Chapter 603: Jealousy Is Also an Illness, and It Needs to Be Treated

After saying that, she picked up the remaining things: "Dad, Mom, you've been tired all day too. Go wash up and rest early. Tomorrow morning I'll ride my bike to my sister's place, and when I get back I'll help you in the fields."

The moment Chunxiao heard she was going to ride the bike, her eyes lit up at once.

But thinking they had just had a falling out, she figured bringing it up would be useless, so she could only swallow the words that had reached her lips.

A few days ago, it wasn't as if she hadn't pestered her parents about the bicycle.

When her second sister left home last time, she had said that the bicycle, the sewing machine, and the radio—they could use them however they liked; sitting idle was just sitting idle. But her parents simply wouldn't agree, saying things like once they were used they wouldn't look good as part of her dowry later, letting her look but not use them, which made her so anxious she almost wanted to sneak them out to use.

But in the end they were big-ticket items, and she was afraid her parents would really get angry and beat her, so she ultimately didn't dare actually do it.

It was precisely because these precious things could be looked at but not used, and she was more than a little envied, jealous, and squeezed out behind the scenes by others, that she had been taken in after hearing those people's incitement. She also knew she shouldn't have done it, but it was as if she couldn't help herself.

She was young after all, with little experience and unable to think it through. But if Liu Chuxue were to hear what she was thinking, she would surely say: "Jealousy is also an illness, and it needs to be treated."

To put it plainly, Chunxiao was envious and jealous, and once someone stirred her up, of course she got herself into a dead end.

But Liu Chuxue didn't care what her reasons were—if she herself was made unhappy, then no one else should expect to feel happy either, and that was that.

Liu Chuxue went back to her room, shut the doors and windows, drew the curtains, and entered her space. She scrubbed clean the bathtub she had bought at the black market, heated up the spring water from her space, and soaked in a wonderfully refreshing bath.

She didn't care what mood the rest of the family was in; in any case, she went to bed early.

Early the next morning, before it was even light, Liu Chuxue got up.

The night before she had prepared in her space ten jin of cornmeal, two jin of white flour, one jin of millet, plus half a jin of salt and half a jin of oil, intending to deliver them to the cowshed shortly.

She knew Fu Yan Cheng had agreed with Kong Yizhang to look after the family at the cowshed, but these past few days Fu Yan Cheng certainly wouldn't have time to come by. Thinking that the village had already started grabbing hands, if they didn't eat well their bodies probably wouldn't hold up, she figured she might as well do a good deed. Whether it would bear good fruit she didn't know, but as long as it was true to her own conscience, that was enough.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one in the village had yet gone out to work, she left her own house and quickly headed toward the cowshed.

Her home was already not far from the cowshed, and besides, she walked quickly, so she arrived at the place in no time.

Thinking it was fortunate that only their family was here and she didn't have to worry about other households taking the things, she placed the items in the thatched shed they used for cooking.

Once the things were set down, she left.

What she hadn't expected was that Kang Yuanwei, whose body had recovered, would get up even earlier than her. Right at that moment he was coming down from the mountain carrying firewood and happened to see her leaving.

At first he was puzzled: why would she show up at the cowshed?

Watching her walk away, he hurried back and entered the thatched shed, and only then did he see the things placed on the ground. He couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart.

Thinking of her relationship with Fu Yan Cheng, he understood: it must have been something Fu Yan Cheng had asked her to deliver.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, after coming back she first went to the private plot behind the house and walked around it, then plucked some chives and returned to the courtyard.

The moment she stepped into the courtyard, Liu's mother, who had come out of the house, was momentarily stunned: "Why are you up so early?"

She held up the chives in her hand: "I went to bed early last night, woke up and just got up. I was thinking of making chive pancakes for you."

Mother and daughter went into the kitchen together.

Liu's mother helped wash the chives, while Liu Chuxue scooped out white flour and corn flour: "Today let's be extravagant for once—I'll mix in more white flour."

Liu's mother didn't object either, after all that white flour had been sent over by Fu Yan Cheng earlier: "Alright, as you say."