Qian Xingsheng was extremely upset.

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

Now……

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

All the dirty and tiring work fell on his head.

"Stop hitting him! Dabao is still young, just 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 his age have already gone to the fields to help adults with work. Not only does he do nothing, but he also keeps yelling about eating this and that every day. If he doesn't have the life of a young master, then don't get the disease of a young master!" Qian Xingsheng was so angry that his chest heaved.

The boy next door is one year younger than Qian Dabao. He goes to work in the fields with his family every day.

While the adults were threshing wheat, he would pick up the wheat ears that had fallen on the ground.

While the adults were planting rice seedlings, he helped pull out the seedlings in the field.

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

…

This bastard thing of his...

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

"It doesn't matter whether you are sick or not. Aren't you afraid of breaking a taboo?" Old Mrs. Qian glared at Qian Xingsheng.

He turned around and tried to coax Qian Dabao, who was sobbing, to eat.

Qian Dabao, whose whole body was burning with pain, did not dare to act rudely anymore and obediently followed Mrs. Qian to the dinner table.

Qian Xingsheng glared coldly at Qian Dabao, who was wiping his tears and nose with his sleeves, and also went to the table angrily.

Seeing the empty seat, Qian Xingsheng frowned again.

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

A girl in her twenties, she runs outside all day long.

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

If this continues, who will dare to marry her in the future?

"She has her own feet. How can you let me take care of her? I can't tie her hands and feet." Old Lady Qian picked up a piece of cold cucumber with chopsticks and put it into Qian Dabao's bowl.

"She is already in her twenties. If she continues like this, who would want her?" Qian Xingsheng lowered his voice.

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

But what’s the point of knowing? ! Will Qian Zhizhi listen to advice? ! “Don’t you know what kind of personality she has?!” Old Lady Qian sighed.

"Will Chunsheng's mother agree with them being together?" Qian Xingsheng whispered with some concern.

Chunsheng's mother is very materialistic, so how could she agree to let her poor little sister marry into the family?

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

"Mom, I think it would be better to find a widower with children for Zhizhi, preferably one with two or three boys."

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

Even if people later knew that Qian Zhizhi was infertile, it would be easier for them to accept it.

He Chunsheng's mother only has this one precious son. If Qian Zhizhi gets involved with him, isn't that trying to cut off the roots of the He family? Old Mrs. Qian couldn't help but sigh again.

It’s all because of that burden of the Shen family. If it weren’t for that burden…

Her Zhizhi couldn't get pregnant or have children.

"Let's take it one step at a time! At worst, you can just adopt one and raise him with your younger sister." Old Mrs. Qian looked in the direction of the courtyard gate vigilantly, leaned close to Qian Xingsheng's ear and whispered.

"Will Chunsheng's mother agree?" Qian Xingsheng frowned.

To let Chunsheng's mother know that she can't have children...

Chunsheng's mother would probably block their door and curse them.

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

Qian Xingsheng was a little confused.

Just talk about Qian Zhizhi, why are you bringing this up with him again? !

"Just don't let her know." The corners of Mrs. Qian's wrinkled mouth curled up in a determined arc.

"What you mean is..." Qian Xingsheng's eyes lit up.

Old Mrs. Qian said nothing, but just smiled and nodded.

With a creak, the courtyard door that was gently closed opened.

Qian Zhizhi, wearing a floral dress and with big wavy hair that she had permed in Beijing, came in twisting and turning.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"Why did you come back just now? Didn't I ask you to come back early to make dinner?" Old Lady Qian asked with a frown.

"I also wanted to come back earlier! But Chunsheng dragged me around here and there, and later dragged me to the cinema to watch a movie." Qian Zhizhi covered her mouth and yawned, then sat down on the empty seat.

"Did Chunsheng say when he would invite a matchmaker to our house?" Old Mrs. Qian pushed the pickled cabbage and cold cucumbers towards Qian Zhizhi.

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

"He said that he hasn't found a suitable opportunity to tell his mother and asked me to wait a little longer. He also said that he would definitely marry me." Qian Zhizhi couldn't suppress the smile on her face.

Upon hearing this, Old Lady Qian couldn't help but frown.

She is not as optimistic as her daughter.

Chunsheng's mother is not a good person.

It may not be easy for my daughter to enter Mr. He's house.

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

They have been back for so long, and if He Chunsheng really wanted to tell his mother, he should have told her a long time ago.

Haven't found the right opportunity yet?! Marrying a wife is just a matter of a few words, what opportunity do you need to find?! Qian Xingsheng became angrier and angrier the more he thought about it.

"You know what kind of person Chunsheng's mother is. If you say it rashly, it will definitely arouse her rebellious psychology. At that time, it will be difficult to reconcile her." Qian Zhizhi picked up a piece of pickled cabbage and put it in her mouth.

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

Chunsheng's mother is the type of person who responds to soft words but not hard ones. If you try to confront her head-on, she will block your gate with a knife and curse your ancestors for eighteen generations.

"Mom, why do we have these two dishes every day?" Qian Zhizhi turned her head and spit out the pickled cabbage in her mouth.

Since returning to Panshi Village, not only is there no meat in the dishes, but I also eat pickled cabbage every day.

She had really had enough.

"You think you're the only ones who don't want to eat pickled cabbage? I don't want to eat it either, but other families have already planted their seedlings, and our fields are the only ones that are still empty. If you have nothing to do tomorrow, go to the fields and help. The sooner you finish, the sooner the better." Old Mrs. Qian picked up a piece of cold cucumber with chopsticks and put it into Qian Zhizhi's bowl.

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

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

Qian Zhizhi lowered her eyelashes guiltily.

"Qian Zhizhi, don't treat everyone as fools?!" As brother and sister for so many years, how could Qian Xingsheng not understand Qian Zhizhi's little actions.

If Qian Xingwang and Shen Zhimei, those two old workhorses, were still around, he would definitely have turned a blind eye.

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

Qian Xingsheng is not stupid! "Qian Zhizhi, I tell you, if you still want to stay in this house, you should go to work in the fields tomorrow. If you don't want to stay in this house, then please do as you please." Qian Xingsheng slammed the chopsticks in his hand heavily on the dining table. (End of this chapter)