for a job the next day.

These past few days have been an unprecedented high point for him. He met a girl through an introduction, and she was 22 years old. She was a saleswoman at a supply and marketing cooperative. She was pretty, with fair skin, a gentle personality, and spoke softly. Jiang Hongbing was so proud that he walked with his head held high and felt very proud in front of his friends. In short, he was extremely satisfied with her in every way.

Even the usually picky Feng Damei had nothing to say and boasted to her relatives and neighbors about having a saleswoman daughter-in-law. These days, being a saleswoman was a highly sought-after job, and not just anyone could get it.

The mother and daughter have been living a very successful and triumphant life these past few days.

To everyone's surprise, just after 9 a.m. that morning, her eldest son, who had been living in her house since Feng Qingqing went to the countryside and rarely came home, returned. He looked panicked and tremblingly said to his mother:

"Mom, Mom..." He had run all the way here in a hurry, and his words were broken as he was still out of breath.

Feng Damei had been living comfortably these past few days and hadn't paid much attention, even acting as if she was making a fuss over nothing:

“You’re almost a working professional, so why are you so flustered over every little thing? If your boyfriend sees you like this, he’ll think you can’t handle things. Let me tell you, Dandan is a great girl. She’s beautiful, has a good job, and comes from a good family. You’d better grab her this time.”

Seeing his mother still rambling on and on, Jiang Hongbing impatiently shouted:

"Mom, it's already this late, and you're still talking about these irrelevant things. The people from the factory's logistics office just came to take back Feng Qingqing's house."

This time, Jiang Hongbing took a deep breath and was finally able to speak fluently.

But now that he could speak fluently, it was Feng Damei's turn to stutter:

"You, you, what did you say? The house is going to be taken back? Impossible, this is impossible. That brat Qingqing's family has lived there for many years, it's impossible for them to suddenly take it back. I'll go take a look."

After saying that, she pushed Jiang Hongbing away and ran out. She didn't even bother to greet the neighbors she encountered along the way. She just ran straight to Feng Qingqing's parents' house without caring about anything else.

Before I even got downstairs, I saw a group of neighbors gathered around my door, chattering away about something. I could only hear words like "house" and "take it back."

Upon hearing this, Feng Damei felt her scalp tingle.

She pushed through the crowd, stopped to catch her breath, and then started cursing, jumping up and down:

"Who's spouting nonsense here? I'm not dead yet! Whoever talks nonsense, I'll tear their mouth apart."

Everyone around had heard about her unreasonable behavior, but since it had nothing to do with them, they just watched the show and didn't want to get involved. Gradually, the noise subsided.

Only then did she face the two men sitting in the room talking. Judging from their clothes, they were probably factory leaders. One of them was in his forties, with short, shoulder-length hair and a serious expression; he was also looking in her direction.

The other was a young man, with regular features and a handsome appearance; he looked to be no more than 25 years old.

At this moment, Feng Damei spoke first. After all, she would be working in the same factory as her son in the future, and she couldn't let things get too ugly. Although Feng Damei was feisty, she still had some sense.

"Comrades, I wonder what brings you to my house today? This house belongs to my son, and it's clearly written down in black and white. Your factory leaders can't be unreasonable and forcibly seize someone else's house."

In the end, she probably felt that what she said made sense, and that even if the leader came, they couldn't do anything to her. She became more and more confident, and her voice became louder and louder.

The neighbors had also heard about her family's situation. After all, they all worked at the same factory and wanted to know what was going on, since no one wanted their house taken away for no reason.

At this moment, the outside was completely silent, everyone holding their breath to listen to the leader's reply.