Rich in the 70s: I Made a Rugged Veteran a Millionaire novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208: Chapter 208: Daily Life After Returning Home

Jiang Cheng furrowed his brows.

"Face, ruined?"

Grandma Shen nodded, with a slightly troubled expression, "Living alone, no family of her own, no in-laws, and somehow there’s this rumor that the Yang family left Lin Jiaojiao a lot of money before going in."

As Jiang Cheng listened, he suddenly recalled himself having just left the Lin family.

"So, someone..."

"A forty-something old bachelor sneaked in at night to steal, with intentions to do something bad."

"He thought if it worked, he could threaten Lin Jiaojiao to marry him."

Grandma Shen’s expression was clear to Jiang Cheng.

"But Lin Jiaojiao escaped?"

Jiang Cheng asked, and Grandma Shen nodded.

"Lin Jiaojiao really surprised me this time, she stabbed the man with scissors, and during the fight, the scissors jabbed her face."

"Later, neighbors heard the noise and called the police, the old beast was taken away, probably just a scoundrel."

After Lin Jiaojiao got hurt, she packed up and went back to the Lin family.

Listening to this, Jiang Cheng began to admire Lin Jiaojiao a bit more over this incident.

But only for this incident.

"Will the troublesome Lin family be willing to let Lin Jiaojiao come back?"

Grandma Shen’s mouth almost curved two miles away, full of disdain, "With Lin family’s wicked nature, they’d never willingly agree to anything!"

"But this time Lin Jiaojiao risked her life to make a fuss, the Lin family had no choice, and now the Lin family is in chaos daily."

Jiang Cheng nodded in understanding.

Grandma Shen continued making cotton trousers, her mouth never stopping as she shared the courtyard gossip with Jiang Cheng.

"The opportunistic family next door got a good thrashing from Li Chunxiang’s mom a few days ago."

Jiang Cheng instantly became interested, leaned closer, raising an eyebrow.

"Tell me!"

"Ge Dahua’s son stole from the Li family and was caught by Li Chunxiang’s mother!"

"Aunt Li called a bunch of men from her family to give Ge Dahua’s husband a beating!"

"That wasn’t the end, Aunt Li also gathered a bunch of boys about the same age to consistently block Ge Dahua’s chubby son, beating the little fatty to tears."

Jiang Cheng listened with a chuckle, feeling a sense of delight, giving Aunt Li a thumbs up!

Grandma Shen and Jiang Cheng continued chatting, hands never idle while making cotton trousers.

The kettle on the stove started whistling, Jiang Cheng got up and poured the boiling water into the thermos.

Then, thinking the stove was idle anyway, he sliced some potatoes to roast on it.

The day lazily slipped by half like this.

Grandma Shen, quick with her hands and feet, after nearly finishing up, took it to the Sun family to borrow a sewing machine and hemmed the edges.

And thus, a pair of old-fashioned small floral cotton trousers with double straps and front buttons was completed.

"Quickly, try it on!"

Grandma Shen urged, and Jiang Cheng changed into the cotton trousers.

Soft and warm, those were its advantages.

The downside was walking made her appear more rounded, and squatting caused some discomfort.

Grandma Shen examined Jiang Cheng, nodding.

"Not bad, not bad! This young lady looks even prettier!"

Jiang Cheng struck a pose cooperatively, "Indeed!"

After admiring herself, Jiang Cheng took off the cotton trousers, switching back to her wool pants, feeling lighter.

Grandma Shen checked the time; it was already noon.

She turned to Jiang Cheng and asked, "Are you still eating for lunch?"

Jiang Cheng glanced at two apple cores, three orange peels, and a single potato slice remaining.

"No, I’m going to check on Shen Que and will eat dinner at his place before coming back."

Grandma Shen smiled, "That’s great, I wasn’t really keen on cooking anyway."

Jiang Cheng: "..."

*

After chatting with Grandma Shen, Jiang Cheng dressed in a military coat, hat, neck warmer, and gloves, and pushed her bicycle out.

Heading out with the wind against her, Jiang Cheng exhaled white steam from her head.

From a distance, many people were like her.

If one could ignore the coat edges caught in the wheels, it might actually be fun.

Cycling in winter compared to summer is truly exhausting, not just a little bit.

Upon reaching the mechanical factory residential compound, Jiang Cheng felt like collapsing.

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