Educated Youth in the Countryside: She is the Village's Embroidery Queen!-Chapter 300: Should I Be Angry?

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Chapter 300: Chapter 300: Should I Be Angry?

So those things his comrades sent won’t last long.

Yi Chichi nodded in understanding and asked how much support he wanted to give.

Wen Shi thought for a moment and then earnestly said, "Honey, before answering this question, I need to tell you a harsh reality."

"Go ahead."

"The money and tickets we lent to Xiao Ba, he most likely can’t pay back."

Yi Chichi was aware of this, "We weren’t expecting it back."

It’s not that they doubted Wen Shi’s comrade’s character, but rather, the environment Xiao Ba was in was just too poor.

He’s disabled, from a poverty-stricken mountainous area that only got out of poverty ten years later, and his wife’s situation isn’t great either. After the child is born, they’ll have to raise it. Nowadays, it’s not like later times when you can go out and work.

It’s incredibly difficult to even leave the house, with inconvenient transportation on one hand, and without an introduction letter and other documents, you’d be caught as a vagrant.

Going out to earn money?

Don’t even think about it.

The mountains aren’t like the plains with a lot of farmland. Venturing into the mountains for hunting and selling game on the black market could be a way, but with Xiao Ba injured, that path is also blocked.

With dead ends everywhere, pushing him to death wouldn’t yield money for repayment.

"Let’s first help their family get through their current difficulties."

Sighing, Yi Chichi gently said, "It’s tough for everyone, we are doing alright, so if we can help, we should help."

We can’t let the warriors who protect our nation shed both blood and tears.

Wen Shi took a deep breath, feeling a warmth in his chest, a sense of being moved flowing through his heart. He thanked her hoarsely, praising, "Honey, you’re really great."

"I know I’m good, so you should cherish blessings and be good to me as well."

Yi Chichi seized the opportunity to impress upon him the memory of being good to her, leaving Wen Shi in a mix of tears and laughter, "I remember."

He dared not treat her poorly.

He feared that one day, if his wife hypnotized him, it would be disastrous.

So, this topic ended here.

After getting ready for bed at night, Yi Chichi opened the cookie tin where they kept their money and tickets, counted out ten banknotes, and checked the tickets again, somewhat worried, "What will we do without national grain tickets?"

Regional grain and sugar tickets wouldn’t be of any use to Xiao Ba even if they were sent to him.

Wen Shi, however, was quite calm, "No worries, I’ll go exchange the tickets at the logistics department."

This was doable.

The logistics department handled a lot, including military expense applications, allocation, budgeting, procurement, and support for various needs.

And tickets were part of procurement support.

"We have thirty-five pounds of grain tickets left, twenty pounds for rice, fifteen pounds for wheat flour, is it okay to give him twenty-five pounds?"

Wen Shi didn’t rush to answer but asked her, "Do you have enough to eat?"

Yi Chichi calculated, "Both of us have enough, and you’ll soon receive your allowance and tickets again."

"Then twenty-five pounds it is."

He then asked, "Do we still have sugar tickets?"

"Only two ounces of brown sugar tickets left."

Yi Chichi felt a bit embarrassed, "I used up most of the sugar tickets when I bought those White Rabbit candies for you before." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"We need to exchange for some sugar tickets."

Having red sugar is necessary for nourishing the body after childbirth, and with Xiao Ba’s situation, he wouldn’t have the means to get sugar tickets even if you sold him.

Upon hearing this, Yi Chichi took out twenty yuan, "Since we’re going to support them, let’s also exchange for some meat tickets. Helping his wife recover well is more important than anything."

At this point, she remembered something, "What’s his wife’s family like?"

Hopefully, they’re not a bunch of leeches trying to take everything away. Otherwise, their efforts would be in vain.

That kind of outcome would make her furious.

"She doesn’t have a family."

"Huh?"

"Xiao Ba’s wife was an abandoned child, found by his mother in Wolf Valley while gathering wood in the mountains. When she saw it was a living baby girl, she took her home for Xiao Ba as a wife."

"A child bride."

"... Basically. Though she was called a child bride, she was treated more like a daughter. According to Xiao Ba, his parents treated his sister better than him."

"Xiao Ba didn’t rebel?"

"No, the young couple grew up together and were quite fond of each other."

Rightly so.

If their relationship wasn’t good, they wouldn’t have gotten married and had children despite Xiao Ba’s disability.

So, Yi Chichi handed him the money and tickets, "Get it all sorted and sent to them as soon as possible."

"Alright."

Wen Shi took and counted the money, realizing his wife was truly generous, giving away a hundred and twenty just like that.

"No need to give so much."

He put seven banknotes back in the box, "Fifty is enough. Sending too much will burden him, making him unable to eat or sleep well."

"Do as you see fit."

After all, she was just responsible for providing the money, enabling Mr. Wen to wholeheartedly serve the country and himself, leaving the discretion to him.

Wen Shi responded, placing the money and tickets in the pocket of the clothes he planned to wear the next day. He then pulled the blanket over Yi Chichi and said, "Honey, let’s sleep."

In the blink of an eye, Yi Chichi’s unsaid words were stifled back.

And Wen Shi became the carefree little kite, drifting without boundaries.

The next day, Yi Chichi got up with a sore waist. After breakfast, she sat at the door gazing blankly at the blue sky, eventually retreating inside to start work, unable to bear the sun any longer.

Just after three in the afternoon, Zhang Xin came over.

Looking quite unhappy.

Yi Chichi wondered, ... did she have a fight with Old He?

"Not working today?"

"Got off work already."

Zhang Xin took the mint tea Yi Chichi handed her and downed it in one gulp. Luckily, it was brewed mint water that had been left to cool, or else with her drinking approach, she would have ended up scalded or choked.

"Another cup, please."

Yi Chichi twitched her mouth and refilled her cup, "Did your house run out of water that you came over to drink one cup after another in my house?"

"Don’t mention it, I had a fight with Old He."

Oh dear, they really fought.

"Why’s that?"

Zhang Xin angrily recounted the event, blaming He Yunsong for foolishly sending money and tickets back to his uncle’s in the village...

"Wait, where did he get an uncle?"

Yi Chichi, sensing something wrong, quickly interrupted her, "Old Wen said he was raised on handouts from everybody. You’re sure he sent money and tickets to his uncle?"

"He did grow up on handouts, but that doesn’t stop him from having an uncle, although it’s an uncle from beyond the five degrees of kinship."

Understood, they’re of the same clan, tracing back a few generations to the same ancestor.

Technically speaking, they are relatives.

"Does his uncle’s family treat him well?"

"Just like any other villagers."

Yi Chichi responded, "You’re upset that he sent all the money and tickets away?"

"That’s not why I’m upset..."

There’s no point in being upset over this, as long as it’s not used recklessly, she can accept it.

"I’m mad that he didn’t discuss it with me first and just acted on his own."

Zhang Xin fumed, "I only found out today when I needed money and realized we only had a few dollars left at home."

"Shouldn’t I be upset?"

She looked for agreement with her.

Yi Chichi supported her, "You should be angry. If it were me, I’d give him a couple of shots."

However, "Why does his uncle’s family need so much money?"

He Yunsong’s rank was a bit lower than Wen Shi’s, though their allowances were similar, especially if there was extra compensation for a mission that month.