CHAPTER 212: 212 HUANG YI

Time reached mid-September, the temperatures in the mornings and evenings were no longer very high, just comfortably pleasant.

The village had already started to harvest for autumn. Jiang Xinyu’s household registration was no longer in the village, she was not considered a village member anymore, so she didn’t have to go back to work.

But she still went back with Wang Ailing once and neither of them did any work.

However, seeing the dark and thin villagers, Jiang Xinyu sighed again, feeling that this group was the most suffering.

Wang Ailing’s little nephew, just over two months old, was left at home, truly not easy.

"Brought some oil back, let’s cook something delicious for Uncle and them."

"Hmm, how about frying some twists?"

"Sure, is there any white flour at home?"

"There definitely is, I’ll go take a look."

Actually, frying twists at this temperature is the best, so they can be stored.

When Jiang Xinyu was mixing the dough, she secretly added some eggs, but didn’t dare add more flour. Those who’ve been cooking for half their lives can tell at a glance.

Wang Ailing really went all out, directly found ten pounds of flour. The two of them were busy for most of the day, only fried them at night, the whole village was filled with aroma.

Sun Ermei felt embarrassed to scold her daughter. Although she felt bad for the white flour and soybean oil, this was her daughter’s heartfelt gesture.

At night, Jiang Xinyu lay on the kang at home alone, which hadn’t been lived in for a year and still felt damp.

Thinking about what Wang Ailing’s sister-in-law said today about Kong Demin’s marriage situation, she really felt sorry for his wife. Such a small and thin person, how could she bear it?

It was said that on the wedding night, the screams of his wife were heard by the people around the Kong Family.

The next morning, she left in a hurry, reportedly carried into a car.

Sigh. Because her father was in that position, she didn’t have a problem.

The next morning, she pulled out the wild grass in the yard. She heard a noise at the door, opened it and saw no one, but over ten potatoes were left at the entrance.

Jiang Xinyu went out the door and saw in the distance a child running, should be Zhou Lihong’s brother, right?

She felt somewhat touched, helping them at first without expecting anything in return. But these potatoes already made her feel her efforts had been reciprocated.

Took the potatoes and entered the house. The three siblings’ lives mustn’t be easy either, but thinking of herself, they showed they were different from their father. The peanuts in the yard were ready for harvest, but now that they weren’t hers, or she would pull them all, save them to cook peanuts.

Forget it, better not look, the more she looked, the more she craved. But the carrots and cabbages were growing well, but she wouldn’t want them. It is tiring to tidy up the yard, better to buy cabbage and others with money, there’s still quite a bit of sauerkraut in the space.

The pickles haven’t been much eaten, just not the red pickles fermented with soybean paste.

The door knocks "Xinyu, it’s time to eat."

"Okay, coming."

Breakfast in the countryside is considered quite luxurious, white flour knot soup. Each person also has a fried twist.

Jiang Xinyu didn’t eat. Sun Ermei thought she was shy, kept urging her.

"Auntie, I really don’t want to eat, I won’t be polite."

The two returned in the afternoon at four, all the way was harvest scenery, but since there weren’t many grain seeds, there were still many fields planted with sweet potatoes. With this good rainwater, just pull sweet potato vines and they can be planted.

There must not be many grain seeds left. Farmers really have a hard time.

On Monday, at work, the security department said a young man had been wandering at the door, already locked up, but didn’t say a word.

Jiang Xinyu went and saw, quite surprised, wasn’t this Huang Hongwei’s son, Huang Yi?

"Why are you here?"

Huang Yi pursed his lips, looked at Jiang Xinyu and didn’t speak.

"Director Jiang, do you know him?"

"Yes, he’s Director Huang’s son. Come on, let’s go to my office."

Huang Yi followed behind Jiang Xinyu.

"You came here for something today?" Jiang Xinyu.

"Yes, I came to see, my mom is sick."

"Huang Yi, you’re already fifteen, you must know they are divorced, not a family anymore."

Huang Yi hung his head and didn’t speak anymore.

"Since that’s the case, I’ll call Director Huang over. You can talk to him directly."

"Director Jiang, is that woman pregnant?"

Jiang Xinyu nodded, this matter can’t be hidden.

"Then forget it, don’t call him, just pretend I never came."

"Huang Yi, you’re a big kid now, you need to distinguish right from wrong." Jiang Xinyu feared the kid might impulsively do something wrong.

"Director Jiang, I know what you’re worried about, I won’t make mistakes, not worth it, I still have mom, and siblings to take care of."

"Good, it’s good that you understand. I have twenty yuan here for you to take back, bring your mom to the hospital for a checkup."

Huang Yi shook his head, "No need, thank you Director Jiang." After speaking, he stood up and left.

Jiang Xinyu caught up with him, still stuffed the money in his pocket, "Return it to me when you have money in the future."

"Director Jiang."

"Alright, don’t be polite." This child came looking, must be in trouble, probably regarding money.

Huang Yi nodded, telling himself in his heart once again to remember Director Jiang’s kindness.

Sent off Huang Yi, Jiang Xinyu felt somewhat uncomfortable, adults made mistakes but left unforgettable scars in children’s hearts.

After thinking for a while, she thought still better to tell Huang Hongwei, as for what to do, that was his business.

During lunch, Jiang Xinyu still carried her meal to sit at the table with the couple.

"Xinyu, sit down quickly." Kong Mengjie said with a smile.

"Hmm, I have something to tell you, Director Huang. Huang Yi came over today."

The couple stopped their eating motions.

Jiang Xinyu noticed Kong Mengjie’s expression didn’t look good.

Huang Hongwei felt slightly awkward "Director Jiang, what did he come here for?"

"He kept wandering at the door, security department asked but he didn’t speak. I brought him back to my office and he told me Dong Wenhua was sick."

Huang Hongwei frowned, wasn’t it just last month he didn’t send money? How did it come to this?

Jiang Xinyu looked at his expression, knowing her previous words were useless, correct, this Director Huang values face, wouldn’t want others to know, wouldn’t let Huang Yi leave a bad impression on his mind.

Huang Hongwei looked at the little charming wife sitting opposite, his heart’s balance already tilted.

"I understand, thank you Director Jiang."

"Hmm." Finished speaking, stood with the lunchbox to find Song Qingqing and them.

"Director Jiang, you looking for them for something?"

"Nothing, just saying a few words. By the way, do you two also have a holiday during New Year?"

Song Qingqing shook her head "I’m taking a break next month to go home, Mr. Qian won’t let us rest in December."

"Me too, but I’m in November, I have to stagger the vacation with Qingqing."

"Haha, I’m luckier than you two, I’ll start vacation after December 15th and can rest for two months." Quickly switched the topic, didn’t want to talk about this kind of thing.