Rebirth in Famine: She Thrives by Lucky Space
Chapter 129 feels hurt

Chapter 129: 129 feels hurt

"Let’s go back, we need to take some things with us."

"Oh, then I’ll just go back myself tomorrow and come back with you on Sunday."

Is it really that easy for the team leader to have time? Isn’t it a long shift, not a three-shift rotation?

Jiang Xinyu waited for Wang Ailing to get off work so she could ride her home together. In the afternoon, Jiang Xinyu specially got an extra three steamed buns, and even though they would be hot, they wouldn’t go bad. The two drank malted milk and had dinner.

"Xinyu, I’ll clean the bike this time."

"Sure, this bike belongs to Director Wei. He left it at my place first. We need to keep it well-preserved."

"Maybe I shouldn’t ride it?"

"No worries. Let’s go, or it’ll be too late."

When the two arrived back at the village, it was already past ten o’clock. Jiang Xinyu appointed herself to fetch water, boil it, and clean up a bit, lying down only close to midnight.

No one came over in the morning; she only got up at nine, awakened by hunger, gnawing on a greasy pork knuckle until she felt comfortable.

The crops in the yard were doing well, with the peanut stalks lush and green, and the squashes climbing over the fence. It was a pleasant sight.

At this hour, the sun was too strong, so Jiang Xinyu returned inside to tidy up, and it had been a month since the last time she delivered grain. She aired out the place and wiped it down inside and out.

At noon, Wang Ailing invited her over for lunch.

"Xinyu, today my sister-in-law is coming over for lunch, why don’t you come by and see her."

Jiang Xinyu shook her head, "I’m not going, I’m too lazy to move, you go ahead and help."

She had a steamed bun for lunch, lay down, listened to the radio and fell asleep.

Upon waking in the afternoon, she pulled up all the weeds in the yard. As she went out to discard them, she ran into Kong Mengjie.

"Xinyu, want to chat at your place?"

"Sure, what time did you arrive?"

"Around noon."

"Kong Mengjie, would you like some water?"

"No thanks." She eyed the lush green crops in the yard. "Xinyu, aren’t you growing vegetables?"

"Growing vegetables is hard to manage, it’s safer to grow grain. Honestly, the fear of hunger is real. By the way, what did you want to chat about?"

"Xinyu, now that you’re in a leadership role at the textile factory, could you help arrange a transfer to the office for me? Or just move me out of the workshop, it’s too hot."

"Kong Mengjie, I know your character, you’re ambitious and capable, and it’s understandable that you want to climb the ranks, but I don’t have the power to help you.

You might see me thriving now, but I can tell you it’s earned with blood and sweat.

Frankly speaking, I lack roots here, and I might not even know as many people in the textile factory as you do.

Keep working hard yourself. You’ve become a team leader; how far can you be from becoming a full leader? I have faith in you."

Kong Mengjie squinted thoughtfully at Jiang Xinyu’s words. Yes, neither of them have strong foundations; if they want to stand out, they must rely on themselves.

Wang Ailing had become regular because of her hard work and endurance, but she’d be a textile worker all her life. Jiang Xinyu became an office director because she spoke of life-and-death experiences.

And what about herself? Does she still want to continue being with Huang Hongwei?

Now she understands, with things as they are, there is no difference between once and ten times. Depending on others is not as good as depending on oneself.

Kong Mengjie came to realize this, smiled at Jiang Xinyu, "I get it, I will strive myself. No matter the method used, achieving one’s purpose is the ultimate victory."

Jiang Xinyu was a bit surprised, what did the heroine mean by that?

The words of comfort she had ready remained unsaid. She’s an adult now, with a mindset more mature than her own; what right does she have to advise others?

"Kong Mengjie, I wish you success!"

"Thank you, I certainly will."

After sending off the heroine, Jiang Xinyu decided to visit Zhou Lihong. She wondered how the three siblings were doing.

It was just the time when everyone returned from the fields, and they all greeted Jiang Xinyu, something that never happened before.

She arrived at the Zhou Family’s door, which was locked from the outside, indicating they hadn’t returned yet.

She didn’t insist on meeting them, but instead wandered down to the foot of the hill. Wondering if last year’s yam patch had grown this year. She figured the hard-working Wang Family would certainly not leave it empty.

"Jiang Xinyu."

"I just came from your place, didn’t expect to meet you here."

"Sis, you chat with Sister Xinyu, I’ll go prepare dinner." Zhou Lili left with her brother.

"Why are you looking for me?"

"It’s nothing, just checking on you guys. By the way, did you three receive the grain allocation last time?"

"Yes, I got fourteen pounds, and each of them got ten pounds. But the money will be deducted from my end-of-year work credits."

"That’s normal. How are the crops this year?"

Zhou Lihong shook her head, "There will definitely be a decrease, but if we don’t hand over any public grain, it should suffice for everyone to manage until next spring."

"Alright, I shouldn’t hold you up. You’ve had a tiring day." Seeing Zhou Lihong calm and composed, Jiang Xinyu felt reassured.

She wandered around briefly, returned home still a bit hungry, had some milk, ate a slice of cake, and then lay down to rest.

Early Sunday, she got up, fetched water and watered the peanuts in the yard again.

In truth, she didn’t know the village head had already issued an order prohibiting the use of well water for irrigation, fearing there wouldn’t be enough drinking water.

Wang Ailing didn’t have time to come by either. She’s a hard-working girl, needing to do labor for the team these days.

The whole village had no one idle except her, with the children tagging along with the adults to pull weeds.

The three of them left after dinner, so cycling was more comfortable.

Kong Mengjie envied Wang Ailing’s ability to ride a bike very much. As for Jiang Xinyu, it wasn’t that she didn’t envy her or feel jealous, but people are peculiar that way; knowing that an unattainable presence lay ahead, even envy and jealousy seemed inappropriate.

She very much wanted to learn cycling, but knew this was certainly not Wang Ailing’s bike.

The requests she made to Jiang Xinyu were never approved, except for work matters.

She figured it was not worth it, even if she asked, it would be refused.

They arrived at the textile factory a little after eight, and Wang Ailing returned the bike.

Time flew by, and it was almost the end of September. During a meeting, Jiang Xinyu brought up the issue of year-end employee benefits.

Her proposal received unanimous consent, so it was approved.

She made a phone call, and the next day confirmed with the village head about the year-end haul. The largest order was for shrimp skins, totaling 25,000 pounds, with the meeting approving two pounds of shrimp skins per person.

She was resting in her room at noon when the phone rang.

"Hello, Jiang Xinyu speaking!"

"Xinyu, I’m setting off for the textile factory tomorrow."

Wei Kaiyun heard the voice he’d been longing for, and all dissatisfaction with Jiang Xinyu dissipated. It was no longer her fault for not contacting him.

"Also, Old Yang is joining us."

Jiang Xinyu felt aggrieved but wasn’t inclined to show it, so she replied calmly that she knew, then hung up the phone.

The two of them, having a relationship but never meeting, had grown quite distant.