Crossing 70: Fish in the Pond Have Good News

Chapter 349 All night long!



Chapter 349 All night long!

The other educated youths walked on the road with heavy steps, exhausted. Seeing this, Zhuang Shouren sighed. They were a group of people who couldn't do anything. It would be better to rely on the children in their teens in the village. Then he remembered the suggestions made by other cadres, hoping that he would ask Jiang Yu and the others to come out to work.

He didn't want to go. First, he didn't want to have contact with them. Second, every time he talked to Jiang Yu, he felt extremely embarrassed. During that time, he had to feel the strange gazes of others, which was really annoying.

Besides, if they don't work, they won't get work points, so they can only buy food rations with money. Isn't this a good thing for the brigade? They can get cash income and share money with everyone. Why do you have to ask them to work? Are you unhappy that no one is arguing with you?

Zhuang Shouren sighed again, then returned home with a sour face.

The house was also in a mess. There was nothing that could be done. Cui Xiaofen, whose temperament had changed drastically after her disfigurement, and Lin Anna, who was full of conspiracy and calculation, clashed with each other, and there was some noise.

With the stupid Zhuang Dahe in the middle, Zhuang Shouren and Zhuang Dashan's family have a hard time every day.

Jiang Yu knew nothing about Zhuang Shouren's troubles.

Every day she either studies or does handicrafts, and she also has to learn foreign languages. She is so busy that she has no time to pay attention to other people. Even the frequency of eating melons has decreased a lot.

Xue Li was in a similar situation. The last time she went out, she borrowed the roasting stove from Jiang Yu and roasted peanuts, melon seeds, walnuts, hazelnuts and other nuts. The flavors were all different, including milk flavor, green tea flavor, five-spice flavor, and garlic flavor.

That day, the educated youth were so excited about lighting incense that if the source had not been in the backyard, the villagers nearby would have definitely come over to ask about it.

Because Jiang Yu borrowed the stove, she was able to get a portion of fried snacks of various flavors, which she could eat while studying.

In the next few days, Xue Li started to go out early and come back late. From frowning at the beginning to smiling later, it was obvious that he had found a good way and successfully took the first step in starting a business.

However, when they were having dinner together, Chen Jinghan always looked as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, and she would cast her eyes at Xue Li from time to time, which made the others dare not even speak too loudly.

Fu Biao and Xiong Lijin looked at him with disgust but also felt a little pity for him, but matters of the heart were a private matter between the two of them, and it would be better for other people to keep their distance from each other, so as to avoid being caught in a dilemma if things didn't go smoothly.

After dinner, Jiang Yu took her notebook and asked Xue Li about a few things to pay attention to when using words, then hurried back to her room. She had planned to do some wood carving in the evening.

The last time she and Yi Chi agreed to make a wooden sculpture of two people, her portrait was missing. No matter how she tried, it wasn't quite successful, so it had been delayed until now.

But it seemed that it would not be a good idea to delay it any further, so she planned to concentrate on the wood carving in the next few days and try to finish it as soon as possible.

The wood carving of Yi Chi's portrait was placed in the most conspicuous position on the kang cabinet. She could see it as long as she looked up. The solid-colored wooden doll looked a little dull and distorted, but Jiang Yu liked it very much. She planned to carve one of Yi Chi and Tuanzi next time.

After taking a look at the wood carving, Jiang Yu lowered his head again and focused on the wood in his hands.

The radio was playing pop music from Hong Kong. The sweet and lingering singing seemed to penetrate Jiang Yu little by little, causing her to involuntarily adjust the speed of the carving knife in her hand and gradually blend in with the singing.

Her hair, which had grown long after a winter, was casually tied behind her head, but there was still a strand of hair that was not long enough to be tied up, which swayed slightly with her movements.

With good food and clothes, and with genetic optimization, Jiang Yu's body, including facial features, limbs and hair, are all changing towards the best condition. Even his hands, which have been working for a long time, are becoming gradually slender and less likely to form calluses. This makes Jiang Yu, who has swollen and painful fingertips due to working in the market, a little dissatisfied.

Is this gene drug for those who use their beauty to please others? To become more beautiful and exquisite?

If it weren't for his enhanced strength and senses, Jiang Yu would really have doubted the true purpose of those people in the research institute.

Putting down the carving knife, Jiang Yu used a brush to clean the debris on the wood carving, then looked at the wood that already had a rough shape, looked in the mirror, determined the direction, and changed the carving knife to continue.

The carving knife moved across the wood, taking away strips of sawdust, and the shape of the clothes on the back of the wood carving gradually became clear.

Jiang Yu originally wanted to start from the face, because that was the part she was least sure of, but this time, she changed her mind and started with the clothes. Once her hand movements became more smooth, she would move on to sculpting the face. After all, she would know if it worked after trying it.

Time passed by little by little. The song on the radio had stopped long ago, but Jiang Yu still sat upright, the carving knife in her hand was not unstable at all, and the debris fell densely on the coarse cloth. The wood she was holding had turned into a puppet wearing a cotton coat. The hair part was halfway done, and she would start the most critical facial carving soon.

Jiang Yu thought that perhaps she was unsuccessful in sculpting the human face because she did not understand the facial structure thoroughly enough. She did not know the direction of the bones, the distribution of muscles and fat, and did not know how to make the face coordinated.

The success of Yi Chi's doll might be because she paid close attention to it all the time. She was too familiar with the other person's face. It was because of this familiarity that she was able to carve it smoothly. But when it came to her turn, as a woman who rarely even looked in the mirror on weekdays, she really didn't understand what she looked like, and therefore failed repeatedly.

But this time, Jiang Yu felt that she could do it. She had a hunch that she would succeed soon!

Because she has recently studied her face very carefully, the distribution of her facial features, those areas that are sunken or plump, she even used a pencil to draw the details many times to deepen her memory, so she has the confidence and feels that she can do it.

It was late at night, but Jiang Yu's hands had not stopped.

The face of the doll in her hand gradually became clear. She changed to the smallest carving knife, outlined the eyes, and carved out the most obvious feature of her face - the three white spots on the lower face. Then she carved the details of the nose, the thin but clearly outlined lips, and the curve of the chin.

Jiang Yu, who originally had a relatively rough style, began to polish the details bit by bit. This was a gift for Yi Chi, and it was a puppet belonging to both of them, with different meanings, so she hoped for perfection.

Jiang Yu didn't put down the tools in her hand until sounds began to appear in the silent team. After moving her wrist slightly, she found that her whole body was stiff.


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