Siheyuan: The Final Winner

It's almost noon.

Jiang Pingan and Qin Huairu left the hut to go home.

Seeing Qin Huairu's face flushed and refreshed, Jia Zhang sighed softly and said:

"I haven't been home all morning, and now I feel at ease?"

"Mom, don't be so mean, can you?" Qin Huairu's mouth curled up slightly, and he said in a bad mood.

Jia Zhang said: "I'm not being weird."

"It's that you toss and turn at night and can't sleep these days. I'm worried about you, afraid that you will be rejected by others."

"As a widow, it's nothing to suffer a little, but I'm afraid that people will like the new and hate the old, and in the end the gain will outweigh the loss!"

"One more thing, there are many gossips in front of the widow's house, so life should not be chaotic. Once it is chaotic, the only one who suffers will be yourself."

Qin Huairu raised her eyebrows, stepped forward and sat on the edge of the Kang, curiously said:

"Mom, it seems that you have a lot of life experience! Can you tell me about your youthful scenery?"

"Bah! Why do I tell you this when I have nothing to do?" Jia Zhang blushed.

Qin Huairu pursed her lips and smiled: "Well, if you don't tell me, I won't ask any more questions, but don't tell me this again."

"Hehe, am I afraid that you will suffer? Don't I remind you more?" Jia Zhang said dryly.

After a pause, she glanced out the window, then turned her head and asked in a low voice, "Jiang Ping'an, did you not dislike you?"

"Well, no, he still treats me as well as before, can you rest assured now?" Qin Huairu said truthfully.

"Also, because we invited them to dinner tonight, Ping An promised to give me a catty of pork and a cured chicken."

Speaking of this, she had a happy smile on her face.

It doesn't matter how much pork and cured chicken are, but it also represents her status in Jiang Pingan's heart.

What's more, in this era when there are only a few taels of pork rations per capita, a catty of pork and a cured chicken are really a lot.

Jia Zhang's face showed surprise, then he clapped his hands and smiled, "Okay! Sure enough, you are right with the wrong person, this kid is real!"

These days, all kinds of meat are too rare to come by.

Especially in the second half of last year, there was nothing to sell on the market, and meat could not be bought even if there was a ticket.

It was only in the twelfth lunar month that there was very little pork supply.

After people bought it, they were reluctant to eat it. Most of them were fried into lard, and they were eaten sparingly.

It seems that my daughter-in-law didn't lie, Jiang Ping'an was really kind to her, and she didn't like the new and dislike the old.

Thinking of this, Jia Zhang admired Qin Huairu very much.

Ever since Qin Huairu and Jiang Ping'an got in touch, life with her own family has also become easier.

Unlike her, although she was sought after when she was young, He Daqing, Xu Ning'an, and Yi Zhonghai fought for her.

But these guys are all shrewd like mice in a frying pan, they only take advantage of the advantages but not the disadvantages.

After Lao Jia died, she had no one to rely on.

Otherwise, why would she mess around when she has nothing to do? Isn't there no one to rely on, only yourself?

Just as Jia Zhang was about to say something more, Qin Huairu frowned suddenly, trotted a few steps, poured hot water and said anxiously:

"Mom, come to the door and help me guard a little bit. It's a bit busy today. I'll wash it first, lest the sticks come back."

Jiazhang was startled when he heard the words, and hurriedly got off the kang, muttering in his heart, "What a crime!"

...

Jiang Ping'an returned home.

Qin Jingru and He Yushui were making lunch, and they were laughing and joking, very cheerful.

Back then, Jiang Ping'an took He Yushui to the countryside early and let her get to know Qin Jingru.

It was because Qin Jingru came to the courtyard, afraid that she would be unfamiliar and no one would keep her company.

It's all right now, the two get along well, it seems that this move is the right one.

Even if Jiang Ping'an had something to do, he no longer worried that Qin Jingru would be bored alone.

"Are you back safely? Yushui quickly pour some hot water and let him wash his face. I don't have empty hands." Qin Jingru said.

He Yushui responded, filled a basin with hot water, carried it to the living room, twisted the towel and handed it over, and said with a smile:

"Sister Jingru and I went shopping in the street for a long time in the morning. There were so many people, it was very lively!"

Jiang Ping'an washed his hands, took the towel, and said with a smile:

"During the time before school starts, you should take her around more often, so that you can tell the difference between the south, the south, and the north."

After a pause, he waved to her, and when she got closer, he whispered: "Go to the small courtyard in the afternoon, don't forget."

He Yushui's face brightened, and he hesitated again: "We went there, what about Miss Jingru?"

"Qin Huairu invites us to dinner in the evening, and she will go to play early in the afternoon, so no one will accompany her," Jiang Ping'an said.

He Yushui covered his mouth with a chuckle and said, "That's good!"

"Although I want to make out with you, I don't want you to neglect Miss Jingru."

"Also, you'd better go to Jia's for dinner tonight..."

"I'm just going to tell you that I'm going to my brother's house for dinner tonight."

After washing his face, He Yushui scrubbed the towel, took away the water and poured it out, and then went to help cook.

In the past one or two years, Qin Jingru has been with Jiang Ping'an, and under his guidance, she is good at cooking.

Now that I'm in the city, I don't have any rain to bring with me, and I'm even more obsessed with cooking. Some home-cooked dishes are becoming more and more delicious.

Soon, the food was served, and the three of them still ate in the kitchen, where it was warmer.

"When you go to Jia's house later, remember to cut up a catty of pork and take it with you, and take a bacon," Jiang Ping'an ordered.

Qin Jingru frowned and said, "My sister invited us to dinner, why should we bring meat?"

She was a little bit reluctant, meat was too expensive.

"It's New Year's Eve, you can't come to the door empty-handed, right? Are you sorry?" Jiang Pingan said with a smile.

Qin Jingru hesitated, nodded and said: "Well, anyway, you have the final say at home!"

Even after Jiang Ping'an had spoken, even if she complained a few words, she would not stop her.

He Yushui at the side poured Jiang Ping'an two ounces of wine, handed it over, and said with a smile:

"Sister Jingru, I will go outside to play in the afternoon, so I won't accompany you!"

Qin Jingru nodded and smiled, "I don't need you to accompany me, I know you don't get along with my cousin."

She talked to He Yushui almost everything, and naturally knew that He Yushui hated Qin Huairu, so she wouldn't make things difficult for her.

Jiang Pingan took a bite of the food, took a sip of the wine from He Yushui, and nodded in satisfaction.

"I live a comfortable life, I don't deserve it for a god! Hehe..."

In the age of famine, there is wine and meat, not only can you eat enough, but you can also eat well, not to mention there are many women to accompany you.

Such a day is better than a fairy.

Qin Jingru smiled knowingly and nodded lightly. She lived a good life with Jiang Ping'an in the past two years.

How tough the days before were, eating the last meal and worrying about not having the next meal, that is really not the life people live.

It's all right now, just wait until the end of the month and Jiang Ping'an get a certificate.

At that time, the household registration will be transferred to the city, and in terms of work arrangements, she will have a few more fat boys, so she can sit back and relax.

"Brother, look at how sweet Miss Jingru's smile is!" He Yushui said with a smile.

Qin Jingru smiled and said: "Can I not smile sweetly? This life is getting more and more prosperous, and the spirit will naturally be there."

"Well, life will only get better and better in the future." Jiang Pingan nodded and smiled.

"Come on, let me drink, you drink juice, let's toast to celebrate..."