Time space: the rough man's sick beauty, she turned wild

"Mom, don't stop me." Qian Xingsheng frowned slightly and growled at the old woman Qian who was blocking Qian Dabao.

Qian Xingsheng was extremely irritable.

When Qian Xingwang and his wife were around, they were the ones who did all the dirty and tiring work at home.

just now……

Qian Xingwang and his wife went to the capital to enjoy their happiness.

All the dirty work fell on his head.

"Stop fighting! Dabao is still young, teach him slowly!" Old Mrs. Qian snatched the broom that Qian Xingsheng was holding tightly in his hand and threw it into the corner where the firewood was piled.

"He is still young. Children of the same age as him have gone down to the fields to help the adults with work. He does not do anything or say anything. He also yells about eating this and that every day. If the young master is not alive, don't get that young master's disease!" Qian Xing Sheng's chest heaved with anger.

The boy from the family next door is more than a year younger than Qian Dabao. He follows his family members to work in the fields every day.

When the adults were threshing wheat, he would pick up the ears of wheat that fell into the field.

When the adults planted rice seedlings, he would help pull them out in the rice field.

After planting the rice seedlings, he followed the adults to the mountains to collect firewood.

……

This bastard thing from his family...

Every day, he only eats, sleeps, or plays, just like the pigs in the production team.

"No matter how sick you are, you don't have to worry about violating taboos." Mrs. Qian glared at Qian Xingsheng.

He turned around and went to coax the choking Qian Dabao to eat.

Qian Dabao, who was feeling burning pain all over his body, did not dare to act arrogant anymore, and obediently followed Mrs. Qian to the dinner table.

Qian Xingsheng dug out his eyes coldly, pulled up his sleeves to wipe away his tears and nose, and Qian Dabao also went to the table angrily.

Seeing the vacant seat, Qian Xingsheng frowned again.

"Mom, you just don't care about her?"

A girl in her twenties, running around all day long.

I don’t even know how to go home when it gets dark.

If this continues, no one will dare to marry her in the future.

"She has grown legs on her own, what do you want me to do about it? I can't tie her hands and feet up." Mrs. Qian put a chopstick of cold cucumber into Qian Dabao's bowl.

"She is already in her twenties. If this continues, no one will want her." Qian Xingsheng lowered his voice.

Mrs. Qian and Qian Xingsheng were not unaware of the rumors about Qian Zhizhi in the village.

But what's the use of knowing? !
Can Qian Zhizhi listen to the advice? !
"You still don't know what kind of temper she is?!" Old Mrs. Qian sighed.

"Can Chunsheng's mother agree with the two of them?" Qian Xingsheng whispered worriedly.

Chunsheng Niang is a very philistine, how could she allow his impoverished little sister to enter the house.

Chunsheng has a soft personality and will listen to his mother in everything.

"Mom, I think it's better to find a widower with children for Zhizhi, preferably one with two or three kids."

This way people won't keep staring at her unsatisfactory belly.

Even if they find out later that Qian Zhizhi cannot give birth, it will be easier for others to accept it.

He Chunsheng was the only precious son of his mother. If Qian Zhizhi got involved with him, wouldn't he want to destroy the roots of the old He family? !
Old Mrs. Qian couldn't help but sigh again.

It's all the fault of the Shen family's troll. If it weren't for the troll...

Her Zhizhi couldn't bear a baby either.

"Just take it one step at a time! At the worst, you can just hold one and keep it with your little sister." Old Mrs. Qian looked warily in the direction of the courtyard door, leaned into Qian Xingsheng's ear, and whispered.

"Can Ms. Chunsheng agree?" Qian Xingsheng frowned tightly. It was Qian Zhizhi who couldn't give birth, and it wasn't He Chunsheng.

To let Chun Sheng Niang know that she can't give birth...

Chunsheng Niang would probably have to block the door of their house and scold them.

"You're stupid!" Old Mrs. Qian took a sip of rice soup before speaking slowly.

Qian Xingsheng was a little confused.

Talking about Qian Zhizhi, just talking about Qian Zhizhi, why did you blame him again? !

"Just don't let her know." The corners of Old Mrs. Qian's wrinkled lips curved up with a determined look.

"You mean..." Qian Xingsheng's eyes lit up.

Mrs. Qian said nothing, only smiled and nodded.

With a "creak", the gently closed courtyard door opened.

Qian Zhizhi, wearing a floral skirt and wearing big waves that had been permed in the capital, came in swaying.

"Why are you coming back now? Didn't I ask you to come back earlier to make dinner?" Old Mrs. Qian asked with a frown.

"I want to come back early too! But Chun Sheng took me to visit here and there, and later he took me to the cinema to watch a movie." Qian Zhizhi covered her mouth and yawned, then sat down in an empty seat. superior.

"Then Chunsheng didn't say when the matchmaker would come to the house?" Mrs. Qian pushed the pickles and cucumbers towards Qian Zhizhi.

Qian Zhizhi took a mouthful of rice porridge and shook his head.

"He said that he never found the right opportunity to tell his mother, let me wait, and he also said that he would marry me." Qian Zhizhi couldn't suppress the smile on his lips and eyebrows.

When Mrs. Qian heard this, she couldn't help but frown.

She is not as optimistic as her daughter.

Chunsheng Niang is not a good person.

My daughter wants to enter Lao He's house, but I'm afraid it won't be that easy.

"What suitable opportunity is he looking for?" Qian Xingsheng was a little dissatisfied.

They have been back for so long. He Chunsheng really wanted to tell his mother, but he had already told her.

Haven't found the right opportunity yet? !
Marrying a wife is just a matter of three or two sentences, what opportunity should you look for? !
Qian Xingsheng became more and more angry as he thought about it.

"It's not like you don't know what Chunsheng's temperament is. If she says it rashly, it will definitely arouse her rebellious mentality. At that time, it will be difficult to persuade her to make peace." Qian Zhizhi sandwiched a piece of pickled vegetables. Pop it into your mouth.

"This matter cannot be rushed." Mrs. Qian nodded in agreement.

Chunsheng Niang is a soft-spoken woman, so you have to be tough with her. She dares to block the door of your courtyard with a knife and greet your eighteen generations of ancestors.

"Mom, why do you have these two dishes every day?" Qian Zhizhi turned around and spat out the pickle lumps in her mouth.

Since returning to Panshi Village, there is no meaty taste in the food, and there are pickles and pickles every day.

She really had enough to eat.

"You think you don't want to eat pickle dumplings, and I don't want to eat either. But other people's rice seedlings have been planted, and our field is still empty. If you have nothing to do tomorrow, you can also go to the field to help. It will be planted early. "That's it." Mrs. Qian put a piece of cold cucumber into Qian Zhizhi's bowl.

"I have made an appointment with Chunsheng to go to the park tomorrow." Qian Zhizhi said quickly.

"Isn't tomorrow Monday?" Qian Xingsheng looked at Qian Zhizhi suspiciously.

Qian Zhizhi lowered her eyelashes with guilt.

"Qian Zhizhi, don't treat everyone as fools?!" After so many years of brother and sister, how could Qian Xingsheng not understand Qian Zhizhi's little tricks?

If the two old scalpers Qian Xingwang and Shen Zhimei were still there, he would definitely turn a blind eye.

But now.
If she doesn't do it, he has to do it.

Only when money is prosperous is there no stupidity!
"Qian Zhizhi, let me tell you, if you still want to stay in this house, you have to work in the fields for me tomorrow. If you don't want to stay in this house anymore, then you can do it." Qian Xingsheng held up the chopsticks in his hand. He slapped it hard on the dining table. (End of chapter)