A domineering country girl flirts with her son, and Commander Huo can't resist.

Deng Yufen clutched her chest, speechless. She was known in the village for her sharp and sarcastic remarks, but today she couldn't even utter a single word in rebuttal to Qiao An.

The workers watched her with schadenfreude, pointing at her and saying things to her.

It was always Deng Yufen who scolded others for being unable to hold their heads high; the tables have turned.

Today it was her turn to suffer a setback.

"What kind of skill is being sharp-tongued? A man has been in the Northwest for four years and hasn't come back. He must have a mistress outside. How can you still laugh?"

"You know so much, do you have an older man outside? Aren't you ashamed at your age?"

"What? Still hoping for a son? Hahahaha, do you even think you can have one?"

If Deng Yufen weren't such an annoying person, Qiao An wouldn't have wanted to attack her with those words.

For women of this era, reputation is very important, even for older women.

Upon hearing this, Deng Yufen blushed deeply and ran away on tiptoe.

A burst of laughter erupted behind me.

Joanne continued pulling up her cabbages, and the people working there looked at her with increasing apprehension.

Since returning from Shenzhou, Qiao An has done several major things in a row, acting domineeringly and speaking in the most offensive and offensive way possible.

He is completely different from before.

It's best to avoid provoking her in the future.

After cleaning up her private plot, Joan went home.

Huo Chen and Huo Ning are too thin; they need to eat more to gain weight.

At noon, Qiao An took a small piece of beef from her spatial storage and made beef stew with potatoes.

There's also a dish of stir-fried eggplant with soy sauce.

Huo Chen and Huo Ning had never eaten beef before; they just felt that the taste of this meat seemed different from yesterday's.

But in their eyes, all meat is called pork.

"Mom, will we really have meat every day from now on?" Huo Ning licked the rice bowl with vegetable soup on it.

"Of course, didn't Mom promise you?"

Huo Chen didn't take it seriously. He had heard his grandparents say that meat was expensive and no one could eat it every day.

He just thought that Qiao An had money now, which was why she could afford meat. Once the money ran out, she would probably be eating coarse food.

"Mom is going to work tomorrow, so I'll cook lunch for you. Just heat it up on the stove at noon. Do you know how to use the stove?"

Huo Chen nodded. "I will."

"That's good. Be careful when you start a fire, and make sure the house doesn't burn down."

"I know."

"You should save your money. We don't necessarily need to have meat every meal." Huo Chen finally said after holding back for a while.

"Huo Chen, let me tell you a lesson: money isn't saved, it's earned."

Huo Chen was about to say something when he suddenly remembered that Qiao An had the ability to make things disappear in an instant.

Perhaps she has other mysterious abilities that allow her to earn a lot of money?

Seeing Huo Chen's constantly shifting eyes, Qiao An knew that this kid was probably thinking about something weird.

"Huo Chen, while I'm away, you need to take good care of your sister. You can go out and play, but remember our agreement: neither of you can tell anyone about Mom's secret."

"Otherwise...otherwise all three of us will die." Joan's voice suddenly lowered, trying to scare the two children.

Huo Ning was so startled that he hiccuped, "Hiccup~ Mom... hiccup~ I... I know, I won't... hiccup~ tell."

Qiao An glanced at Huo Chen again.

"We made a pinky promise, it's a hundred years from now."

"That's fine then."

Joanne smiled; she believed that the two children would not betray her.

After lunch, Qiao An washed the dishes in the kitchen and replaced the malted milk powder cans with milk powder.

Malted milk contains too much sugar; drinking too much of it is bad for your health.

The two children are at a crucial stage of growth and need to drink plenty of milk.

After lunch, the two children felt dizzy from the carbon monoxide and fell asleep on the kang (a heated brick bed) without her having to comfort them.

Tian Yongfu personally led a group of people to the old house.

As soon as I entered, I could smell the lingering aroma of meat.

The kitchen door was open, and he glanced at it.

Good heavens, there are pork and cured meat hanging on the roof beam.

Several canned food jars were neatly arranged next to the stove; judging by their color, they should be soy sauce and vinegar.

There was even a bottle of oil on the very outside, a bright yellow oil.

You know, oil is a rare commodity. Normally, no one would be willing to buy it. After the production team harvested the peanuts and pressed them into oil, the oil was divided among the people in the village.

When stir-frying vegetables, they are even more reluctant to use oil. Sometimes they wipe the pan with an oily cloth and consider it as pouring oil.

And Joan actually had a whole bottle of it.

But Tian Yongfu didn't suspect anything, since everyone had seen that she brought back a cart full of things the day before yesterday.

These must have been bought that day.

As for where she got the oil coupons, there's no need to even think about it; there's a black market in town.

Even Tian Yongfu would sometimes buy some tickets on the black market.

Hearing the noise in the courtyard, Qiao An came out.

"Uncle Tian is here."

"Qiao An, go back to your room and rest. I'll just watch them work."

"Why."

Since she had already paid, Qiao felt perfectly at ease lying in the room.

Tian Yongfu helped them paste paper on the windows.

When they looked into the main room, they were so shocked they almost dropped their jaws.

Good guy!

The house was kept clean, not to mention that.

There was even soap and toothpaste on the washbasin stand.

What are these conditions?

Tian Yongfu felt sorry for Huo Jiyun.

He'll have his share of troubles after marrying such a spendthrift wife.

The windows were pasted up quickly, probably because she paid a lot of money; they even installed the front door for her as well.

The power connection was a little slow, but two hours should be enough.

After they had all finished their work, Joan slowly walked out of the main room.

"Uncle Tian, ​​please distribute the wages to everyone."

"become."

As they were walking out, Qiao An stopped Tian Yongfu.

He secretly took a box of Daqianmen cigarettes from his pocket and stuffed it into Tian Yongfu's hand.

"Uncle Tian, ​​I bought this specially from the town's supply and marketing cooperative, thinking I would thank you. I was still angry yesterday and forgot to give it to you."

"Oh dear, this...this won't do, this..."

Tian Yongfu blushed.

Look at Qiao An, she still remembers to thank him.

Thinking back to yesterday when I was in the brigade, I realized I had misunderstood Qiao An. I really shouldn't have done that.

A young woman whose family is from another village, and whose husband is not around, already has a hard life.

He not only failed to help, but almost caused harm to someone.

Tian Yongfu felt increasingly ashamed as he thought about it, until he felt the cigarette in his hand was burning hot.

"Qiao An, Uncle Tian won't say anything more. From now on, if you ever need anything, just come to me, and Uncle Tian will definitely not hesitate to help."

"Just hearing your words is enough."

Qiao An saw Tian Yongfu off at the door.

She always held grudges, and the reason she was trying so hard to please Tian Yongfu was because she always had a bad feeling about it.

The Mu family arrived in Lianchi Village ahead of schedule, completely deviating from the plot.

She was afraid something might happen in the future.

With Yu Tian Yongfu backing her up, at least in Lianchi Village, no one could make things difficult for her.

When Huo Chen and Huo Ning opened their eyes, they found that the windows were all sealed shut, and the room was no longer ventilated.

Looking up at the roof again, there was a light bulb about the size of a fist.

Huo Chen and Huo Ning got up and ran to the living room, where they saw Qiao An holding a pen, resting her chin on her hand and staring blankly.

There was a piece of paper on the table, but nothing was written on it.

Huo Chen knew that Qiao An was illiterate, so she always spoke while her uncle wrote the letters.

Did she want to write a letter to her father? Her uncle definitely won't let her now.

Who else can we turn to?