Siheyuan: The Final Winner

Qin Huairu was no different than usual.

After a while, I said no.

Jiang Pingan had no choice but to let her go.

Jia's.

Qin Huairu returned home with sixty catties of cornmeal on her back and a can of lard in her arms.

After unloading the things, she opened the curtain and looked inside, and heard Jia Zhang snoring softly.

"Does she really not care, or is she holding back some bad thoughts?" Qin Huairu thought to himself.

While thinking about it, Jia Zhang's snoring stopped abruptly, and she only heard her say leisurely:

"Aren't you going to sleep? You've been here for so long, are you afraid that I'll trouble you?"

"Sleep, you are a widow, and I am also a widow. I know the difficulties of being a widow, will I still criticize you?"

"As long as you don't want to leave Jia's house, and raise them steadily, everything will be fine."

"But just one thing, I'll remind you repeatedly that only he is allowed, and nothing else is allowed."

"My Jia family must have a good reputation, and the sticks must be clean. You must abide by this."

Qin Huairu felt relieved, hearing what she said so clearly, she probably wouldn't do anything wrong.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Mrs. Jia Zhang get up, with a puzzled face and said:

"You are fast enough, isn't that kid very clear? You hooked up now?"

She didn't want to blame Qin Huairu, she just wanted her daughter-in-law to curry favor with Jiang Ping'an!

In this case, life will be much easier with this backing in the future.

Qin Huairu complained quietly: "What kind of hookup? I'm not ugly, am I?"

"He is a young guy with a lot of anger, and I sent him to the door again. Why does he push it away?"

Jia Zhang sighed, and murmured softly: "That's right, there is no cat in the world that doesn't steal."

"No matter how tough Jiang Pingan's style is, he is still a man. When he meets a coquettish woman like you, he can't help it."

"But you have to pay attention to your stomach, I don't care about the rest."

She also understood that Qin Huairu's appearance in the courtyard was first-class charming and enchanting.

There is a saying that women chase men, interlayer gauze.

Qin Huairu sent him to the door, unless Jiang Ping'an was in poor health, how could he hold on?

"I really didn't think of this before, but my impression is that he has a decent style." Jia Zhang said.

Qin Huairu returned to the stove to wash her face, but she didn't hear clearly, and asked in confusion, "What did you just say?"

"It's nothing, since it's done, let's do it, wash up and sleep!" Jia Zhang replied, and then fell asleep.

Qin Huairu saw that she didn't get to the bottom of it, and secretly thought that she really didn't talk about it, but really thought so.

So let go of her worries, and live and work in the future, and her life will be nourished.

Be a good widow outside, honor her mother-in-law inside, raise children, and serve Jiang Pingan secretly.

This kind of life seems to be poor, but for her, it is definitely rich and colorful.

After pouring out a basin of water and washing it carefully, Qin Huairu changed into a pair of underpants and went back to the kang to lie down.

I heard Jia Zhang asked again: "Have you seen the food? Is it really cornmeal? Isn't it cornmeal?"

"I've seen it, it's real cornmeal, delicate and golden in color, and the color is very good." Qin Huairu replied in a low voice.

"There are also those two catties of lard, which are warm, shiny, and fragrant. It looks like good lard."

"Don't worry, since Ping An promised to help, he will definitely not mess with us."

Mrs. Jia Zhang smiled in satisfaction and said, "That's good. After hearing what you said, I'm so hungry right now."

"Cornmeal is good. Whether it's steamed buns, muffins, hair cakes, or wild vegetable dumplings, it's delicious."

As soon as he got in touch with Jiang Ping'an, the benefits came. Jia Zhang felt that Qin Huairu was really capable.

"That won't work, you won't be afraid of others' suspicion if you get up so late to cook?" Qin Huairu shook his head.

"Cornmeal and lard must be hidden and eaten, and you have to..."

"What else?" Jia Zhang wondered.

Qin Huairu pondered for a moment, and said: "From now on, if you have nothing to do, go cry poorly with the people in the courtyard."

"After I got to work, you said that Sticky eats a lot, and I also eat a lot when I am pregnant with a child."

"The ration at home is not enough, the coarse grains are not enough to eat, and there is no oil and water. Life is hard."

"In short, we can no longer make people dislike us like when Dongxu was here, and let everyone pity us."

"This..." Jiazhang thought for a while, and felt that Qin Huairu was right, but frowned again and said:

"Crying poor, I can't cry, I will roll around, er, and swear."

"It's better for you to cry poorly, anyway, you used to pretend to be pitiful outside..."

She is not stupid, Qin Huairu used to be busy in the yard, attracting sympathy, she saw it all.

The reason she didn't stop her was because she knew that Jia's family had a bad reputation.

There is Qin Huairu who pretends to be pitiful and can talk to the people in the courtyard, so the Jia family will not be completely isolated.

Don't look at Jia Zhang's irrationality on the surface, but in fact he is shrewd!

Otherwise, how could he have been domineering in the courtyard for so many years and still be able to stand still?

As an old widow, Po La is just a disguise, so that people can't be underestimated and feel easy to be bullied.

In fact, she also depends on what people order, bullying the weak and fearing the hard.

It's really a mindless rampage, and there are no bones left that have been eaten long ago.

Qin Huairu sighed softly and said, "I have nothing to pretend to be. I am pitiful."

"I have a dead man. I have a mother-in-law and a child who needs to be raised, and I have to earn money to support my family."

"I am a woman from a Taoist family, and it is very pitiful to bear such a heavy burden on my body."

Jia Zhang secretly admired her, she is a daughter-in-law who is born to pretend.

Those eyes, which were about to drop tears, were slightly hooked, and the small mouth was slightly shrunk, as if crying.

Anyway, let her pretend, she can't pretend.

Just as he was about to speak, Qin Huairu got up abruptly and got off the kang.

"Why are you getting up again? Didn't you sleep?" Jia Zhang wondered.

In the dark night, Qin Huairu's face was hot.

She washed it several times just now, but she didn't expect there to be more, so it's hard to say it clearly.

Jia Zhang frowned, wondering what Qin Huairu was up to.

After a short while, I heard the sound of watering, and I couldn't help but suddenly realized.

She always blushed, spat lightly, and secretly thought that Qin Huairu was shameless.

But he didn't say much, pretending to be a lake.

...

In the morning, the sky is slightly bright.

Both Jiang Ping'an and He Yushui continued to get along.

Both of them have watches, and they made an appointment last night to leave early.

today is Sunday.

He Yushui has to go to class tomorrow, so she has to rush back this afternoon.

Jiang Ping'an prepared two large bags of rice noodles in advance, one of which was tied to his car.

Another bag was tied to He Yushui's car.

There is no need to bring vegetables. Although it is autumn, there are still vegetables to eat in the countryside.

"Can you pull such a heavy thing?" Jiang Ping'an asked with a smile.

He Yushui wrinkled his nose and said, "You underestimate me too!"

"Not to mention only one bag of food, even if I put another bag, I can still take it away!"

Jiang Pingan nodded and said, "Okay, let's set off now, there will be no further delay!"

"By the way, you went to play in the country with me, did you tell your brother?"

He Yushui smiled and said, "I only said that I would go out to play today, I didn't say that I was going to the countryside."

"Don't worry, as long as I come back in time in the afternoon, he doesn't usually care about me."