Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 114 Cotton Coat_1

Chapter 114: Chapter 114 Cotton Coat_1

Of course, all this wage was funded through the village head’s collection efforts in both the town and the county. The village head had promised to pay Nan Feng double the usual rate as compensation for her lost working hours during this period.

The mountain songs continued to echo around, and when the lyrics "Golden flowers, silver flowers are not my love, I only love good talents" were sung, the wild brother who had just left returned, clutching a grey quilted jacket in his hand.

Nan Feng could not help but be surprised. Wasn’t this the same quilted jacket she had dried in the courtyard last night? Wild brother was certainly quick.

And despite the audience, Wild brother did not bother to explain. He just shoved the jacket into Nan Feng’s hands and then returned to watching the performance as if nothing had happened.

Once Nan Feng put on the quilted jacket, she felt warmed all over.

Everyone was focused on the performance, and no one was paying much attention to Nan Feng and Wild brother.

However, Mo Wenxuan, who was sitting next to Wild brother, saw everything very clearly.

These past two months, he had been involuntarily paying closer attention to Nan Feng. Regardless of where he was, he would always subconsciously search for her figure in the crowd.

She laughed and joked with Aqiu, occasionally pinched Sima Guangguang’s little face, and the warmth and smile she had on her face when distributing food to the villagers...

Once he had seen Nan Feng smoothing her hair by the side of Sunset lake.

It was after dinner, Nan Feng and Aqiu were cleaning up the pots and pans, but the wind on the mountain was so strong that it messed up her hair. Worried that the wind was blowing her hair into the food, she stepped aside and let her hair down, retying it with a hair tie.

Standing in the wind, her slim figure was silhouetted against the backdrop of the towering green mountains and the sunset lake. Amidst the green mountains and water, Nan Feng, with her red dress, radiated a distinguished charm.

Just observing this one action had kept Mo Wenxuan awake all night.

Lately, he had intentionally and unintentionally been observing Wild Brother’s rice bowl. Seeing that Wild Brother was served more meat and vegetables, a sudden wave of anger welled up within him.

Yet, he did not understand where this anger came from.

Now, Mo Wenxuan glanced at Nan Feng from the corner of his eye. He had noticed that her face had undergone changes every day: first the boils, then the papules, later the papules slowly turning into scars and becoming smaller. Now, there were no boils to be seen on Nan Feng’s face, only some bumps from the disappearing scars.

Although she still couldn’t exactly be called a beauty, compared to her previous face full of blemishes, she was much more attractive now.

In fact, she seemed more appealing than Aqiu and Zhou Dongdong.

While he was watching, his view suddenly got obstructed.

By a straw hat.

The straw hat of the Wild brother.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the tall Wild brother leaned forward slightly and completely blocked Mo Wenxuan’s view.

Mo Wenxuan reluctantly focused his attention back on the performance in front of him.

Finally, when the performance ended, it was time to distribute the money.

The villagers lined up one by one to take their money from the village chief.

"Wang Dazhuang, five hundred copper coins, Chen Zhu, five hundred copper coins, Sima Qian, three hundred copper coins..."

Those who got the money were overjoyed. Aqiu, who had helped in serving food, received two hundred copper coins and was so happy that she decided to go shopping in the town and buy some New Year goods.

Yes, the Spring Festival was just a few days away.

Nan Feng, Wild brother, and Mo Wenxuan were the last ones to go up. Because they had taken a lead in the activities, they got more money. How much more was kept a secret.

Nan Feng took the money from the village head, weighing it in her hand. In those days, the way to count money was by weight. She estimated that the weight of the bag should be around two thousand coins. She was quite satisfied.

After all, she was just running errands.