Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Chapter 022: Jingchen, Brother Jing, Brother Chen?

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"Come in." Zhang Shanni straightened out her slightly wrinkled old-fashioned clothes, and after confirming that there was nothing inappropriate, she calmly replied.

Following her voice, the one who pushed the door and entered was Xie Jingchen. Seeing that it was him, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Taking a closer look, she saw that he was carrying bamboo mats, bedding, and pillows intended for sleep, so she hurriedly stepped forward to help, "Xie Jingchen, let me do it."

Inside the inner room, the bed was already covered with a straw mat, with a thick pillow and a thin blanket on it.

This meant that what Xie Jingchen had brought in must be for her.

"Little girl, step aside." Xie Jingchen shook his head, refusing her kind offer to help, directly placing the bamboo mat and bedding aside, feeling the temperature of the bed with his hand. Finding it not too hot, just a touch warm, and noticing some dampness along the edges of the bed, he realized that the little girl had once again wiped down the bed herself.

He skillfully spread the bamboo mat, placing the pillow with the freshly changed pillowcase and the bedding on top of it. As a military man, he made the bed quickly and neatly; Zhang Shanni wanted to step in and do it herself, but everything was already quickly taken care of by him!

"Xie Jingchen, thank you," Zhang Shanni could only say these two sentences.

"You need not be so formal. We are going to spend a lifetime together. These things within my power I can do myself when I'm home. Also, shouldn't you change the way you address me?" What wife calls her husband by his full name?!

Zhang Shanni blushed involuntarily under Xie Jingchen's glance. Of course, it wasn't noticeable unless one looked closely. Seeing his serious expression, she relaxed a bit and tentatively called out:

"Oh, Brother Shitou?"

Hearing this, Xie Jingchen's eyebrows knitted together, that Sichuan-character wrinkle on his forehead could almost trap flies: "No good. You're used to calling that at home, but you'll have to change it again when we go out. It's superfluous."

"Brother Xie? Brother Jing? Jingchen? Brother Chen?" Zhang Shanni mentioned a few names in succession, all derived from his actual name, until she reached Brother Chen. Seeing his face relax, she knew he preferred this nickname.

"Let's go with Brother Chen." In Qingfeng Village, there were too many people with the surname Xie; there were already four in his own home alone called Brother Jing, so who would respond to that? Calling him by his given name seemed improper, especially as the little girl was a full ten years younger than him. Brother Chen it was!

"I'll follow your lead," Zhang Shanni obediently nodded. It was just a nickname, after all. She felt anything was fine as long as it wasn't a derogatory term.

"Little girl, you should sleep early. Tomorrow we'll go to register our marriage certificate. In three days, we'll host a few wedding feasts. I've inconvenienced you." Xie Jingchen said somewhat awkwardly and, without waiting for her response, quickly added, "I'm going to take a bath, so you should go to sleep," and prepared to leave.

"Wait, wait a minute!" Zhang Shanni called out to stop him as she saw him leaving.

"Hmm?" Xie Jingchen hesitated, looking back at her, but his body remained outside without turning around.

"Brother Chen, I don't feel mistreated at all, and I'm really grateful for your help! Really, thank you! I'll go to bed now, and you should also rest early. I want to set out early tomorrow."

What was there to feel mistreated about? Xie Jingchen was willing to take her in and provide her a place to stay. She should be thanking him. She had no money now, and when going to the town in the morning, she could go to the mountain to hunt for game to trade in exchange for silver. This way, she wouldn't need to depend on others for everything, making herself look lowly.

The independent Zhang Shanni couldn't bear asking men for silver to spend.

"Alright, sleep well." Xie Jingchen said as he closed the door.

Zhang Shanni didn't wait for him to come back; after he left, she thought about it and washed the original owner's clothes, hanging them to dry in the partition.

The inner room's wall connected to the bed, with almost half of the wall taken up by a large platform bed, leaving the partition with about five or six square meters of space—not too small. Houses at this time wouldn't be too cramped, but also wouldn't be excessively large unless they were intended to be used as storerooms.