Even without Jiang Yihua—who she considered an omnipotent, invincible ally—she was determined to wait until she returned to the city, forge a letter in Jiang Zishi’s handwriting, and mail it to government departments and newspaper reporters who were well beyond the reach of Bian Xiaolan and her cronies.
That crime alone would be enough to make Bian Xiaolan rot in prison, or even face a firing squad.
The name Jiang Yihua, even after more than twenty years, still represented an undefeated legend to her.
If he hadn’t been so ill-fated, running into vicious robbers and dying young while escorting a transport, Jiang Yihua would surely have spent a lifetime continuing to write his own legend.
As the sun lost its scorching heat and the clouds on the horizon were draped in gold, dusk began to fall. Just then, Jiang Yihua rumbled up on the tractor, returning from the opposite direction of town.
Five young men were with him on the tractor. They were tall and well-built, with firm, righteous gazes and matching crew cuts. They were clearly no ordinary men.
The moment they hopped off, however, they started laughing and slinging their arms over each other’s shoulders, looking no different from the other sent-down youth on the farm.
Jiang Yihua smiled and briefly introduced them. "Comrades from the neighboring farm. They heard we bagged some wild game up on the mountain and insisted on coming along for a taste."
"I figured since we’re visiting the Village Party Secretary in Bian Family Village, a few more people won’t make a difference. Besides, they all brought nice things, so we’ll get to enjoy some of the perks."
With a shout from him, the group clambered back onto the tractor, and Chi Yun’er took a seat beside him.
In the tractor bed, about ten people, men and women, were all seated. None had come empty-handed. One person held a dozen eggs, another a slab of meat, some had a bag of sugar or a pack of biscuits, and one was even carrying a dish specially prepared by the kitchen cook.
The grand procession made her suppress a smile. "Brother Hua, if we show up with such a large entourage, do you think Jiang Zishi will change his mind?"
The tractor was CHUGGING so loudly she didn’t have to lower her voice.
Jiang Yihua had sharp hearing. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Only the two of us are going to the engagement party. The others are just going to the Village Party Secretary’s house to liven things up. What’s that got to do with him?"
"If it were just the two of us, he’d be worried we had some other trick up our sleeve. By putting all our people out in the open like this, he’s probably laughing to himself about how stupid we are!"

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