novelraw Chapter 388 - 4: The Male Lead Is So Popular
Chapter 388 - 4: The Male Lead Is So Popular
Shi Suifeng couldn’t answer this question.
How should he put it? Everyone wants to be a female soldier, but the spots rarely go to the countryside.
Moreover, Chu River looks thin and malnourished, and her height isn’t up to the mark—yes, Chu Aiguo is now a small, malnourished shorty of only one and a half meters.
No matter how you look at it, she wouldn’t pass even the most basic physical exam.
He shook his head, "No hope."
Chu Aiguo sighed, "Then forget it! Anyway, we’ve got mountains and rivers here. Plus, I have my four brothers, so we’ll never be short on food."
However, Shi Suifeng thought: This little girl is still too naïve.
If her four brothers were reliable, she wouldn’t be so skinny and suffering hunger even in her teenage years.
A big grass carp, and Chu River didn’t even bother to offer a bit to anyone. She quietly finished the whole bowl of soup and cleaned the fish off.
Shi Suifeng watched, and for some reason, he found it adorably silly, without realizing she was hogging all the food.
...
Chu River truly could eat—mainly because the previous times were so miserable.
If she’d been given anything close to decent, she wouldn’t fight so hard for a bit of food.
She picked out the fish bones carefully and finished the fish soup. Even after eating her fill, she wasn’t satisfied and started talking about food.
Canned meat, malt sugar, peach crisp cookies, braised pork.
Beef noodles at the state-run restaurant, tangerine sugar from the supply and marketing cooperative. Military food supplements, and a nutrient called malted milk...
The more she talked, the more excited Chu River became. If not for her adult self-control, her drool would have almost put out the fire in front of her.
The two of them sat in the cave by the fire until the light of dawn.
Shi Suifeng didn’t sense anything wrong at all, but Chu River patted her stomach, "My family’s making breakfast. I better hurry home to eat. I’m off."
She put on her clothes and dashed off.
Shi Suifeng only had time to quickly turn his head away, avoiding the view; shortly after, the cave was quiet.
He put out the fire, unsure why, but the morning chill left his heart feeling hollow.
...
Chu River waited until she saw smoke from the chimney at her house before running back. Pushing open the door, she found the place still in disarray, yet everyone squatted with a bowl in hand.
The cornbread in the basin in front of them hadn’t been divided yet.
Chu River laughed, "Today, I’m eating meat, starting with Big Brother."
She then hugged the entire basin to herself, giving one each to the six nieces and nephews, leaving the rest for herself.
Even though the cornbread was rough on the throat, dry and hard, it didn’t matter; she wasn’t heading out to work today, so she’d digest it slowly.
Old Mrs. Chu habitually sat down on the floor, but Chu River smiled at her instead.
That smile sent a shiver down everyone’s spine; the daughters-in-law hurriedly lifted Old Mrs. Chu up, while advising, "Mother, we really have nothing left to smash in this house! All the tables and chairs are gone; next, it’ll be your cabinet."
The cabinet held Old Mrs. Chu’s treasures; how could it be touched?
After all, while Chu River had smashed and broken things, she hadn’t yet touched the savings! Those were Old Mrs. Chu’s cherished assets, intended for buying bicycles and radios for her sons!
The grown men, like turtles retreating into their shells, quietly slurped on their thin porridge, not daring to utter a word.
Man Dun, contemplating his task of getting meat for today, considered resistance but knew it was futile, deciding to continue being lazy at work and sneaking off to the mountains.
If all else failed, digging up a field mouse would still be good!
Meat, meat, meat!
He exchanged a glance with his wife, thinking about the meat tickets hidden in his hand—sigh!
When would these days ever end?
...
The sound of banging on a pot, signaling the start of work, rang out. Only then did Wen Juan slowly saunter to the toolshed to register the farm tools for everyone. Watching Old Chu Family walk past, looking like they were in mourning, some neighbors found it amusing and asked, "Oh my, the sun must have risen from the west. Little He isn’t going to work today?"
Old Chu Family’s exploitation of the girl is plain for all to see. But what everyone sees is only the surface; only they truly know, even when Chu River was selling blood, they didn’t let her rest a bit.
Day in and day out, year-round, she truly was like Old Huang’s ox.
...
The Chu Family really wanted to curse, but the household deity wanted to eat without worry, and they couldn’t fight someone who had nothing to lose. All they could do was put on a stern face, "Guo Cuihua, you’re full enough to have farts to spare!"
And Chu Mantun’s wife followed up with what the team leader had said, "Leader, our Little He was tired yesterday, she’s not feeling well, and won’t be going to work today."