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Yezhi was groggily awakened by Xiao Fang's urgent call, annoyed as she logged into her consciousness.
Dulisa appeared in the starry sky, lightly brushing her red hair and wrapped in a short towel. The vibrant scene before Yezhi jolted her awake, and she blinked her almond-shaped eyes, greedily admiring the beauty, "Oh! Such long legs, such smooth skin, such a voluptuous chest..."
"Dear Yezhi, put away that lewd gaze of yours, or I'll poke your eyes out!" Yezhi scoffed dismissively; Dulisa's threat lacked force, and she didn't take it seriously.
"Sister Du, I am simply captivated by your beauty, I can't help myself!"
"Why are you like those filthy men? What I have, you also have!" Dulisa crossed her long beautiful legs and complained lightly.
Yezhi stretched her neck and shouted, "Wrong, wrong, wrong! I don't have your beauty; my skin isn't as fair as yours, my legs aren't as long, and my chest..." Yezhi looked down with deep sorrow at her rapidly shrinking chest since discovering the allure of a slender figure.
"Hehe! Dear Yezhi, your honesty is truly adorable!" Dulisa smiled with her silver eyes, sweeping away her gloomy mood. Yezhi pouted: flattering you is cute. "Busy person, how come you have time to chat with Sister today?" This question opened Dulisa's floodgates; she began to recount Xianruipu's various misdeeds on set. "Facing him is torture every second; a scene that should be simple— the director didn't say it was bad— he just keeps complaining. I can endure him touching my delicate hand three times; that's my limit!"
"Then just run away!"
"I won't run! If he touches me again, I'm afraid I'll lose control and spit at him in public; that would ruin my image!" Dulisa smoothed her half-dry red hair. Yezhi asked in confusion, "Sister Du, why do you dislike Xianruipu so much?"
If Yezhi had known that asking this question would lead to a sleepless night listening to Dulisa vent about her repeated defeats against Xianruipu from childhood to now, she would never have asked. Unfortunately, hindsight is priceless!
In the morning, after receiving the Cosmic Express, Yezhi, feeling drained and sporting panda eyes, floated into the classroom. Zhang Ling leaned in with concern to ask about her well-being. Before she could respond, Teacher He walked into the classroom, "Good morning, class!"
That day passed in a haze for Yezhi. She couldn't remember what she had for lunch or dinner or how she returned to the Lin family; it was as if she had amnesia.
Perhaps due to age, after staying up late, Yezhi took several days to recover and gradually adapted to life in the Lin family. Xiaobinzi finally added some tables and chairs to the home after Yezhi moved in. In the small courtyard, she planted seeds of Winter Beauty, and the Energy Stone for purifying water was submerged in the large water tank in the kitchen, where the aroma of food wafted through the air. However, Xiaobinzi usually left early and returned late, so the two rarely had time to meet. It was impossible for them to have meals together unless they specifically coordinated it, so Yezhi had to reserve a portion of food for him in the pot.
"Yezhi, are you home?" Just as she finished speaking, there was a hurried knock at the door.
Yezhi was washing clothes; her hands were red and swollen from the cold tap water. She wiped her hands on her clothes and opened the door.
"Ah! Uncle Zhang, it's you! Please come in!"
Zhang Dechang, also known as Zhang Dou's Dad, walked into the Lin family's small courtyard. Yezhi led him to sit in the main room and poured a cup of water from the kettle, placing it on the table. "Uncle Zhang, have some water!"
Zhang Dechang had just heard from Zhang Ling that Yezhi was living with the Lin family, which he found inappropriate at first. However, Zhang Dou said that many people rented houses in this county town. Hai Tao rented a house; what was wrong with Yezhi renting one? Accepting this new idea, Zhang Dechang kept his thoughts to himself.
Zhang Dechang chuckled and exclaimed, "Finally got a stool to sit on at the Lin family!" Yezhi smiled and nodded repeatedly. "What brings you here, Uncle Zhang?"
"Yezhi, tomorrow is Sunday; I thought we could go visit your village!" Inspired by Yezhi, Zhang Dechang had developed a strong desire to promote rice cultivation. After discussions with county leaders and receiving unanimous agreement, he was eager to visit Zhoujiatun to learn from their experiences.
"Sure! Our Zhoujiatun is very hospitable. Uncle Zhang, I'll go back with you!" Yezhi had planned to return to Zhoujiatun on Sunday anyway; she missed home and now had a reason to skip class and stay home for a couple more days since there were developments regarding the rice bran oil extraction equipment.
The next morning, Yezhi stood at the Zhang family's door with a large bundle. "Sister Yezi, you're not going back? You shouldn't come if you're not taking your clothes," Zhang Ling said while trying to pull the bundle from her hands.
"Sister, it's not clothes; stop pulling! Let go!" Before Yezhi could finish her sentence, a pack of Big Front Door cigarettes fell to the ground. Then with a crash, everything inside the bundle scattered everywhere.
"Yezhi, what's this?" Zhang Dechang was also surprised; what fell on the ground wasn't cheap. The cigarettes were Big Front Door brand, the liquor was Lao Bai Gan, and there were candies wrapped in beautiful wrappers labeled Milk Candy. As Yezhi picked them up, she replied, "The candies are for the kids in the village; the cigarettes and liquor are for honoring our uncles and aunts!" The cigarettes and liquor were fine, but Milk Candy was something Yezhi bought with grain tickets and money; she couldn't bear to eat it all herself and saved it for Aunt Zhou and the kids to taste. Uncle Zhang and Aunt exchanged smiles filled with affection and admiration for Yezhi.
After finishing packing up the items, a green Small Jeep stopped in front of the Zhang Family's house, and a young man got out from the driver's seat.
"Secretary Zhang!"
Yezhi recognized the Jeep and its license plate; it was familiar. It turned out that Zhang Dou had driven this very vehicle to their village last time. She had wondered why the police department wasn't using a sidecar motorcycle but instead arrived in a Jeep.
After waving goodbye to her aunt and sister, Yezhi got into the Jeep with Uncle Zhang. The vehicle moved down the street and soon stopped in front of a Tile House, where a lean middle-aged man got into the Jeep.
"Yezhi, let me introduce you to Director Yu from the County Agricultural Bureau. He’s coming with me to your village," Uncle Zhang said. Yezhi immediately extended her hand, "Welcome! With Director Yu in our village, he surely won't want to leave." After shaking hands with Yezhi, Director Yu cheerfully asked, "Why is that?"
"Hehe, our Zhoujiatun has great mountains and water; we grow not only crops but also miracles!" The seeds are top-notch extraterrestrial quality, and the rice fields are enhanced with Druba Energy Stone Powder. This is unique on Earth; outsiders may not understand, but insiders surely know their value.
"Old Zhang, this young girl is quite humorous." Director Yu, who had seen much in his life, was genuinely intrigued by Yezhi's confident words.
The Jeep bumped along the rugged mountain road for over seven hours before finally arriving at the small bridge leading into Zhoujiatun. Yezhi couldn't wait to open the car door and jumped out of the Jeep.
Taking a deep breath of the familiar air, she heard a muffled roar accompanied by thudding footsteps. Yezhi shouted excitedly as she saw a plump figure rushing towards her: "Black Treasure!"
Black Treasure barked joyfully and tightly hugged Yezhi. With tears glistening in its little black eyes, Yezhi embraced Black Treasure back while exclaiming, "Black Treasure, I missed you so much! Were you good at home?" Black Treasure seemed to understand Yezhi's words and nodded continuously.
Zhang Dechang, Director Yu, and the young man driving, Sun Comrade, all stared in astonishment at this scene before them.
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