Fang Qiao hesitated, "Even if I ask, he might not tell me."

Seeing Fang Qiao hesitate, Jiang Moli became a little anxious and interrupted, "We should ask first."

"Cheng Baidong has been in the army for almost ten years, right? I've never seen anyone serve for so long. Is he about to be discharged and transferred to civilian work? At this crucial moment, could he be having trouble with job assignments?"

“If there are any problems with the work assignments, you need to take it seriously! You can’t let him keep it from you like this forever.”

"After all, if he assigns you a good job, your whole family can go to the city with him, become city dwellers, and eat government-subsidized food! If he assigns you a bad job, won't you have to stay in the countryside for the rest of your life, toiling in the fields and suffering? You are an educated youth who came to the countryside from a big city. Are you really willing to stay in the countryside and farm for the rest of your life?"

Jiang Moli was trying her best to seduce him.

Fang Qiao couldn't figure out her purpose, so she gave a vague and perfunctory answer.

That night, after finishing her cultivation and lying in bed, Fang Qiao recalled the events of the day and suddenly realized something.

Jiang Moli kept talking about Cheng Baidong's job, and she repeatedly emphasized that if Cheng Baidong's job was not good, her whole family would have to stay in the countryside to farm.

So, does she hope Cheng Baidong's job goes well or not?

Fang Qiao didn't believe she had such good intentions if she just wanted Cheng Baidong to have a good job.

But if she can't stand seeing them doing well, why does she keep reminding them?

That's strange.

Fang Qiao tossed and turned in bed when Cheng Baidong pulled her into his arms from behind: "You seem to be full of energy today. How about we do some exercise together?"

"No, I'm thinking about something." Fang Qiao brushed away his hands that were messing with her waist and told him about what happened during the day.

Cheng Baidong didn't care about such a trivial matter and casually said, "Who cares what she's thinking? Anyway, in another half month, our whole family, including our household registration, will be transferred to the capital..."

"etc!"

Fang Qiao felt that she had grasped the key point.

Household registration!

The homesteads in the village belong to the collective. Homeowners only have the right to use the homesteads, not the right to buy, sell, or transfer them.

If they move their household registration to Beijing, they will no longer be members of the village collective and will automatically lose the right to dispose of their homestead. The house will be allocated to other people in the village, usually close relatives by blood.

For example, Cheng Baidong's household registration was moved away, but his biological father, Cheng Guihe, was still a resident of the village, so the house was generally assumed to belong to Cheng Guihe.

So that's what Jiang Moli was planning!

We can't let her have her way!

"Baidong, take your third aunt to the brigade headquarters tomorrow and complete the transfer procedures for the house and the homestead."

"Tomorrow? So soon?" Cheng Baidong said, "Didn't we say we'd wait until Auntie San had gathered the money before we did it?"

My aunt doesn't have enough money on hand, so she has to borrow money from her family. She's still a few dozen yuan short.

"Whether we can raise the money or not is not the main concern. My third aunt is an honest person, and I trust her. My main concern is that if this drags on any longer, things might get complicated." Fang Qiao said worriedly, "These past few days, Jiang Moli has been hanging around me a lot. I suspect that her family is still after our house."

Although Cheng Baidong felt that his family was no longer a threat, he readily agreed to put An Fangqiao's mind at ease: "Okay, I'll go to the brigade headquarters with my third aunt tomorrow to complete the formalities."

Fang Qiao hummed in agreement: "The sooner we finish this, the sooner we can have some peace of mind."

"Okay, okay." Cheng Baidong nodded perfunctorily, his large hand once again restlessly reaching for Fang Qiao's waist.

Fang Qiao struggled slightly: "No, I want to sleep."

Cheng Baidong coaxed, "Performing a dual cultivation method before bed will promote the balance of Yin and Yang, resulting in better sleep quality."

"Really?" Fang Qiao didn't believe it.

"Would I lie to you?" Cheng Baidong slowly took Fang Qiao's hand, interlocking their fingers. "Come, I'll recite the Hehuan Heart Sutra to you. You circulate your spiritual energy and practice with me..."

As the nightingale sang sweetly and the moonlight dripped down, the night grew deeper.

The next morning, Fang Qiao woke up at dawn, which was unusual for her.

Even though I was so tired the night before that I couldn't wait to finish, I woke up to find that my back and legs were no longer sore and I felt refreshed and all my ailments had disappeared.

Wow, is dual cultivation really that amazing?

Fang Qiao was first surprised, then filled with regret!

Damn it, I should have tried it sooner!

Fang Qiao has a very good habit: once she wakes up, she can't lie down again.

She shifted her body and broke free from Cheng Baidong's embrace.

As soon as she moved, Cheng Baidong woke up and asked instinctively, "What's wrong? Is An'an being naughty again?"

"No, An'an hasn't woken up yet." Fang Qiao glanced at the cradle next to the big bed. Her daughter was sleeping peacefully with her eyes closed.

"You've worked so hard feeding the formula tonight, you should get some more sleep."

The two of them cultivated together so late that Fang Qiao was too tired to continue and slept soundly in the latter half of the night. Cheng Baidong took care of feeding An An and changing her diapers.

Looking at Cheng Baidong's tired expression, Fang Qiao suspected that the reason she felt refreshed was because she had absorbed Cheng Baidong's yang energy.

Otherwise, there's no way to explain it!

Of course, it's also possible that Cheng Baidong was planning for the long term, so he was just giving her a taste of sweetness for the first time.

Fang Qiao couldn't figure it out, so she simply stopped thinking about it. Anyway, she definitely enjoyed herself this time.

After getting up and changing her clothes, Fang Qiao bent down and touched her daughter's diaper to make sure it was dry, then tucked the corners of the blanket back into her clothes.

After coming out of the inner room, Fang Qiao went to the west room to take another look at Tian Tian.

Sweetie is a good sleeper; she stays under the covers all night without kicking them off or rolling around, which makes things very easy for adults.

She usually sleeps until eight or nine o'clock before waking up, and at other times she doesn't need adults to worry about her.

Elderly people need less sleep, and when Fang Qiao came out of the main room, there was already movement in the east room.

After Fang Qiao washed her face and started cooking, the old lady also finished tidying up and sat down under the stove to help Fang Qiao light the fire.

Fang Qiao cooked sweet potato and millet porridge for breakfast, steamed bean buns that were left over from the Chinese New Year, and a dish of stewed soybeans and eggs.

After the meal, Cheng Baidong went out to run errands.

There was no wind in the morning, so Fang Qiao moved An'an's cradle out of the house to bask in the sun, while also leading Tian Tian to play shuttlecock in the yard.

The morning gradually passed by.

Around noon, Jiang Moli, carrying a bowl, carefully pushed open the door of Fang Qiao's house and peeked in from the outside.