newbobooks Chapter 177
Chapter 177
Seeing her like this, the anger in Xiang Tianyi's chest grew even hotter. He flexed his wrists slightly."For the next while, the power supply workers will be staying here until your village is fully electrified. I have other things to attend to, so I'll take my leave now." Xiang Tianyi said, turning to walk away.
"Take care, Manager Xiang." Song Nianchu noticed that Xiang Tianyi seemed to be in a bad mood, but in her memory, he had always been emotionally unstable, so she didn't dwell on it. She waved at him with a smile.
Xiang Tianyi's steps faltered for a moment; he felt even more irritated.
But he didn't look back. Only after getting into the car did he turn his head to take a glance.
Song Nianchu was saying something to Mu Shi'an, her expression lively, especially her sparkling eyes, as if the whole world could only hold that man.
Xiang Tianyi clenched his jaw tightly. When Song Nianchu hadn't returned yet, he had already subtly asked Wu Zhengui about her husband.
This man was actually a reform subject sent down to the countryside. Aside from that face of his, what else could match Song Nianchu?
It was truly like planting a fresh flower on a heap of cow dung.
"Drive." Xiang Tianyi withdrew his gaze and instructed the driver upfront.
"Yes, sir." The driver promptly responded, and the car slowly pulled away.
Mu Shi'an seemed to hear the noise and turned his head to look. After confirming the car had left, he looked away.
In the following days, besides taking care of matters at the canning factory, Song Nianchu also had to oversee the work of the power supply staff.
Sometimes, they needed to communicate with the village regarding certain wiring issues, because the utility poles occasionally took up some fertile farmland and required negotiations with the village.
Song Nianchu ran back and forth like this for half a month until all the village's electrical lines were finally set up.
On the night the power was turned on, every household in the village waited eagerly at home.
Everyone gathered around the tiny electric lamp, their eyes filled with hope.
Song Nianchu wasn't at home; she was at the canning factory.
Mu Shi'an's foot had fully recovered by then, and he was by her side.
As the seconds and minutes ticked by, Song Nianchu felt even more nervous than the time her company had gone public.
In the darkness, she could clearly feel her heart racing.
After an unknown amount of time, a short whistle sounded from outside. Overjoyed, Song Nianchu immediately pulled the switch in her hand.
The dim surroundings were suddenly illuminated. Still unaccustomed to the brightness after being in darkness for so long, she squinted slightly.
The white incandescent light overhead had lit up, driving all the shadows out of the room.
Song Nianchu glanced down at her hand, then looked around; every corner was bright.
"Shi'an, we have electricity!" Song Nianchu turned and gazed intently at Mu Shi'an.
"Yes, we have electricity now." Mu Shi'an nodded gently.
Song Nianchu threw herself into his arms. By then, Mu Shi'an had become quite adept at catching her.
"Shi'an, our life is only going to get better."
"Yes, it certainly will." Mu Shi'an held Song Nianchu tightly.
Meanwhile, every household in the village was immersed in immense joy.
Everyone looked at the incandescent light with wonder. Even each family member personally experienced the magical feeling of flipping the switch to turn the light on and off.
"Chu! The electricity's on! It's on in the village, too!"
Just as Song Nianchu and Mu Shi'an were enjoying their rare moment of intimacy, an eager voice came from outside.
It was Wu Zhengui.
"It's Uncle Zhengui." Song Nianchu quickly stepped back from Mu Shi'an's embrace.
"I heard him." Mu Shi'an felt a slight hint of discontent.
"Let's go out and see." Song Nianchu headed outside, and Mu Shi'an naturally followed.
Song Nianchu initially thought it was only Wu Zhengui, but to her surprise, the entire village was there as soon as she stepped out.
"Why is everyone here?" She looked at them in surprise.
Wu Zhengui didn't say anything; he just turned and signaled to the people behind him.
"Thank you, Chu!" Everyone cheered in unison.
The sound was so loud it almost numbed Song Nianchu's ears.
"What are you all doing?" Song Nianchu's throat tightened.
"Everyone has come to thank you." Wu Zhengui smiled.
"Yes, Chu, that electric light is really magical. Pull the string and it lights up—the whole room, even the corners, are so bright. Before, no matter how many kerosene lamps we lit, we couldn't light up an entire room. But one little bulb lights everything up."
"Now I won't strain my eyes making shoe soles at night."
"And you're still thinking about making shoe soles under the light? Electricity costs so much."
"That's true too, haha."
The villagers laughed together, but their eyes were all filled with hope for a better life ahead.
"Chu, you know folks in the village aren't good with words, but they really mean it when they thank you." Wu Zhengui's eyes even started to glisten.
"Uncle Zhengui, why are you saying this? When I was sick before, everyone didn't spare any effort in looking after me either." Song Nianchu's voice grew a little husky.
Most of the villagers were distant relatives, and truly speaking, they were like one big family.
"That's different. We took care of you, and you've repaid us. But when you repaid us, we had to feel grateful, and we also had to let you feel our gratitude." Wu Zhengui said firmly.
At first, Song Nianchu thought Wu Zhengui's thanks were just the villagers' single shout of gratitude earlier. But she truly understood what he meant by "letting her feel their thanks" only when she returned home.
Because the yard was piled high with all sorts of things.
There were sweet potatoes, potatoes, and mostly smoked fish—each item laid out almost like a small mountain in the courtyard.
Mu Haoxuan and Mu Yongnian were guarding that small mountain of food.
As soon as they saw Song Nianchu and the others return, they rushed over.
"Sister, the villagers gave us all this. They said it's for you." Mu Haoxuan looked up and said.
Looking at the mountain of food, Song Nianchu couldn't help but laugh, but as she laughed, her eyes grew a little teary.
None of this were anything valuable, but they were the best things the villagers could offer.
"The people in your village are very kind." Mu Shi'an took Song Nianchu's hand.
"Yes. They really are good people." Song Nianchu nodded.
If not for their care, the illness she'd caught when she'd first transmigrated here would've had her reporting to the King of Hell again.
Mu Shi'an gazed at the small food mountain and said softly,
"Now I understand why you're so determined to help them lead a better life."
Because they were worth it.
That was the answer in both Song Nianchu's and Mu Shi'an's hearts.