Transported Into The Book, She Thrives In The 80s Chapter 158: Jealousy - Novel Cool

Chapter 158: Jealousy

Chapter 158: Jealousy

As the tractor left the food factory, Zhou Chenglei casually asked, "Are you close to Director Fang and his family?"

Jiang Xia was not close to them at all, and she couldn't recall any mention of the food factory director or Jing Xuan in the book's content.

After all, the original body's owner wasn't the female lead, so the author wouldn't have described the relationships of a minor character's family in such detail.

Jiang Xia believed that given her parents' status, many who knew her identity would act very familiarly. However, Fang Aiyuan didn't seem to fit that description.

Could Jing Xuan be a childhood friend of the original body?

Damn, she really had no impression of him at all!

Jiang Xia could only vaguely respond with a "Hmm."

Changing the subject, she suggested, "Since we're passing by, do you want to go to the shipyard to buy anchors and anchor chains? Weren't we planning to secure the fishing cages?"

Zhou Chenglei tightened his grip on the tractor's handle, sensing her attempt to change the topic.

"Okay," he agreed.

Buying anchors and chains wasn't urgent; they could do it on the day they picked up the boat. Nevertheless, Zhou Chenglei responded affirmatively.

So, the two of them visited the shipyard again.

As they got off the tractor and entered the shipyard, Jiang Xia noticed that Zhou Chenglei had accidentally smeared some tractor oil on his face. She pulled his hand to stop him and then proceeded to wipe his face clean.

Zhou Chenglei looked down, watching as she hooked her arm around his neck, stood on her toes, and earnestly focused on cleaning his face.

He wrapped his long arms around her waist, bent down to ease her effort of standing on her toes, and couldn't help but smile. The hint of sourness in his heart dissipated like smoke in the wind.

To hell with Jing Xuan, whether he was waiting at Qing University or not!

He couldn't wait any longer! Jiang Xia was already his wife, a true and rightful one.

The shipyard guard, awakened by the sound of the tractor, peered out and quickly covered his eyes. Oh dear, was this a sight he was supposed to see?

After Jiang Xia finished cleaning his face, the two of them, with bright smiles, greeted the guard and entered.

Director Zhou, upon seeing their return, guessed, "Is it about changing the date for the new boat's launch?"

The launch of a new boat was a significant event, and fishermen were generally quite superstitious, often choosing an auspicious date that aligned with their family's fortunes. Therefore, it wasn't uncommon for someone to request a date change.

Jiang Xia shook her head with a smile, "No, we're here to buy a few anchors and some anchor chains."

Director Zhou asked, "What kind of anchor do you need?"

Zhou Chenglei replied, "A navy anchor will do."

Director Zhou inquired further, "What size boat is it for? I'll get you the right one."

Different sized boats required anchors of varying weights. For instance, a large 200,000-ton ship would typically need an anchor weighing around 10 tons.

Zhou Chenglei said, "No need, it's not for a boat. Just the smallest navy anchor will suffice, and we need four of them, along with four 8-link anchor chains."

There were many types of anchors, and the navy anchor was a type of anchor with a pole, also known as the oldest type of anchor. Its advantage was its strong grip, capable of securely holding onto various types of soil. The downside was its inconvenience in retracting and deploying.

However, Zhou Chenglei intended to use them to secure the fishing cages on the seabed, preventing them from being swept away during typhoons. So, a strong grip was all that was needed, and ease of retraction wasn't a concern.

Director Zhou nodded, "Alright, I understand. What about the old ones? Do you want those? They're cheaper. Otherwise, buying so many new ones will cost you at least 2,000 yuan!"

Jiang Xia immediately replied, "The old ones are fine too, as long as they're cheaper."

But even the old anchors weren't cheap; they were rusty and still cost 1,000 yuan, and that was after Jiang Xia haggled hard!

Director Zhou kept complaining about how he was losing money on the deal. Jiang Xia, in charge of finances, reluctantly paid 1,000 yuan, and the two of them left.

The anchors and chains were quite heavy, and it was impossible to bring them back now; they would have to wait until the larger boat was delivered.

When Jiang Xia and Zhou Chenglei returned home, it was already past five o'clock.

A tractor was parked in front of their house, blocking their path.

The tractor was loaded with half a cart of bricks.

Jiang Xia saw a man with his upper body bare, standing in the tractor's cart, holding a tool similar to a pair of pliers. He was using it to pick up several bricks and move them to the ground, adding to a pile that was already half a person's height.

Zhou Fu was also helping to move the bricks, carrying them a few at a time by hand.

Jiang Xia called out, "Dad, the bricks were delivered so quickly?"

Wiping his sweat, Zhou Fu smiled and said, "Yes, we delivered five thousand bricks today, and we'll continue delivering tomorrow."

"Oh."

Zhou Chenglei said to Jiang Xia, "You go home first. I'll unload the tractor and then drive it back to the production team."

"Okay!" Jiang Xia agreed and climbed down from the tractor.

Zhou Chenglei steadied her.

Jiang Xia took only the more than two hundred packaging bags at her feet, "Are you going to move the rest inside? I'll take these bags in."

"Alright," Zhou Chenglei replied.

Jiang Xia returned to the courtyard, where Zhou Zhou was sitting on a small stool, using a chair as a desk and doing her homework.

At this time of day, the room was dimly lit, so Zhou Zhou had been doing her homework in the courtyard after school to save electricity.

She saw Jiang Xia and politely greeted her, "Auntie."

Jiang Xia smiled and replied, "Be careful not to bend your head too low when doing homework, or you might become nearsighted."

"Okay, I'm almost done," Zhou Zhou said.

Jiang Xia didn't interfere further, as first-grade homework wasn't much, and she could finish it within ten minutes, so there was no worry of nearsightedness.

Zhou Chenglei made three trips back and forth to unload the several boxes of food samples from the food factory for Jiang Xia to try.

Jiang Xia looked through the items, finding many luncheon meat cans, various types of biscuits, sandwich cookies, sesame biscuits, soda crackers, both savory and sweet, and cheese-flavored ones. There were also individually packaged and tinned options, as well as various candies, flaky pastries, walnut pastries, mooncakes, and even two boxes of instant noodles.

The luncheon meat cans and some of the biscuits were the main export products of the food factory, but Jiang Xia wasn't sure about the instant noodles.

Jiang Xia tried a bit of everything to get a sense of the products.

Jiang Xia told Zhou Zhou that there were many biscuits and candies, and she could take them to eat after finishing her homework. She could eat whatever she wanted and also bring some for her brothers and Zhou Jie.

Then, Jiang Xia took two cans of luncheon meat to cook. Zhou Mu was probably at the wharf or washing vegetables.

For dinner, they had luncheon meat stir-fried with cucumber, luncheon meat and scrambled eggs, and stir-fried water spinach. Since the Zhou family was used to seafood, Jiang Xia also made a dish of smoked red fir fish fillet, frying the fish fillets until both sides were golden, then sprinkling them with chopped scallions and red chili flakes.

These simple four dishes all looked incredibly appetizing.

After finishing her homework, Zhou Zhou came to help with the cooking. Jiang Xia noticed that Zhou Zhou had swallowed her saliva several times while looking at the luncheon meat.

Jiang Xia wondered if it was because the pork used in this era was all heritage pork, or if the export quality was better, but she found the food factory's luncheon meat to be delicious.

The family rarely ate meat, so they all enjoyed it, especially Zhou Zhou.

However, Zhou Chenglei preferred the smoked red fir fish fillet that Jiang Xia made, finding it more fragrant. He ate five bowls of rice.

The luncheon meat was a bit too seasoned for his taste.

Whenever Jiang Xia cooked, he could eat five bowls of rice, compared to his usual four.

After eating five bowls of rice, the consequence of having enough energy was that Jiang Xia was tossed and turned by him three times that night.

The next morning, Jiang Xia's legs felt weak as she got out of bed.

Jiang Xia hadn't gone out to sea for several days, and as she tiredly got up to join them, she noticed a hint of red on her clothes while changing.

"..."

Jiang Xia looked up at Zhou Chenglei.

(End of Chapter)

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