Quick Transmigration: The Pregnant Little Fairy is Pampered by the Heirless Boss

Chapter 300 Era: XCMG's Simple-minded Wife 4

Under the kerosene lamp, Xu Weidong held a pencil and wrote the first word on the yellowed scrap paper:

"Ode".

“Your name.” His voice was deep, his finger tapping on the paper, “'Song,' the ‘Song’ of praise.”

Ji Xiaosong leaned over the table, tilting her head to look, her eyes reflecting the flickering lamplight.

She deliberately dragged out her words: "Oh... so that's how I write my name."

Xu Weidong glanced at her, then wrote down the second character:

"Xu".

"My surname."

Ji Xiaosong blinked, then suddenly reached for the pencil and began to imitate it crookedly on the paper.

Xu Weidong expected to see a bunch of scribbles, but the next second...

A neat "Xu" character appeared on the paper, the strokes even carrying a hint of strength.

Xu Weidong frowned slightly: "...You studied this before?"

Ji Xiaosong immediately shook her head, her eyes innocent: "No, I just copied it."

Xu Weidong, refusing to believe in superstition, wrote a few more complex characters:

"Machinery", "supply and marketing", "abacus".

Ji Xiaosong held the pen "clumsily" and followed along stroke by stroke, but the characters she wrote became more and more upright, even more lively than Xu Weidong's.

Nonsense, she's a spirit who's lived for thousands of years, what kind of font hasn't she seen?

But she insisted on pretending to be a beginner, and would "accidentally" make a mistake or two every now and then, and then "annoyed" herself by erasing and rewriting it.

Xu Weidong stared at her for a long time, then suddenly reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to look up.

"Ji Xiaosong," he said in a cold, deep voice, "who exactly are you?"

Ji Xiaosong's heart skipped a beat, but she remained calm on the surface. Instead, she pouted aggrievedly, "Brother Weidong, you pinched me too hard..."

Xu Weidong released his grip, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He took a good look at this young wife for the first time:

With fair skin and eyes as bright as stars, she appeared timid, yet possessed a cunning nature.

"……sleep."

He uttered only those two words before turning around and blowing out the kerosene lamp.

In the darkness, Ji Xiaosong secretly curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

Hooked.

The next morning, Ji Xiaosong officially started working at the supply and marketing cooperative.

A long queue had already formed in front of the grocery store, mostly elderly women from the residential compound, clutching their food coupons and vegetable baskets, scrutinizing the new sales clerk with critical eyes.

"Hey, isn't this Xu Gong's young wife?" A loud voice rang out from a middle-aged woman with curly hair. "I heard you're good at calculating, but don't make a mistake later!"

A few soft laughs immediately rang out from the surrounding area.

Ji Xiaosong nodded with a smile: "Don't worry, Auntie, I will calculate carefully."

As soon as she stood behind the counter, Li Xiulan leaned over sarcastically: "First day as a newcomer, don't mess it up."

As he spoke, he deliberately flipped to the most complicated page of the product price list:

The “Convertible Grain Exchange Rate” is written in dense detail, outlining the conversion standards for various grains. Even veteran sales clerks have to carefully check it.

Ji Xiaosong glanced at it and sneered inwardly. They were trying to embarrass her in public.

But she still had a kind smile on her face: "Thank you, Sister Xiulan, I will watch it carefully."

Li Xiulan snorted and swayed away.

The first customer was an elderly woman with a full head of white hair, carrying a cloth bag.

"Girl, weigh out two jin of sorghum rice for me, and exchange it for three jin of dried sweet potatoes."

Ji Xiaosong nodded and deftly picked up the scale beam.

But just then, the old lady suddenly changed her mind: "Oh dear, look at my memory! Forget the sorghum rice, let's have cornmeal instead!"

Ji Xiaosong paused, looked up at the old lady, whose eyes flickered, clearly on purpose.

Oh? Testing her?

She wasn't annoyed and smiled as she agreed, "Okay, I'll weigh you again."

But as soon as the cornmeal was weighed, the old lady changed her mind again: "Never mind, let's exchange it for sorghum rice instead!"

The customers in line began to grumble impatiently, while Li Xiulan chuckled nearby, waiting to see Ji Xiaosong's flustered reaction.

however……

Ji Xiaosong didn't even frown. She gently flicked her fingers on the abacus, and the crisp sound of the beads colliding rang out.

"Grandma, what you wanted in the end was two catties of sorghum rice and three catties of dried sweet potatoes, right?"

Her voice was clear and bright. “Sorghum rice is 12 cents a pound, 24 cents for 2 pounds; dried sweet potatoes are 8 cents a pound, 24 cents for 3 pounds. That’s 48 cents in total. You give me 50 cents, and I’ll give you 2 cents back.”

The old lady was stunned: "How...how did you calculate that? I changed it so many times..."

Ji Xiaosong smiled and pointed to her head: "I have a good memory."

The old lady refused to believe it and tried several more times, but Ji Xiaosong could always give her the exact price, and even remembered the types and weights that she changed along the way.

Finally, the old lady gave in and took a red apple out of her pocket and gave it to her.

"Girl, here's an apple for you, consider it an apology from your aunt!"

Ji Xiaosong couldn't refuse, so she accepted the apple and then distributed it to the children in line.

This move immediately won him a lot of goodwill.

During the lunch break, Wang Dafu called Ji Xiaosong to his office.

"Little Ji, I heard you did well today?"

Ji Xiaosong lowered her head, feigning shyness: "I was just following the rules..."

Wang Dafu smiled and took out a brand-new enamel mug from the drawer, with the words "Advanced Worker" printed on it in five red characters.

"Here, consider this a reward."

Ji Xiaosong's eyes lit up. This enamel mug was a rare item; usually, only those who received year-end performance reviews could get it.

Just as she was about to take it, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and Ji Hongmei rushed in anxiously: "Director! Something bad has happened! The people from the Municipal Management Committee have come to inspect and said there's a problem with our tea!"

Wang Dafu's expression changed: "What?"

Ji Hongmei glanced meaningfully at Ji Xiaosong: "The tea leaves... were handled by Xiao Ji."

In the backyard of the supply and marketing cooperative, two staff members from the municipal management committee were inspecting the tea cabinet with stern faces.

"Someone reported that your tea leaves are mixed with tree leaves!"

Li Xiulan immediately pointed at Ji Xiaosong: "She was in charge of it all! We had no idea!"

Ji Xiaosong sneered inwardly; this was clearly a frame-up.

She calmly stepped forward, picked up a handful of tea leaves, smelled them, and suddenly smiled: "Boss, there's nothing wrong with these tea leaves; they're top-quality jasmine tea."

The city management committee members didn't believe it: "But the whistleblower said..."

"Who is the whistleblower?" Ji Xiaosong blinked. "Let him come out and confront us."

There was silence.

Ji Hongmei's face turned ugly, and Li Xiulan stammered, not daring to respond.

Taking advantage of the moment, Ji Xiaosong grabbed a few tea leaves, put them into an enamel mug, and poured hot water over them.

Instantly, the delicate fragrance of jasmine filled the air, and even the people from the Municipal Management Committee couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"This……"

"Boss, would you like to try some?" Ji Xiaosong handed over the jar with both hands.

The city management committee member took a sip and his eyes lit up: "This is indeed excellent tea!"

Wang Dafu breathed a sigh of relief and glared fiercely at Ji Hongmei.

Ji Xiaosong wasn't finished yet. She suddenly exclaimed "Oh dear!" and picked out a different-looking leaf from the pile of tea leaves: "Boss, look what this is?"

The city management committee members took a closer look, and their expressions immediately changed: "...These are poplar leaves!"

Ji Xiaosong looked at Ji Hongmei in a panic: "Sister Hongmei, what... what's going on?"

Ji Hongmei's face turned deathly pale: "You're spouting nonsense!"

Wang Dafu slammed his fist on the table in anger: "Investigate! Investigate thoroughly!"

The survey results came out when I left work in the evening.

Someone was mixing leaves into the tea, and that person was Li Xiulan.

She was docked half a month's salary on the spot and made to write a self-criticism.

As for Ji Hongmei, although there is no evidence to suggest that she was involved, everyone knows the truth.

Ji Xiaosong carried the enamel mug that read "Advanced Worker" and hummed a little tune as she walked home.

As soon as she turned into the alley, she saw Xu Weidong leaning against the wall waiting for her.

"Brother Weidong!" She ran over, holding up the jar like a prize, "Look, I won an award!"

Xu Weidong took the jar and looked at it, then suddenly asked, "Did you orchestrate the tea incident?"

Ji Xiaosong feigned ignorance: "Huh?"

Xu Weidong stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out and ruffled her hair: "...Well done."

As the sun set, the corners of the man's mouth turned up slightly, and his hard features were bathed in a soft, warm light.

Ji Xiaosong was stunned for a moment, then suddenly felt her heart beating a little fast.

Oh no, it seems like we've gone too far.