The autumn harvest has been over for a long time, and now the grain distribution has begun. Everyone has been notified to go to the team to distribute the grain.
Tingting and Jianjun walked towards the team. Sister-in-law Guo said to Tingting, "Do you know that Qin Yecai?"
"Are you talking about the little girl from the Qin family who fainted?"
"Yes, that's her," Sister-in-law Qin said excitedly.
"What's wrong? Did something happen? Did you get bullied again?"
"Oh dear, that's right. After we got back, Qin Yecai woke up, and the second sister-in-law of the Qin family wanted to cook an egg for her."
"The eldest daughter's child saw it and told her grandma, and that old hag got beaten up by her."
"This kid suddenly started to rebel, smashing everything in the house. He got beaten up by the eldest son's child, but it was the eldest son, Qin, who came back and subdued him."
"You know, this change is too drastic. Maybe she was forced into it. That old woman Qin is really despicable."
After listening, Tingting nodded. It was a good thing that the child could stand up for himself; otherwise, he would have been bullied to death sooner or later.
"I'm going first, I have to be at the front of the line so I can get my food sooner. You two hurry up too."
"Sister-in-law, you go first. I'll have to carry the pillar slowly."
"Okay, I'm off then," he said, and ran off, stumbling and scrambling.
"Jianjun, how come things have changed so much? Did this child travel through time, or has he really come to his senses?"
"Who knows? We can't predict the future. We've both traveled through time, so what can't happen?"
"Let's observe for a while and see what happens," Tingting said softly, her head bowed.
"They're almost here, Jianjun and Tingting! The grain is being distributed, come and get it!" Sister-in-law Guo called out.
"They're here, they're here! Jianjun and Tingting, hurry up and get the food."
Tingting and Jianjun didn't receive much grain this time. Although Jianjun got all the work points, Tingting didn't work in the spring, so she didn't receive much.
Widow Wang said to Li Dachun, "We don't even have enough food to eat with our full work points, so Jianjun and the other two can't possibly eat the little food they receive."
"Serves them right, so smug, thinking they're some kind of pampered princess. I wonder how these two will manage next spring. They're not the type to live a stable life either."
"That's right, Sister Dachun. She's not as capable as you. Marrying you is a blessing."
Da Chun nodded, said nothing, and left.
Widow Wang looked at her pathetic state, spat, and said a few words while panting, as if she really thought she was that powerful.
Tingting and Jianjun, a married couple, were unaware that people were gossiping about them behind their backs, and even if they did, they wouldn't care.
The two were preparing to go home and play with their son; after all, with a child, nothing else mattered.
When Grandma Guo saw that Jianjun and Tingting had received less grain, she said to Tingting, "Is this enough grain for you two?"
"That's enough, Mom. We can still hunt in the mountains. Don't worry about us. Just don't tell anyone else."
"Don't worry, you're my son. If I don't side with you, who else would I side with? I'm not senile yet."
"Haha, Mom, I knew you were the best to me, the best mom in the world."
"You have the sweetest tongue, child," Grandma Guo said happily as she left.
"Wife, I'm going to the mountain to chop firewood these next few days to prepare for winter."
“Then I’ll go with you. There’s space, we can pack more, and we won’t have to make multiple trips.”
"Alright, let's take our son and go up the mountain to gather firewood."
"Look at your son, he's blowing bubbles, so cute."
"How could you not like your own child?"
“Our son is also the fairest and fattest in our village.”
"Fine, fine, your son is the best," Tingting rolled her eyes at Jianjun.
"So what? My genes are there."
"Hurry up and finish, you vain king! Hurry up and get ready to rest for a while so we can have dinner later."
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