In the original story, Ji Huaifeng had always been attentive to the Li family, even visiting them personally several times. Yet he died in an accident at the Li family’s relocated farm. Sheng Jinhe suspected it might have been connected to the Meng family gang, though she had no proof. The book barely elaborated on this cannon fodder character, only giving him a name and a brief introduction.
Sheng Jinhe mentally cursed the author. Was it that only the protagonists’ lives mattered, while everyone else’s didn’t?
But right now, Ji Huaifeng was standing in front of her alive and well. As her man’s brother, this life—Sheng Jinhe, as the sister-in-law—would definitely protect him this time.
“Sister He, however much goods you have, I want the same amount,” he said.
Ji Huaifeng found her rather interesting; there was even a hint of pity in her eyes toward him.
If Sheng Jinhe knew what he was thinking, she would definitely roll her eyes at him. “Your fate is just like the original character’s, and I should pity you?”
“Alright, prepare a warehouse for me. I’ll collect the goods at 8 PM tonight.”
“But besides money and gold, I also want all kinds of seeds—vegetables, medicinal herbs, even flower seeds. If you have fruit trees, I want them too. Also, chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, cows, and sheep, preferably one male and one female for breeding. I’ll also take fish and shrimp!”
Ji Huaifeng twitched at the corner of his mouth.
How well does she know me?
Was this really their first meeting? And clearly, she was already hiding her true self!
Sheng Jinhe dared to speak like this because she knew how capable Ji Huaifeng was. He owned a breeding farm deep in the mountains of Beijing; none of these things were lacking. Since fate had made them meet, why not take advantage?
It was just a pity that in the original story, he died young, and the black market eventually fell into the hands of the protagonists. No way around it—the original plot was just that ridiculous.
But this time, everyone had their place. No one could steal anything or anyone.
Mess with it, and it’s either amputation or death!
“Sister He, to prepare all this, it really has to be 8 PM,” Ji Huaifeng said.
He didn’t know why, but he agreed anyway. As a businessman, he believed in certain things.
“Deal. You can deduct the money yourself. Here, give these to the animals in the water to drink. Don’t worry—it’s a sedative. When it reaches me, I’ll have the antidote. They’ll be livelier than ever, and it also makes transport easier for you.”
Sheng Jinhe felt she was being thoughtful—definitely for Li Zhanye’s sake.
“Got it! Thanks, Sister He.”
“Here’s the key, No. 9 Mao’er Hutong courtyard. Fill it up.”
“I’ll bring enough cash,” he said.
Ji Huaifeng handed the key to Sheng Jinhe, and they exchanged it for the sedatives.
“Pleasure doing business!”
At this moment, Sheng Jinhe didn’t know how big No. 9 courtyard was. Once she saw it, she swore under her breath.
If it weren’t for her teleportation ability, moving everything manually would have completely exhausted even her extremely strong body.
Sheng Jinhe left the courtyard and rode her bicycle straight to the supply and marketing cooperative.
She arrived just in time, and everyone was there.
“Did you all come to help me pack?”
“Having you is my good fortune!”
Sheng Jinhe got off her bike, smiling brightly and confidently.
“Yeah, let’s go. How did you get here?”
Jiang Yueyue asked, noticing Sheng Jinhe looked restless, probably wondering where she had gone.
“No need to go, I’ve got it all sorted. Let’s go, I’ve worked all morning and I’m starving. I’m treating you to hotpot; after this, you won’t get another chance like this.”
“I also have gifts for you!” Sheng Jinhe patted her satchel.
The others didn’t refuse—they knew that with Sheng Jinhe, every meal was an event.
At Donglaishun, Sheng Jinhe ordered enough to fill the table. She had earned quite a lot today.
“Jinhe, that’s too much! This equals my entire month’s wages!” Jiang Yueyue advised.
“I’m leaving soon, so let me enjoy this. Don’t worry, I have money. You guys eat well. While I’m away, I’ve assigned tasks to each of you,” Sheng Jinhe said.
This wasn’t just politeness—she truly didn’t spare them from work.
They weren’t the timid type, so after the meal, all left holding their full stomachs.
“Phew, stuffed with meat, unbelievable!” Zhao Haikun laughed.
“Did the restaurant kitchen run out of meat?” Shen Wang asked back.
“That’s different! This is Jinhe treating us!” Zhao Haikun replied.
“Come on, it’s all meat, what’s the difference?”
“Are you guys going home for a nap?”
“Yes, yes, summer makes us sleepy!” Xu Han said first.
“Alright, let’s go!”
“Zhao Haikun, you help me push the bike. I’ll hand out the gifts.”
“You and Shen Wang each get a pen. The three of us get scarves, hair clips, and hair ties—a set. Here!”
Sheng Jinhe had thought long and hard about what to give. High-end fashion items weren’t feasible, so this was the compromise. She couldn’t bring things from her space.
“Beautiful!” Xu Han, who loved beauty, instantly brightened.
“Of course, don’t you see who’s giving it? Sister Yue, Han Mei, these are sister outfits!”
If not for the time constraint, she would have dressed up to match. Maybe next time.
“Then I’ll accept them!” Xu Han couldn’t refuse.
“If you’re polite, I’ll just get annoyed!” Sheng Jinhe joked.
The group laughed as they returned to the residential courtyard.
“We’ll see you off tomorrow!”
“Alright, I’ll wait for you!”
Sheng Jinhe couldn’t refuse. Though it had been only a few days, these friends were wonderful, and she felt reluctant to part.
Everyone then returned to their homes.
When Sheng Jinhe entered her house, she remembered she had promised to eat lunch at home.
“Grandpa, Sister Yue, and Han Mei and I ate out. I’ll make dinner, Grandpa!”
She said apologetically and humbly.
“Alright, have you eaten enough? Go rest! Someone told me when I came back—I knew you forgot. I didn’t save a portion for you, you little rascal.”
“Really? Grandpa, you’re so good. I’ll make dinner and some sauces for you to keep. Tonight we’ll have noodles, tomorrow morning dumplings. You don’t need to worry about the meat; I have a plan.”
She still had meat in her space.
“Good, go take a nap!”
“Okay, Grandpa!”
In the afternoon, Sheng Jinhe dived into the kitchen, making a full jar of bean paste, no meat, with a layer of chili oil on top—perfect for summer. Then she made some pork floss for her grandfather to sprinkle over porridge in the morning, and filled both the rice and flour bins.
After finishing, Grandpa Sheng returned home.
Sheng Jinhe cooked two bowls of noodles. While eating, she updated her grandfather about the household matters.
“Sigh, you’ve finally put my mind at ease a little. I have an old comrade’s son working as director of your county’s armed forces department. If anything happens, go to him. I’ve already given him a heads-up. Don’t carry too much cash. I’ll send you 50 yuan and tickets each month. Don’t be stingy with spending.”
Grandpa Sheng rambled on, giving her detailed instructions.
“Understood, Grandpa!” Sheng Jinhe replied obediently.
“Tomorrow I’ll make dumplings. After we eat them, we’ll go to the station.”
“Mm, I’ll go with you, Grandpa.”
“Good!”
Sheng Li finally did not refuse.