Lin Wan originally felt nothing, but when she laid down, her stomach began to ache faintly.
When Liang Hongi finished washing clothes and ca in with freshly made red sugar water, Lin Wan’s face was ghostly pale.
Liang Hongi quickly helped her up and fed her the sugar water, then went outside to find a bottle, filled it with hot water, wrapped it in a soft piece of clothing, and placed it next to her belly, staying with her for a while.
Over a month without rest, suddenly lying in bed in broad daylight, the pain lulled her to sleep.
Liang Hongi touched Lin Wan’s forehead, seeing nothing serious, she glanced at the remaining twenty or so rice dumplings beside her.
Quietly carried them out...
Liang Hongi didn’t know which villages Lin Wan had gone to, she herself carried the bamboo basket to town.
After circling the town, she managed to sell a dozen.
As the sky gradually darkened, Liang Hongi went to a nearby village for another round. By that ti, it was already dark, with three or four remaining, she decided not to sell anymore.
When Lin Wan got up, smoke was already rising from the hos all around the village. Holding a clean nstrual bag, she filled it with so plant ash, and went to the toilet.
In an era without toilet paper, traveling was quite troubleso for won.
If their nstrual period ca, they’d have to carry so plant ash.
Lin Wan entered the kitchen, simply cooked so porridge, heated a stead bun and so sweet potatoes, and prepared so spicy sauce and crispy vegetables.
Evening al was ready, but still no sign of Liang Hongi.
There wasn’t much work in the fields now. While Lin Wan was puzzled, she went into the house for a look and discovered the bamboo basket was gone. She knew where Liang Hongi had gone.
Lin Wan was worried about Mom, so she locked the door and walked towards the village entrance with the kerosene lamp.
...
When Liang Hongi was almost at the village entrance, the sky was already black, there were no streetlights, and the path was pitch dark, relying only on a bit of moonlight, she walked towards the village.
She hadn’t walked far before hearing the ringing sound behind her.
This sound was most familiar to Liang Hongi, it was the sound of a bicycle.
In their village, only Ye Qing’s house and the village chief’s house had one. When their family bought a bicycle back then, everyone in the village ca to marvel at it.
Thinking of the village chief made Liang Hongi nervous, she unconsciously lowered her head, hurried along the roadside, but still couldn’t avoid it.
"Yo, it’s Hongi,"
Sure enough, it was the village chief, Liang Hongi silently frowned, ignored him, and increased her pace, walking on her own towards the village.
Walking could never beat the most trendy bicycles nowadays.
Li Fugui pedaled a few tis with force, blocking Liang Hongi’s path.
"Hongi, what a coincidence, want to give you a ride?" Li Fugui said, wobbling as he got off the bike, a whiff of alcohol hitting her
Liang Hongi, seeing his deanor, knew he was drunk.
Hurriedly tried to pass him, ready to run forward. Who knew Li Fugui raised his hand and grabbed her.
"Hongi, why are you running? It’s pitch black, not a soul on the road. Isn’t it perfect?" Li Fugui chuckled drunkenly.
"Perfect my ass," Liang Hongi jerked her hand away, glaring angrily at him.
"Hehe, your Lin Guozhi hasn’t wanted you for so many years, I don’t believe you can endure the loneliness."
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