She knew her son. He had never been close to anyone since he was a child. He spoke as coldly as ice and would beat anyone he disliked in the village. She was really afraid that this idiot would beat Shen Qinghe away one day.
Qi Qingmei, who was originally angry and annoyed, immediately felt better when she saw this.
Shen Qinghe was so afraid of Jiang Chunlin that he must have been beaten into submission. He was indeed the Punching King of Taoyuan Village as she described him, and his reputation was well-deserved!
"Brother Xiaohui, let's go." Qi Qingmei helped Jiang Xiaohui up and glared at Jiang Chunlin.
"Wait!" Jiang Chunlin shouted behind the two men. They were so scared that their calves trembled. I wonder if he will beat them again.
Jiang Xiaohui was a man after all. Although he was afraid of Jiang Chunlin's bandit look, he still turned around stiffly and said, "Comrade Shen Qinghe helped me with work before. I'm just returning the favor."
"I don't care whether you report plums or plums. If you harass Shen Qinghe again, I will break your legs!" Jiang Chunlin picked up the kettle and threw it at Jiang Xiaohui.
Jiang Xiaohui caught it in a hurry, returned the kettle to Qi Qingmei, and walked towards the field where he was working in embarrassment.
Qi Qingmei looked back at Jiang Chunlin and was pleased by his words "bring back the plums". She hoped that Jiang Xiaohui would "bring back the plums" as soon as possible.
After Jiang Chunlin left, Shen Qinghe walked out from behind He Xiuyun and continued picking wheat ears.
"Don't be afraid. If Chunlin dares to hit you, mother will suppress him with her blood!" He Xiuyun said this a little unconfidently. From childhood to adulthood, Jiang Chunlin had never been afraid of her.
"Chunlin, you are the one who can control your wife."
"That's right. In the past, Shen Qinghe would run off to work for Jiang Zhiqing after working for a while. But she doesn't dare to do that anymore since she married Chunlin."
"That's right. If she dares to work for Jiang Zhiqing again, Yi Chunlin will beat her to death with his temper!"
Several men who were working together whispered.
Jiang Chunlin listened in silence, his brows tightly furrowed.
The men chatted for a while and then the topic went off track.
"Look at that butt, it's so big."
“It’s big there, too.”
"No wonder Chunlin is watching so closely. If it were me, I would have wanted to die on the kang at night."
"If I had a wife like this, I would be late for work every day."
"Ha ha……"
The people spoke very quietly, but Jiang Chunlin still heard it. He looked over with a dark face. The people were busy concentrating on their work, afraid of being beaten!
It’s over. I got carried away by my success and forgot that Jiang Chunlin is the King of Beating.
Jiang Chunlin looked at Shen Qinghe and his face turned even darker.
When Shen Qinghe bent down to pick up wheat ears, her short sleeves were pulled up, revealing her slender waist, and her jade-like skin gleamed in the sunlight.
Jiang Chunlin walked over with a gloomy face and grabbed Shen Qinghe, then pulled her short sleeves down, wishing he could use a needle to sew her short sleeves together with her pants.
"Go home!"
Shen Qinghe looked at Jiang Chunlin in confusion. She was a little frightened by his cold face and was at a loss for a moment. What was wrong with her?
"Chunlin, what are you doing?" He Xiuyun walked over in confusion and saw Jiang Chunlin with a gloomy face. He looked at Shen Qinghe as if she had done something unforgivable.
"Qinghe is picking up wheat ears, why are you glaring at her?"
Jiang Chunlin ignored his mother, his eyes slightly dropped on Shen Qinghe's slender waist, his face sullen, "Go home!"
As he said that, he took out the key from his pocket and rudely stuffed it into Shen Qinghe's hand.
Shen Qinghe's eyes were red, and she didn't understand what she had done to him again.
"Qinghe, go home and cook. I think your cooking is delicious." He Xiuyun saw that Jiang Chunlin's face was terribly gloomy. She was afraid that he would hit Shen Qinghe in front of everyone, so she reached out and pushed Shen Qinghe.
Shen Qinghe forced back her tears, said nothing, and walked towards home.
"What are you doing?" He Xiuyun asked in a low voice, "Qinghe didn't provoke you, why are you being so mean to her?"
Shen Qinghe's red eyes revealed all her grievances. He Xiuyun was really afraid that one day Shen Qinghe would be angered and run away by Jiang Chunlin.
Jiang Chunlin couldn't tell his mother that the men who were working kept staring at Shen Qinghe's exposed waist, and finally said stiffly, "Don't let her work anymore."
After saying that, Jiang Chunlin walked towards the wheat field where he was working.
He Xiuyun stared blankly at her silly son leaving, then glanced at Shen Qinghe who had picked up half a basket of wheat ears and sighed.
When Jiang Chunlin didn't have a wife, she was worried that he would be single all his life; when he got a wife, she was also worried that he would beat her up and drive her away.
Shen Qinghe returned home, washed the dirty clothes she had taken off yesterday and hung them in the yard, then took out the cloth she had bought from the supply and marketing cooperative from the closet.
Stroking the fabric with her fingers, Shen Qinghe showed the happiest smile since she wore it.
She loves designing clothes and has loved it since she was a child. Her grandfather dotes on her and bought her a sewing machine to play with. At the beginning, she cut the fabric into various shapes and ended up using it only as a rag.
Grandpa encouraged her with a smile, "Qinghe, it's okay, failure is the mother of success, just cut a few more times and I'll buy you some cloth later, you can cut as you like."
With the encouragement of her grandfather and the never-ending supply of cloth, Shen Qinghe was able to go from cutting out scraps to slowly taking shape and finally finalizing it.
Whenever she had free time, she would draw clothes on paper, and during holidays she would fiddle with the fabrics. She made several sets of clothes for herself and her grandfather.
Her dream was to become an outstanding fashion designer. She wanted to apply to the Fashion Design Department of Peking University or Tsinghua University in Kyoto. Everything was going in a good direction, but unfortunately a fall threw her into the 1970s.
Shen Qinghe shook her head, not thinking about the dilemma in front of her, she spread out the cloth and began to cut clothes.
She cut white Dacron fabric with pink flowers into shirts and black cloth into trousers. Since she didn't have a sewing machine, she sewed them by hand.
Immersed in what she likes, time passed quickly. When she heard footsteps outside the door, she was shocked to realize that she had finished work at noon but had not yet cooked. She hurriedly put the cloth in her hand into the closet, walked out quickly and almost bumped into Jiang Chunlin who had just entered the door.
"Sorry, I'll go cook now." Shen Qinghe said and walked towards the kitchen.
Seeing He Xiuyun cooking and Jiang Jianguo lighting a fire in the kitchen, Shen Qinghe's face turned red.
"Dad, Mom, let me cook."
He Xiuyun turned her head and glanced at Shen Qinghe, then said with a smile, "No need, mom will cook, the meal will be ready in a while."
"Yes, Qinghe, you go and have a rest. I'll help your mother. The meal will be ready soon. You don't have to worry about it." Jiang Jianguo threw the firewood into the kitchen, looked up and said to Shen Qinghe.
Shen Qinghe thought she would be scolded, but He Xiuyun's transformation made her feel a little helpless.
Seeing the wild vegetables piled on the ground, she sat on a small stool and picked them.
He Xiuyun saw that she was sitting on a low stool, and fearing that she might harm her granddaughter, she quickly snatched the wild vegetables from Shen Qinghe's hand and gently pushed her out the door.
"Mom said she doesn't need you anymore. Go and take a rest. I'll call you when the meal is ready."
Shen Qinghe was driven out of the kitchen in a daze. She looked up and saw Wang Dan standing in the yard looking at her. She smiled at her faintly and went into the bedroom. Since she didn't need to cook, she continued to make her clothes.
Wang Dan was so angry that her face twisted. The fourth wife didn't have to work or cook.
She is also the daughter-in-law of the Jiang family, and the eldest daughter-in-law, so why does she have to do everything!
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