Chapter 59: Chapter 59: Anything Can Happen in a Dream

Zheng Siqi and the other two returned, and the Robinson Crusoe Point had already steamed a new batch of cornbread. Everyone had eaten and was busy with their own affairs.

Only Kong Lijuan waited in the kitchen. Upon seeing Zheng Siqi, her eyes lit up, and she quickly stood up to lift the pot lid, “Brother Zheng, the cornbread is ready, come and eat!”

This “Brother Zheng” almost made the three of them faint. Dai Yifeng paused in his steps and looked at Zheng Siqi for a good laugh, seeing his face almost dripping with displeasure, he nearly choked himself.

Chen Dewen, with a mischievous attitude, also said, “Brother Zheng, hurry up, the cornbread will get cold soon!”

Zheng Siqi glared at him. Kong Lijuan’s little thoughts had been seen through, leaving her both shy and full of expectation, standing like a young wife by the stove, her face as red as an autumn persimmon, uneasily twisting her fingers.

“We’re not close, and you’re not my sister. You’d better call me Comrade Zheng in the future to avoid misunderstandings.” Zheng Siqi took out his cornbread from the pot but didn’t eat it, heading straight to his room.

Kong Lijuan’s tears welled up and she bolted out of the Robinson Crusoe Point. The night outside was growing darker, the nearby mountains loomed like crouching beasts in the night, with vague wolf howls echoing.

She didn’t dare go far, standing at the crossroads, shame and resentment tormenting her heart like demons, her hatred for Xu Qinghuan reaching its peak.

If it weren’t for Xu Qinghuan, she wouldn’t have been humiliated in front of so many people, wouldn’t have lost a hundred yuan, and definitely wouldn’t have left such a bad impression on Zheng Siqi right off the bat.

She knew Zheng Siqi’s family conditions must be excellent, judging from his fine shirt and leather shoes, and his distinctive temperament.

Such a person is bound to have opportunities to return to the city in the future.

Jiang Xingye, tasked with building a house for the three male Robinsons, didn’t say much. With a simple “Hmm,” he washed his clothes in the moonlight, hung them to dry in the yard, and went to sleep.

The night enveloped the mountains and forest, the silver moonlight bathed the earth, and he walked alone in the perilous forest, with the roars of beasts sounding nearby.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of water, followed by a familiar silver-bell-like laughter, its crispness like a yellow oriole, its melodiousness like a nightingale, so pleasant it made his blood boil.

He followed the sound quickly and saw a delicate figure in the hot spring pool, her body in the water, the silver moonlight draping over her creamy skin like a veil, wet hair floating on the water like drifting seaweed.

She smiled at him, her eyes wet like a deer’s, her cute nose petite, crescent-shaped lips seemingly inviting sin.

She’s a fairy of the mountains and forests!

Jiang Xingye lunged at her uncontrollably, holding her in his arms, pressing her against his body…

Amidst the urgent breaths, Jiang Xingye woke up, finding a wet patch beneath him.

He closed his eyes in frustration, the scenes from the dream replaying vividly in his mind, every detail so clear, the passion rippling in his chest, burning him with a fire impossible to quell.

The moonlight still poured over the world like water.

Seemingly mocking his overreach.

She was the radiant sun of the heavens, the bright moon of the sky, an existence he could not aspire to.

From the first glance, he knew there was a chasm between them, impossible to bridge.

Jiang Xingye took a deep breath, unable to sleep again, got up to wash the sheets and pants in a basin, scrubbing desperately, as if trying to erase the lingering desires from his mind, the lingering pleasure from his body.

Early the next morning, Jiang Xingye heated up and ate some dumplings, then went to the brigade headquarters.

The brigade leader was assigning tasks. Since it wasn’t planting or harvest season, they weren’t forcing everyone to labor, but in those days everyone was very poor, food rations were little, and without work, one could only be half-full. More work points meant more food.

So, without the need for mobilization or persuasion, everyone eagerly worked.

After assigning all the tasks, the brigade leader led Jiang Xingye and the three other Robinsons to the Robinson Crusoe Point to find a spot for building the house.

Behind the Robinson Crusoe Point was a garden. The vegetable field wasn’t well tended, but however bad it was, it couldn’t occupy the vegetable field for the housing plot.

Finally, they measured out the space for three rooms in the northwest corner, less than a hundred square meters in total, for Chen Dewen and the others to build houses.

If more Robinsons came and needed to build houses, another row could be added behind.

A door could be left on the courtyard wall for them to enter and exit from the west side, not having to go through the front door.

After all was settled, Chen Dewen and the three each handed over forty-eight yuan to build the house.

Upon stepping out, Jiang Xingye saw Xu Qinghuan, his heart flustered, his face expressionless, and Xu Qinghuan, oblivious, smiled and greeted the brigade leader.

“Comrade Xu, where are you going so early?” Jiang Baohua, holding a cigarette pipe, asked.

“Going to the commune to buy some food!” Xu Qinghuan, worried others would criticize her for not resting properly at home, explained quickly, “The doctor is concerned about post-recovery, told me to eat well, so I’m planning to buy some refined grains.”

Jiang Baohua was entrusted with looking after her, as long as Xu Qinghuan didn’t starve, he wouldn’t force her to labor, and he waved dismissively, “Go on, go on, stay safe!”

Jiang Xingye paused in his steps, and Jiang Baohua left, he quickly followed, hearing Xu Qinghuan’s voice behind, “Have you settled the house building task?”

Chen Dewen said, “Yes, it’s settled!”

“That’s good, when will construction start?” Xu Qinghuan asked again.

Jiang Xingye almost acted faster than he could think, quickly spinning, “You three come with me, there’s a detail not yet settled.”

“Oh, okay!”

The three quickly waved goodbye to Xu Qinghuan and followed him into the brigade headquarters, hearing Jiang Xingye ask, “Any requirements for the house structure?”

This wasn’t just a detail, this was a major issue!

Xu Qinghuan rode a bullock cart to the commune; Yu Xiaomin had made breakfast that morning, serving up some corn porridge. Arriving at the commune, Xu Qinghuan was hungry and the commune canteen was still open.

Today they served wontons, buns, fried dough sticks, soybean milk, steamed buns, spring noodles, and more.

The variety was quite plentiful.

Xu Qinghuan packed two bowls of wontons, five fried dough sticks, a pound of steamed buns, ate one bowl of wontons, and a fried dough stick herself.

They weren’t like the gutter oil-fried sticks of the future, nor did they have any additives, the sticks were golden-crisp, crispy on the outside, soft on the inside, accompanying the chicken soup wontons, every bite full of satisfaction and joy.

Enjoying a leisurely breakfast in the restaurant, relishing the quiet time, was something Xu Qinghuan could never have imagined in her previous life.

She left the state-owned restaurant, walked into a quiet alleyway, and packed the food into a space. Suddenly, a package was thrown from the other side of the courtyard wall, aiming at her head.

Xu Qinghuan cursed inwardly, hurriedly dodged, and heard a clang as the package hit the ground and burst open.

A square box of agarwood poked a corner out of the bundle.

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