Feng Ergou was so jealous his eyes turned red.
He considered himself much better off than Leng Yuan.
’If Leng Yuan could make a good life for himself, so could I.’
’It’s just a matter of getting married, isn’t it?’
’I’ll get married too.’
Feng Ergou’s gaze landed on Xu Wenwan. He had liked her for a long time.
’If I send a matchmaker to propose now, I wonder if Wen Wan will say yes.’
Even now, Feng Ergou was lost in the memory of the day Xu Wenwan sprained her ankle. He had helped support her, and she had smiled so gently at him.
’He was sure Xu Wenwan had feelings for him.’
Xu Wenwan was completely oblivious to Feng Ergou’s gaze.
Her mind was completely consumed with how to get closer to Leng Yuan and absorb his good fortune.
The way Xu Wenwan looked at Leng Yuan was like a person who had starved for three days suddenly stumbling upon a grand feast.
The look in her eyes was utterly blatant.
Feng Ergou: ...
He glanced at Xu Wenwan, then at Leng Yuan, and his eyes turned completely bloodshot.
’When did that bastard Leng Yuan seduce Xu Wenwan?’
As Leng Yuan wiped down the table, he could feel a persistent stare from the crowd fixed upon him.
He lifted his gaze and looked over.
The teeming crowd had mostly dispersed, leaving Feng Ergou’s figure exposed.
Leng Yuan’s eyes met Feng Ergou’s bloodshot ones, and his expression darkened slightly.
Feng Ergou had been confident he wouldn’t be noticed.
After all, he was standing at the back of the crowd.
But now, with Leng Yuan’s intense gaze fixed on him, he snapped back to his senses. He glanced around, only to realize that everyone was gone!
Feng Ergou: ...
’So, I’ve been exposed?’
Feng Ergou shot Leng Yuan a tight grin, slowly looked away, and then quickly hurried off, disappearing into the lingering crowd.
Leng Yuan paid Feng Ergou no mind, simply gathering the items allotted to his family.
Beside him, Chen JianShe quickly stepped forward and took the items from him.
"Brother Leng, I can carry this stuff."
The items included a pig’s head and offal, which were not only a bit gruesome but also smelled bad. Leng Yuan had intended to carry them himself, but Chen JianShe snatched them away.
"My Jianshe has loved playing with Leng Yuan since they were little. If it weren’t for Leng Yuan, my Jianshe would never have recovered his health! That’s something no amount of money can buy."
"If he really did ask, I’d lend it to him in a heartbeat."
The woman clicked her tongue in disbelief.
’These days, it was a struggle just to have enough to eat. No family had much money to spare, yet Mrs. Chen dared to lend it out.’
She looked at Mrs. Chen as if she were a complete idiot.
Mrs. Chen chuckled.
"Look at Leng Yuan. Ever since he got married, his life has been getting better and better."
"I’m telling you, that boy is going places. My Jianshe can learn a thing or two from him, and when that happens, don’t you all get jealous."
’Just look at the year-end grain distribution, for one. That was no small amount.’
’And the fine grains from the other production teams.’
’The county even gave him an award and a cash bonus.’
’Any one of those things was more than what others earned after a whole year of back-breaking work.’
Mrs. Chen was certain Leng Yuan’s life would only continue to improve.
The woman was unconvinced.
"Jealous? Don’t make me laugh."

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