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Jiang Cheng raced to the supply and marketing cooperative on her bicycle.

"Oh my! So many people!"

From a glance, hundreds of people were crowded in line.

She found a place to park, locked her bike, and tried hard to spot Grandma Shen.

"My goodness, so many wearing red scarves!"

She was practically going cross-eyed trying to find her.

Grandma Shen had specially instructed that she had worn a red scarf, fearing Jiang Cheng wouldn’t find her.

Jiang Cheng moved closer, trying hard to distinguish.

"What are you doing! What are you doing! Go to the back!"

A big aunt shouted, using a shoulder to shove Jiang Cheng aside.

Jiang Cheng stepped back, realizing she wasn’t equipped to fight for vegetables against this fierce aunt.

"I’m looking for someone, my grandma’s in the front of the line!"

Jiang Cheng stood on tiptoe, kept searching, and finally saw Grandma Shen being swayed by the crowd.

She cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted: Grandma Shen!

After several shouts, Grandma Shen finally looked back.

"My granddaughter is here! Let my granddaughter come in!"

Grandma Shen took off her red scarf and waved it around, her voice more robust than when she’s at home.

Indeed, Northeastern women have several voices.

When stepping out to fight, you must use the roughest one!

Jiang Cheng practically used all her strength to squeeze in.

Fortunately, everyone was there as a representative to queue, the main group standing behind; she wasn’t the first.

Finally squeezing next to Grandma Shen, Jiang Cheng felt she had exerted all her energy.

Her braid was askew, her shoes stepped on who knows how many times.

She even thought if it weren’t for her belt being tight, her pants might have been squeezed off.

In that moment, Jiang Cheng felt her role as a main player wasn’t very impactful.

The most important thing was, she couldn’t use her even if she had Sun Wukong’s skills because no one paid her any mind.

Let alone persuading, she was stared at by several people for taking one step forward.

Originally queuing with a gloomy mood, Grandma Shen was made to laugh by Jiang Cheng’s despairing expression.

"Oh you, even you have a day like this."

"Grandma Shen, this is beyond the scope!"

"Cabbage by grain coupon, twenty pounds per person."

As the loudspeaker sounded, Jiang Cheng wasn’t exaggerating; her feet lifted from the ground.

She was pressed into the air, moving half a meter forward.

"Hurry up! There are five of us in total, only a hundred pounds! If we can’t buy it all, it’s not enough to eat!"

With a powerful pull, Grandma Shen dragged Jiang Cheng forward.

Jiang Cheng exerted all her effort, following behind Grandma Shen, forcibly pushing ahead.

She couldn’t remember the process clearly.

Everything was mechanical motion.

Grandma Shen handed over the grain coupon, Jiang Cheng packed the cabbage into a sack.

A quick pack up, one hundred and three pounds, paid and settled the account.

Finally dragging the sack of cabbage out, Jiang Cheng was utterly exhausted.

The hair tie was missing, a button popped off, several shoe prints on her trouser leg.

The sweaty feeling brushed by the wind...

Hmm?

Where did this coat come from?

Jiang Cheng turned around, seeing Shen Que.

"Why are you here?"

"Wanted to help grab cabbage but came too late."

Feeling guilty for being late, Shen Que was quickly reassured by Jiang Cheng, who grabbed his arm: "Even if you came, you couldn’t go in!"

"There wasn’t a single man in there! If you went, wouldn’t you be disadvantaged!"

Disadvantaged?

Shen Que momentarily didn’t catch up with Jiang Cheng’s thinking.

Jiang Cheng leaned closer and whispered: "What if someone takes advantage?"

Shen Que found it funny and took out the headscarf he brought, wrapping it around Jiang Cheng, whispering: "I probably don’t have more attraction than cabbage."

Jiang Cheng thought about it.

"You’re right! Cabbage really is more charming!"

"My shoes almost got squeezed off!"

Jiang Cheng animatedly described the scene to Shen Que, who listened seriously.

Grandma Shen coughed a couple of times beside them.

"There is still someone here."

Jiang Cheng immediately laughed and hugged Grandma Shen’s arm, praising her.

"You’re definitely still spry. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have pushed through!"

Grandma Shen tossed her head proudly.

"Of course!"

The three of them laughed, ready to go home.

Jiang Cheng supported Grandma Shen, Shen Que carrying cabbage, the three walked to where the bicycles were parked.

In the end, Jiang Cheng carried Grandma Shen on the bike, Shen Que carried two sacks of cabbage, and the three returned to the communal courtyard.

Shen Que put down the cabbage and left, being busy at the factory.

Jiang Cheng didn’t linger, directly said goodbye.

She and Grandma Shen started sorting the cabbage, cleaning the water tank, and pickling began.

By noon, they had a casual meal, then in the afternoon started slicing dried radish and potato chips.

Radish sliced into strips, potatoes into small round slices.

All these dry under the sun, to be soaked and eaten in winter.

Though direct storage is possible, they tend to sprout and spoil, plus there being no cellar in the courtyard, this way is more convenient.

Busy to evening, Shen Xing and Shen Yue returned from school.

The two, along with other courtyard children, ran in, shouting: "Candy distribution! Candy distribution!"

Distribution of candy?

Jiang Cheng stood curiously at the door.

"Sister! We’re distributing pagoda candy!"

"Look!"

Shen Yue rushed over, holding a yellow pagoda candy up to Jiang Cheng.

Pagoda candy?

Isn’t that deworming medicine?

Old memories attacked Jiang Cheng, a long white worm flashing in her mind.

"Haha, great! You keep it for yourself to eat!"

Jiang Cheng stepped back, while Shen Yue generously said: "Sister, you eat it!"

"No no no, you kids need it more!"

Grandma Shen also knew what pagoda candy is, telling Shen Yue: "Only kids can eat it."

Shen Yue regrettably echoed and eventually ate the pagoda candy.

Sitting by the stove, Shen Yue started chatting with Jiang Cheng.

"Sister, many classmates have lice!"

"What?"

Jiang Cheng didn’t immediately get it.

"Lice and flea eggs. The girl in front of me, her hair is crawling with lice, can’t count them!"

Shen Yue chatted away, Jiang Cheng scooted her stool a meter away, still felt too close.

Lice and flea eggs were old news for Jiang Cheng.

Yet for now, they were common.

Chatting along, Shen Yue suddenly scratched her head, and Jiang Cheng scooted back another half meter.

Had there been more space, she’d have moved further.

"Sister, why are you sitting so far from me!"

"Haha, it’s cooler here!"

Jiang Cheng was about to ask if Shen Yue’s head itches, when someone came in and interrupted.

It was Li Chunhua’s mother.

"Auntie—does your DDT have any left?"

"My Chunhua went to the bathhouse and brought back lice! I was thinking of using DDT to suffocate them, or she’ll scratch her head raw."

Suddenly, Jiang Cheng felt the whole courtyard wasn’t safe anymore.

Her head, which hadn’t been itchy, started itching.

Scratching, while thinking: Lice and DDT?

Who really is the target???