Who Does He Like?
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Dong Xiulan immediately reacted and slapped her forehead. âYes, yes, yes. Look at me. Yundong, come in and sit for a while.â
Gu Yundong followed him in and saw Uncle Zeng sitting in the courtyard.
And the man sitting opposite Uncle Zeng.
The voice she felt familiar with just now was from him.
âUncle Jiang is here too.â Gu Yundong smiled at Jiang Yongkang.
Dong Xiulan moved a stool for her to sit on and said, âBrother Jiang brought your Uncle Zeng back. Your Uncle Zeng just canât stay at home. His leg just recovered not long ago, and he couldnât sit still. He insisted on going to the fields early in the morning to take a look. In the end, he slipped and fell. Fortunately, Brother Jiang saw him and sent him back.â
Gu Yundong shifted her gaze to Zeng Huâs leg. âUncle Zengâs injuries have completely healed, right?â
âYes, when you left back then, he could already walk. He just cannot stand for too long and must rest once in a while when he walks. However, he couldnât stay idle and even ran into the ground. He must have suffered this time, right?â
Dong Xiulan glared at Zeng Hu.
Zeng Hu rubbed his head and hurriedly turned to talk to Jiang Yongkang.
Gu Yundong took a look at the Zeng family. The Zeng family had changed a lot recently. The chair under them had been replaced.
Gu Yundong felt a sense of accomplishment when she saw that the family that had helped her in the past was getting better and better.
On the other side, Jiang Yongkang left without saying anything. As soon as he left, Gu Yundong asked curiously, âDidnât Uncle Jiang recover from his illness long ago? Why is he still in the village and hasnât returned to town?â
Because of what he had done to Shen Sitian previously, Gu Yundong tried her best to keep a distance from Jiang Yongkang.
Dong Xiulan replied as she picked the vegetables, âHe said that he went back, but after staying for two days, he was uncomfortable because his grandson started crying in the middle of the night again. Anyway, he likes Yongfu Village. It doesnât matter if he stays for a few more days. Heâll go back when his grandson is older and wonât cry so badly.â
âIs that so?â Gu Yundong felt that this reason was not very valid.
Dong Xiulan nodded. Soon, her attention was no longer on Jiang Yongkang. âBy the way, Yundong, what do you think about me sending Zeng Jia to school?â
Zeng Jia was ten years old. Dong Xiulan and Zeng Hu felt that their familyâs situation was better now. They wanted to grit their teeth and send him to school. It was good to recognize a few words.
Gu Yundong agreed. âOf course.â
âSigh, Iâm just worried about which school to send him to,â Dong Xiulan said. âThere are only two schools in town. One requires a lot of money. Thereâs the other school. Last time, you said that the teacher didnât allow students to work in the fields, so I canât send him over. The county city is too far, and the tuition fees are high.â
Gu Yundong thought for a moment. âUncle and Aunt, do you want Zeng Jia to take the Imperial Examination?â
âNo, it wonât be easy. Our family isnât that well-off. Besides, our two children arenât as good at studying as Yunshu. We want to send them to learn some calligraphy so that they can easily find jobs in the future. Unlike us, who canât read and can only do the hard labor.â
âAunt, you donât have to be so self-deprecating. How about this? Iâll ask around for you and discuss it with you later.â
Dong Xiulan and her husband immediately became happy. âHey, then, weâll have to trouble you, Yundong.â
âItâs not troublesome. Auntie, go ahead. Iâll go back first. My parents should be anxious if they canât find me.â
âAlright, alright, alright. Donât be hasty.â After Gu Yundong left, Dong Xiulan exclaimed, âDid she just say Father and Mother? Where did she get a father?â
When Gu Yundong walked out of the Zeng familyâs door, she suddenly stopped and narrowed her eyes.
Jiang Yongkang? Back then, did he really fancy Shen Sitian?