Away from the big book, the educated youth became the village favorite by running errands

Before Wen Zicheng could say anything more about the two of them, He Feiyang quickly explained why they came during the day and handed him the lunch box.

"We didn't bring any meat today, just potatoes, eggplants and cabbage. You can eat them without worry. You can eat this box of spicy cabbage directly without heating it up. You can heat up the others. Let's go back before it gets dark."

The two were afraid that Grandpa Sun and Grandpa Jiang would come out and tell on them, so they quickly ran away.

Wen Zicheng was carrying a bag of lunch boxes, watching the two men open the door and leave. He wanted them to slow down, but he didn't have time to tell them to.

The food was delivered, and the two of them were not in a hurry to go back. They planned to walk around the mountain before it got dark to see if they could catch anything. They had also learned some skills from Jiang Changgui some time ago.

It’s just that the ideal is very plump and the reality is very skinny.

Not only did the two of them return home empty-handed, but He Feiyang's clothes were also torn.

Tan Anjing was talking to Song Shuangshuang in the room. She was puzzled when she saw them coming back in such a dishevel.

"Did you two run into a wild boar?" How could he tear off his clothes just to deliver a meal? Her brother still had snow on him. If you look closely, you can see a small piece of dead branch on his collar.

Seeing that they were unwilling to say anything, Song Shuangshuang did not ask any further questions.

He must have done something shameful, otherwise why wouldn't he say anything?

It was indeed similar to what Song Shuangshuang guessed. When the two men were going down the mountain, they saw a wild rabbit. They tried to catch it but failed. Not only did they fall and scratch their clothes, they also rolled twice. Otherwise, how could Song Youlin have snow on his body?

That's because the snow wasn't heavy, otherwise you wouldn't be able to get out of any pit you fell into.

"Tan Anjing, can you please help me?"

Tan Anjing looked at He Feiyang and told him that there was no need to be so polite and that he could just say whatever he wanted to say.

He Feiyang was a little embarrassed to speak, "I remember you said you were good at sewing, can you help me sew some clothes?"

"Ah?" Tan Anjing didn't react.

Song Shuangshuang and Song Youlin also looked at He Feiyang. What did he say? Sewing clothes? What did He Feiyang mean? Could it be what they thought?

The brother and sister took a step back at the same time, ready to eat the melon.

He Feiyang noticed the actions of Song Shuangshuang and her brother and knew that they had misunderstood. He quickly explained

"I'm not good at sewing, and the clothes I sew are not good to look at. Before, when my clothes were torn, I had to trouble Cui Ziming to mend them for me, but I can't go back to him. So I thought I'd trouble you to help me."

He Feiyang was telling the truth, but Song Shuangshuang didn't think so. Her brother was also a boy, so why didn't she look for her brother? She could have looked for him. Why did she have to look for Tan Anjing?

Song Shuangshuang covered her mouth and said slyly, "Why don't you find my brother? He's also good at sewing."

Song Youlin also responded from the side, "Yes, I'll help you." Looking for Tan Zhiqing would cause such misunderstanding. Didn't you see that Tan Anjing's face was a little red?

He Feiyang felt uncomfortable with what the siblings said, and he didn't dare to look directly at Tan Anjing. He took off his coat and stuffed it into Song Youlin's arms, saying that he would trouble Song Youlin to help sew the clothes, and then ran home.

After a while, the three of them heard the sound of He Feiyang closing the door, and the sound was quite loud.

Tan Anjing held the hem of her clothes in her hands and found an excuse to go home, leaving Song Shuangshuang and Song Youlin holding the clothes. The brother and sister looked at each other and laughed.

These two are so funny.

Although he was laughing, Song Youlin still went to Song Shuangshuang's room to find needle and thread and sew clothes for He Feiyang.

People are gossipy by nature, especially when they came to this era, there was no entertainment and nothing to do except gossip. Before, Song Youlin thought it was boring and didn't want to get involved. Later, after listening to his sister and aunts talk more, he was willing to listen.

"Brother, do you think He Feiyang is interested in An Jing?" Song Shuangshuang sat cross-legged on the kang, watching his brother sewing clothes seriously.

Although Song Youlin didn't look at his sister, he still answered seriously.

"Probably not. He is a very principled person. If he liked Tan Anjing, he would have said it directly and would not do such ambiguous things. I guess he didn't expect that I can sew."

"That's nothing unexpected. You know a lot."

Song Youlin raised his head and gave Song Shuangshuang a cold look.

"Hey, you naughty brother, how dare you stare at me!" Song Shuangshuang pretended to pull his ears.

Song Youlin stepped back and dodged, saying unhappily, "It was when I first came here, you told everyone that I was weak, and they thought I had to rely on you for everything." They all said that he was coming.

Song Shuangshuang smiled embarrassedly, "Isn't this a prelude to moving out of the Youth House? Hehe, I'm sorry to have wronged you."

Song Youlin snorted and continued sewing clothes.

The clothes were sewn quickly. Song Shuangshuang put away the needle and thread, took the clothes and went out to deliver them to He Feiyang.

The next morning, Song Shuangshuang woke up at dawn, looking unusually energetic. She got out of bed, slipped on her shoes and ran to Song Youlin's room.

Song Youlin was still sleeping when he felt his nose itchy, so he rubbed it with his hands. After rubbing it several times, he still felt uncomfortable and wanted to see what was on his nose.

As a result, when he opened his eyes in a daze, he saw his sister's big face appear in front of him. She pinched a few strands of her own hair with her fingertips and brushed them across his nose.

In an instant, all the sleepiness disappeared.

"You are sick." Song Youlin twisted his upper body to the side, supported himself on the kang with both hands, and sat up.

Seeing that her brother had woken up, Song Shuangshuang stopped making a fuss and said to Song Youlin excitedly:

"Brother, get up, let's continue making kimchi!"

Song Youlin: "..."

No, what did his sister say? Did he hear it right?

He glanced out the window and saw that it was daytime, so he was not dreaming.

He sighed deeply, sat facing Song Shuangshuang, and asked, "Sister, are you okay? Why are you cooking spicy cabbage so early in the morning?" Why don't you go to heaven.

Song Shuangshuang snorted twice and said that it was their fault for eating all her kimchi yesterday. She wanted to save some to make stir-fried kimchi with pork belly. She didn't care anyway, as long as they finished eating it, they had to accompany her to make more.

"You can do it during the day, but it's so early in the morning and you're disturbing my sleep. Is that unreasonable?" He was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly woken up.

Song Shuangshuang took off her cotton shoes, got on the kang, sat cross-legged opposite Song Youlin, and tried to reason with him.

Before he could open his mouth, Song Youlin covered his mouth.

"Stop! Stop! I'll accompany you, okay?" If his sister didn't talk to him for several minutes without stopping, and if she said something nonsense, he would have no peace for the next few days.

He is already very experienced.

"Hmph, you're smart. Get up quickly and go to the backyard to cut a few more cabbages. The weather is getting colder, or you'll get frozen." When Aunt Chang and the others were cutting cabbages, they had specially left some for her, and they were still in the field.

"Okay, I'll go." Song Youlin responded with a yawn.

Seeing that Song Youlin was sensible, Song Shuangshuang went downstairs to put on her shoes, took out an old-fashioned kettle from the space, filled it with water and placed it on the small stove in the house, preparing to boil it and pour it into the thermos. The water in the thermos was used for washing.