241 Loving Wife Character
Weng Yehua was not the only one who was secretly surprised.
When Gao Qinghe saw the new secretary whose skin was as white as a girl, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy in his heart.
Seeing his wife in a daze, Jiang Baohai coughed twice, took her by the hand and brought her to Weng Yehua, introducing her as his wife.
He held his wife's small hand tightly with his big hand, afraid that others would not know how good their relationship was.
Weng Yehua smiled and nodded, behaving politely.
Since they didn’t know each other, Gao Qinghe said hello and went out to look for his mother.
I ate some delicious food in the kitchen, and the old men in the village shouted, "Go up to the beams!"
Suddenly everyone gathered in front of the building to watch the beam-raising ceremony.
A carefully selected piece of fir wood is polished smooth on the outside and turned into a log that is 20 meters long and 30 centimeters in diameter.
A red rope was tied in the middle and hemp ropes were tied at both ends. In the middle stood a big rooster that was held down by the master craftsman.
Amid the shouts of several men, it was pulled to the roof little by little and placed horizontally under the tiles of the attic.
Afterwards, the master killed the rooster and used its blood to complete the rest of the ritual.
Then someone stood on the roof and threw down the Baoliang Baba that had been prepared in advance.
The onlookers scrambled excitedly for the items, some of them grabbed three or four and were very satisfied.
Some people grabbed one, which was considered good luck.
Those who didn’t get any can only sigh and smile foolishly. Just think of it as a way to gain popularity. The important thing is to participate.
The atmosphere was lively and everyone was very happy.
Before Gao Qinghe started to grab the food, Gao Qingya pulled him to the outside of the crowd.
However, the younger sister performed very well. She held three poops in each hand and put them all into her sister's hands as if they were treasures.
In the era of material scarcity, a palm-sized glutinous rice cake like this was a fine food.
The six poops weigh at least two kilograms, so we can make a lot of money.
Gao Qinghe joined in the fun and brought back six cakes without any fight or scramble. He then found a charcoal brazier and asked Huahua and other children to roast them for him to eat.
The glutinous rice cake baked over charcoal fire is crispy on the outside and glutinous on the inside. Dip it in a little sugar and it becomes more delicious the more you eat it.
If you don’t like sweet food, you can also dip it in the sour chili peppers made by the farmers themselves, which are sour and spicy and very appetizing.
While Jiang Baohai was talking to Weng Yehua, he was also paying attention to what was happening on his wife's side.
Seeing that she had finished one and started to take the second one, I called her.
Zhou Zhenghua glanced sideways.
Jiang Baohai reminded gently, "The meal is about to begin, honey."
When Gao Qinghe heard this, he immediately stuffed the rice cake he was preparing to eat to his little cousin Maomao, leaving some food in his stomach for the feast.
In the countryside, as long as the host is not stingy and uses less oil and salt, there is almost no bad food.
In order to accommodate guests who are in a hurry to go home, the banquet in Shanghe Village always starts at around 2 o'clock.
Seeing the delicious dishes being served on the table, Gao Qinghe quickly got up and sat down to wait.
Jiang Baohai wanted to ask her to sit at the round table together, but when he saw Gao Qinghe sitting alone with a group of children, he could only smile regretfully.
He told the child king's sister-in-law: "Take good care of your sister."
Gao Qingya glanced at her brother-in-law and said, "Do I need you to tell me this?"
She is a natural servant and has been running errands for her sister since she could walk.
Jiang Baohai couldn't help laughing, turned his head back, and happened to see a flash of disappointment in Zhou Zhenghua's eyes.
Why is he so lost?
The more Jiang Baohai thought about it, the more unhappy he felt. He stood up and said to Weng Yehua:
"Secretary Weng, my wife is pregnant and there are so many people here. I'm worried about her being alone. I'm sorry to leave."
Weng Yehua was a little surprised. She had seen many men beating their wives in the village, but this was the first time she had seen Jiang Baohai being so clingy to his wife.
In his opinion, an uneducated coal boss like Jiang Baohai married a beautiful wife purely for the sake of face.
True love?
It's ridiculous to say this word in front of such a face-saving couple.
Weng Yehua couldn't help but look at the couple a few more times.
Suddenly I realized that Gao Qinghe, who looked like a vase in front of Jiang Baohai, seemed to be the dominant one.
Most successful people like to establish the persona of being a loving wife.
In front of outsiders, the man will especially show his care and love for his wife and label himself as a good man.
But you can always see the flaw from the woman's reaction.
After all, there is a difference between true love and acting.
Gao Qinghe looked as if he was enjoying it, and Jiang Baohai's rhythm of picking up food was even more precise than that of a five-star professional waiter.
It is not difficult to judge that this couple is indeed true love.
Mrs. Zhong hated this the most and secretly curled her lips several times.
But when he saw the complicated expression on his son Zhou Zhenghua's face, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
She said in a very low voice: "Son, I tell you that this kind of woman is not worth having. A down-to-earth woman like Hua Ping is better."
Zhou Zhenghua looked at his mother in surprise and reminded her disapprovingly:
"Mom, Yan Zi and I are already married, so stop saying that."
Zhong scoffed, "So what if we get married? We can still get divorced."
Seeing his son's face turn cold, he quickly added: "Hey, I didn't say you should divorce Yan Zi, I just said that those young people nowadays, getting married and divorced is like playing, unlike our time, when we married a man and only recognized him for the rest of our lives..."
When talking about this matter, Mrs. Zhong never stopped. Seeing that other people were looking over, Zhou Zhenghua quickly interrupted his mother's reminiscence of the past.
Without Jiang Baohai at the round table, the atmosphere became much colder.
The host also had to take care of other guests, so naturally he didn't have time to entertain Weng Yehua alone.
But he didn't seem to mind it. He picked up his chopsticks and started eating, occasionally joking with the villagers at other tables.
It seems that he has adapted well to Shanghe Village.
After the meal, the guests gradually dispersed, and only the relatives who lived very far away and could not return home that day stayed.
Old Mrs. Tian was busy making arrangements to ensure that everyone who stayed had a place to stay.
The whole family moved from the old house to the new one, and the empty old house was left for relatives to live in.
Since there were two extra people, I asked my aunt to take them back.
At this time, people don’t care about so many things, just sleep on the floor and squeeze together.
Gao Qinghe went upstairs to rest after eating. Jiang Baohai took a nap in the afternoon under the pretext of accompanying his wife, and was then called downstairs by Gao Qingmiao to help.
Everyone has left, and the borrowed tables, chairs and benches have to be returned.
The people who helped had left, so the family had to pay it back themselves.
Hao Huaping sent Zhong home, but she came back.
Weng Yehua didn't leave either.
Gao Chongyi was not polite and arranged for his son, son-in-law, the secretary, and Hao Huaping to return the tables, chairs and benches borrowed from the school.
The men carried the tables and the women carried the benches.
Without the villagers around, Weng Yehua was obviously much more relaxed and even told jokes to a few of them.
And when he spoke, his eyes were looking at Hao Huaping.
After hearing this, Hao Huaping couldn't stop laughing. The bench in her hand was about to fall down, and Weng Yehua hurriedly helped her up.
He held on without letting go, motioning for Hao Huaping to keep walking, and he would help hold her up from behind to prevent her from slipping again.
Jiang Baohai could tell at a glance that Secretary Weng must be interested in Hao Huaping.
However, he was not from Shanghe Village, and he didn't know what the name of the new secretary who took over Zhou Zhenghua's position in the village was in his previous life, or whether he had had a relationship with Hao Huaping.
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