Transmigration: On the Gossip Front
Chapter 842 - 843: 1960s Quadrangle Courtyard 91

Chapter 842: Chapter 843: 1960s Quadrangle Courtyard 91

Zhang Yu came home with lunch, and as soon as she entered the door, Zhang Li was very excited, "Xu Damao is getting divorced."

"Qin Huairu is also getting divorced."

"After they get divorced, they’re going to get married."

"Sis, what do you make of this?" Zhang Li felt there was definitely something dubious about it, but her little brain still couldn’t quite grasp the reason.

"Neither of them is innocent."

"Both are no good." If it weren’t for Xu Damao asking for it, could Qin Huairu have manipulated him?

"This is not bad, Qin Huairu can stay and live in the city." But as for what her life will be like afterward, Zhang Yu really isn’t optimistic.

"That’s true." Zhang Li nodded, "Anyway, let them live their lives, and we’ll live ours."

"Sis, I noticed the vegetables on the balcony are getting quite big now." Zhang Li is now very concerned about the vegetables up there.

As long as the vegetables at home are well tended, not only can it save money, but we can also eat fresh veggies.

She goes to the vegetable market every morning to buy produce, but the vegetables she buys are often disappointing and look unappealing.

But there’s no helping it, there’s only so much available at the market, and if you don’t buy, you get nothing.

"We planted them late this year, next year, we could plant some loofah seedlings underneath."

Loofah seedlings are a great thing; if taken good care of, you can rely solely on loofahs throughout the summer.

Of course, we should also plant some tomatoes, which we can eat as fruit or cook with the loofahs.

"Great." Zhang Li expressed enthusiastically, promising to take good care of the garden, "Sis, Third Master is also something, why insist on planting flowers? It would be much better to plant vegetables."

Growing vegetables not only provides food but also a pleasing sight, something Zhang Li thinks is many times better than growing flowers.

Hearing Zhang Li’s grumbling, Zhang Yule laughed, "If his family were to grow veggies, they would yield absolutely nothing; haven’t you forgotten when our family also used to grow vegetables in the yard—did we ever get to eat any?"

"If it weren’t for fencing off the yard, our family would be in the same boat."

If everyone passing by helped themselves to a few, how could anything be left after a while?

"And haven’t you noticed, the flowers at the Yan’s are often changed." Although they’re always in the same pots and look more or less the same.

Having observed for a long time, Zhang Yu could assert that those flowers at their place really do get changed often.

As for where those flowers go, that’s a matter for speculation.

"Besides, he always goes out fishing whenever he’s free, do you really think he comes back empty-handed?" A person who is always calculating, how could he keep going fishing with so few catches and still persist?

"Fishing only takes time and effort, but riding a bike out, wouldn’t that wear out the tires?"

"Also, doesn’t biking require strength? Biking exhausts more energy, which means eating more food, isn’t this a bigger waste compared to just lying at home?"

Zhang Li had never considered these aspects before, and hearing Zhang Yu’s explanation today truly astounded her, "Sis, you mean he, he..."

"Of course, these are just my speculations; whether it’s actually like this, I don’t know."

Zhang Yu really didn’t know, but she felt her line of reasoning wasn’t wrong – a person who is always scheming would never engage in a losing deal.

Zhang Li felt certain that Zhang Yu had guessed right, "Third Master is such a calculating person, it’s quite possible that’s really the case."

Yan Fugui, who has been coming out to fish frequently since the vacation, looked at the fish in the bucket with pure joy.

Today’s catch is really good; he plans to keep one fish to improve the meal at home. It’s been a month without meat, and one needs to eat something decent, or else it will affect health. Going to the hospital for illness is even more expensive.

Yan Fugui, who was doing various calculations in his head, suddenly couldn’t help but yawn several times, "What’s going on."

Why would he sneeze when he’s perfectly fine? Yan Fugui puts on the shirt he brought, "It’s colder near the river; can’t afford to catch a cold."

Otherwise, it would hinder making money, not to mention having to spend on medicine. Yan Fugui, happy about the good catch in the past few days, plans to fish well for a few days to try and earn more money.

The kids at home are not young anymore; they need houses to get married, which is a big issue.

He thinks the Zhang Family did a nice job renovating their house, planning to do the same with his, and then the houses for his three sons’ marriages would be sorted.

Yan Fugui thinks he’s really clever, coming up with such a good solution.

"Still, they need to increase their living expenses." Yan Fugui inquired around and found out that building an attic is truly not cheap, requiring a lot of materials, which distressed his frugal heart.

"Can’t have too many children." Yan Fugui felt that Zhang Hao was very right; having too many children is not good.

Raising children requires money, and when they grow up, marriage will need money too, which troubles him.

Yan Fugui is preoccupied with how to make more money.

Fishing is a decent way to earn money, but it’s really not stable. Yan Fugui decides he needs to think further about how to earn more money.

"Should I introduce a match to Zhang Yu?" Originally, he thought to introduce his eldest son to Zhang Yu, but then he felt that this girl was too assertive and his son would not be a match for her.

After much thought, Yan Fugui realized there was no suitable candidate, so he could only sigh helplessly. Such a great opportunity to make money slipped away, which is infuriating.

Zhang Yu, unaware that Yan Fugui was discussing earning a matchmaker’s red envelope from her, felt quite relaxed at work today and in a much better mood.

"This weekend, I’ll take you to the park for a stroll." Ever since arriving here, she had not gone out to properly explore Capital City of the 60s.

Back then, she planned to go out and see before the wind rose and while many buildings were still preserved, to record Capital City of the 60s with her paintbrush.

If possible, she would of course prefer to record it with a camera.

Unfortunately, in this era, privately owning a camera is an even more formidable existence than a three-turn single-sound radio,

Anyone she shows it to on the street would likely report her in droves.

To live well, she’d better keep a low profile. She can record just as well with her eyes and then draw it out on paper when she gets home.

Zhang Yu never imagined that the sudden thought she had would change her destiny that followed.

Meanwhile, Zhang Li has no idea what is awaiting her. Hearing Zhang Yu say she would take her out this weekend made the young girl very happy.

"Sis, are you really taking me out this weekend?"

"Aren’t you working overtime on the weekend?" The young girl is worried that come Saturday night, she’ll be told that there’s overtime work tomorrow, and she won’t be able to go out and have fun.

Although she’s a big kid and won’t fuss about having to go out, there would still be some disappointment.

"No overtime."

"And don’t even mention the word ’overtime’ to me," Zhang Yu said fiercely, "I don’t want to hear it."

"I hate overtime."