Transmigrating into a Book in the 80s: After Giving Up, I Was Pampered by a Rough Man

A long shot pushes in from the foot of the mountain upwards.

The fishpond shimmered, the duck shed was covered in white feathers, and the mushroom sheds were lined up in a neat row.

The camera zoomed in all the way to the observation deck at the top of the mountain.

There is no narration in this section.

There was only background music and the sounds of wind and birdsong.

The members of the Red Star Brigade looked at the mountains and water on the screen, at the roads they walked every day, and their eyes inexplicably welled up with tears.

For the first time, they discovered that the place they had lived in their entire lives could be so beautiful.

The scene suddenly changed.

At the No. 1 Department Store in the provincial capital, five thousand jars of Red Star chili sauce were piled up like a small mountain.

There was a long queue in front of the counter.

A woman was carrying two cans in each hand, stuffing them into her arms as if afraid they would disappear in the next second.

A veteran CCTV reporter chimed in.

"I originally came here to film another project."

"But standing in front of this counter, I changed my mind."

"Behind this jar of hot sauce is the spirit of ordinary people striving to make a good life."

Jiang Mian leaned back in her chair, with three preserved plum pits already collected in the paper bag beside her.

Lu Ting reached out and took the paper package, then folded it for her.

She watched quietly.

But Lu Ting noticed that the corners of her eyes were a little moist.

He didn't say anything, but simply placed his hand on the back of her hand.

In the last ten minutes of the film, the camera shifts to Osmanthus Lane in the county town.

The silver-gray Land Rover at the alley entrance only had half its front end showing before it was quickly scratched.

The image shows four red lacquered wooden trays.

Aunt Zhang and Aunt Li walked ahead carrying the fabric.

A young man dressed in a gray-blue Zhongshan suit followed behind, carrying betrothal gifts in his arms.

The young man stood up straight.

The narration softened.

"This young man didn't even have his own surname a year ago."

Today, he dressed in decent clothes and took his savings to propose to the girl he loved.

The camera did not show Jiang Mian's face directly.

Only one hand was captured on camera taking three documents out of a briefcase and pushing them onto the table.

Next came Jiang Mian's clear voice.

"An Sheng now takes my husband's surname, Lu."

"If he needs anything in the future, we, as his older brother and sister-in-law, will step in."

The image freezes on Lin Xiaoxue's profile as she walks out from behind the curtain of the inner room.

The girl's eyes were red, and she nodded gently.

The screen gradually dims.

The last line of text appeared.

"The spring breeze of reform has swept through Tomato County, allowing more ordinary people to stand tall and live a better life."

Written by: Xu Yang.

When the end credits rolled, no one spoke in the threshing ground.

There was a full five seconds of silence.

Then, Aunt Zhang was the first to stand up and blew her nose hard.

"My goodness, watching TV made me cry."

This sentence was like opening a floodgate, and the entire threshing ground instantly erupted in chaos.

"We're on CCTV! Our Red Star Brigade is on CCTV!"

"See that? That chili sauce is from our factory!"

"That scene with An Sheng was so cool!"

Lu Ansheng had already buried his face in his hat.

Lin Xiaoxue patted his back from the side, and laughed until her eyes were filled with tears.

Sun Dahai rushed to the TV, so excited he wanted to hug the screen.

"The whole nation has seen it! Our Red Star Brigade!"

Jiang Mian's ears were ringing from the noise, so she tugged at Lu Ting's sleeve.

"Let's go home."

Without saying a word, Lu Ting and the two quietly left through a side path on the side of the threshing ground.

Behind him came the cheers of the entire village.

And then someone found a string of firecrackers, which started popping and crackling.

Back in the villa's courtyard, the air suddenly became clean and quiet.

Lu Ting first heated up a bowl of red date and white fungus soup on the stove and brought it to Jiang Mian.

"Go to bed early after you finish drinking."

Jiang Mian held the bowl and had only taken two sips when the landline in the living room rang.

Lu Ting walked over and answered the phone.

"Feed".

On the other end of the phone, Qian Weimin's loud voice could be heard even through the receiver.

"Brother Lu! I saw it! I saw the videotape! It's a CCTV documentary!"

Qian Weimin was so excited his voice almost cracked.

"I'm having someone put up a sign saying 'The same brand featured in the CCTV documentary' in the store window first thing tomorrow morning! Do you know how much that sign is worth?!"

Lu Ting immediately moved the microphone further away, "Keep your voice down."

"Mianmian is going to sleep."

Qian Weimin immediately lowered his voice, but his speaking speed did not slow down at all.

"Okay, I'll keep my voice down."

"Brother Lu, tell Doctor Jiang that Pierre just sent a telegram saying he's passed the clip to France, and two television stations are already asking for overseas authorization!"

"He said this is a endorsement of Oriental Style by national-level media, which is of immense value!"

Lu Ting turned his head and addressed Jiang Mian, who was sitting on the sofa.

Jiang Mian finished the last sip of the white fungus soup and licked her lips.

"Let him handle the copyright negotiations with Xu Yang and CCTV; I don't care."

Lu Ting relayed the message.

Qian Weimin then launched into a long explanation of the market reaction in Hong Kong, mentioning that reservation card prices had risen again and that the socialite circle was going crazy.

The entire Oriental Style series has been officially launched after Jiang Mian returned.

The reaction on Hong Kong Island this time was no less intense than before.

Jiang Mian yawned and reached out her hand to Lu Ting.

Lu Ting immediately interrupted Qian Weimin on the other end of the phone, "Hang up."

"Wait, Brother Lu, I still have..."

Doodle.

Lu Ting put down the microphone, came back, bent down, and picked Jiang Mian up from the sofa.

One hand supports the waist, the other hand cradles the knees.

"Go upstairs to sleep."

Jiang Mian wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her face against his shoulder, and mumbled sleepily.

"Uncle Zhao's phone will definitely be ringing off the hook tomorrow."

"You don't need to worry about it." Lu Ting walked up the stairs, his steps steady and light.

"Just make sure you get enough rest."

Jiang Mian hummed softly, in a sweet tone.

The news broke the next morning, just as expected.

The People's Daily published a short commentary on its third page.

The title, in six large characters, reads: "The Lessons from Tomato County."

The article positions Tomato County as an "advanced model of township enterprises driving the dual circulation of domestic demand and exports."

The three brands, Hongxing Chili Sauce, Dongfang Huashang, and Zhizhen Yupin, were specifically mentioned.

The phone in Zhao Jianguo's office had been ringing non-stop since seven in the morning.

The secretaries of the three neighboring counties are coming to visit.

The economic and trade offices of two regions in the province are coming to conduct research.

Furthermore, a ministry in Beijing called, indicating its intention to include Tomato County in the State Council's recommended list of "National Typical Cases of Township Enterprise Development".

Xiao Qin ran in and out, her voice almost hoarse from shouting.

Zhao Jianguo sat behind his desk, where seven or eight cigarette butts had already piled up in the ashtray.

But the smile lines at the corners of his mouth didn't disappear all day.

On the Red Star Brigade side, Jiang Mian didn't get up until the sun was high in the sky.

When she came downstairs, Lu Ting was wiping his face with a wet towel in the yard.

He vomited once this morning, and his face is still a little pale.

Jiang Mian walked over and reached out to touch his forehead.

"Did you throw up again?"

"fine."

Lu Ting draped the towel over the rack.

"I smelled someone simmering bone broth outside the courtyard when I woke up early this morning, but the smell was a bit strong."

Jiang Mian patted his arm tenderly.

"I'll get you two pills; sucking on them will help suppress the pressure."

She turned and went upstairs.

She was still thinking about the box of pregnancy-preserving pills in the system space, wondering if they would work for Lu Ting.

Just as I stepped onto the third step, a clear notification sound rang in my ears.

Jiang Mian paused, and a line of golden text appeared before her eyes.

Main storyline completion rate: 90%.

[Remaining conditions for a perfect ending: Family harmony and the birth of offspring.]

Jiang Mian paused for two seconds, then unconsciously placed her hand on her lower abdomen.

Lu Ting's voice came from the courtyard downstairs.

"Mianmian? Why did you stop walking?"

Jiang Mian turned around and saw Lu Ting standing in the courtyard, looking up at her.

Sunlight fell on the man's shoulders.

Her eyes still showed signs of exhaustion from vomiting, but as soon as she stopped, her expression immediately became tense.

The next second, he had already started walking towards the stairs.

Jiang Mian smiled and said, "Honey, I'm fine."

She touched her lower abdomen, her voice soft.

"It just suddenly dawned on me that our family is going to have a new member."