"You..." Jiang Chunming was so angry that his hands were shaking. The wild vegetables on his chopsticks fell onto the table. He reflexively picked them up and ate them. Halfway through chewing, his face turned red. Wasn't this like telling Yinghe Lao Si that he hadn't eaten for eight hundred years?
Facing the gloomy and cold face of the fourth brother, Jiang Chunming didn't dare to retort.
The others were not surprised. When did the fourth brother have any distinction between the elder and the younger? When he got angry, he even dared to confront Jiang Jianguo.
As soon as Shen Qinghe entered the room, tears of grievance fell from her eyes. She lay flat on the kang, feeling like she couldn't live any longer.
In reality, she had a bright future. She was admitted to her ideal university, did the job she loved after graduation, and earned money to support her grandfather.
Now, she was sent directly to her grandfather's era.
When Jiang Chunlin entered the room, he saw Shen Qinghe lying motionless on the kang with a look of despair on her face. He didn't care and sat at the door weaving bamboo baskets before it got dark.
Not to mention that Shen Qinghe was not used to him, he was not used to her either. Suddenly there was a woman, and she was a restless one. He looked up at the sky, then lowered his head and continued to weave bamboo baskets.
Shen Qinghe was so hot that her neck was covered in sweat, so she got up and prepared to boil some hot water for a bath.
When I walked into the kitchen, I saw Jiang Chunlin sitting on a wooden stool behind the stove, making a fire, and then he turned and left.
"The water is hot." Jiang Chunlin called Shen Qinghe, "scoop it yourself. I'm going to go out for a while."
After saying that, Jiang Chunlin walked away.
Shen Qinghe used a gourd ladle to scoop hot water into a bucket and carried it into the bedroom. She moved the large basin in, mixed the hot water with cold water and took a bath. Then she wanted to go to the toilet, but when she thought of the dry toilet, she didn't want to go.
But I can't hold it in forever. It's getting dark now, and it will be even more painful to go to the toilet after dark.
Shen Qinghe walked towards the toilet with a feeling as if she was going to a grave. Looking at the two slippery and rotten wooden boards, she trembled and stood on them with her legs apart. The boards creaked as she stepped on them.
She was afraid that the board would not be able to bear her weight and would fall down.
In order to go to the toilet less often, she only drank one glass of water today.
She had just finished her meal and wanted to defecate again. When the excrement went down, she was thinking about lifting her butt quickly, but her action was not as fast as her thought, and the cold excrement splashed all over her butt.
Her tears immediately fell, wondering how she could live like this.
When she pulled up her pants, she pulled her buttocks together tightly, trying her best to prevent the fabric from sticking to her buttocks, but it still stuck to her buttocks, and her tears fell even more violently.
"Qinghe, why are you crying?" Chen Fenxia also came to the bathroom. She saw Shen Qinghe coming out of the bathroom with tears on her face and her walking posture a little strange. She looked at her in confusion.
"I... the feces splashed on my butt." Shen Qinghe cried with her mouth wide open. In her eighteen years of life, she had never felt so depressed as she had in the past two days.
Chen Fenxia was used to it and didn't understand why Shen Qinghe was crying. "It's the busy farming season now. The outhouses in the village are basically emptied. There's basically water underneath. It's okay."
Isn't this how we have been since we were little?
Shen Qinghe, "..."
She knew that Chen Fenxia could not sympathize with her, so she waved at her and stretched her legs like a defeated rooster.
Chen Fenxia scratched her scalp with her hand, and ran to the toilet quickly because her stomach was feeling uncomfortable.
Shen Qinghe had just taken two steps when she heard two thuds from the toilet. She clenched her buttocks and walked quickly towards the house with a painful look on her face.
She had run out of hot water, so she brought a basin of cold water into the house because it was hot, took off her pants that were stained with feces, and used the water to wash her buttocks, crying as she washed.
While she was washing, the door was pushed open. Shen Qinghe was so scared that her face turned pale. She didn't know whether to squat and cover herself or use her dirty pants to cover herself.
Jiang Chunlin was stunned, turned his face away unnaturally, and his ears slowly turned red. "Remember to lock the door next time."
Jiang Chunlin closed the door and stood guard at the door. Thinking of her round buttocks and creamy thighs he had just seen, his whole body felt hot.
"Chunlin, why are you closing the door? I left my thimble in your room when I was sewing your clothes last time, and your father's trouser leg was torn by the wheat stubble when he was harvesting wheat."
He Xiuyun saw Jiang Chunlin standing at the door like a door god, and tried to push him while talking, but failed.
"Get out of the way!" He Xiuyun frowned and stretched out her hand to push again, but it still didn't move.
"Qinghe is in the room. I'll bring the thimble to you later." Jiang Chunlin said uncomfortably.
"I can't go in while she's here..." He Xiuyun said halfway when she saw Jiang Chunlin's ears were red as if blood was dripping out, and she glanced at the closed door behind him.
The old face slowly turned red.
He cursed, "It's not even dark yet. Even if you're addicted to sex, you can't do it anytime. The guys haven't slept yet. It would be embarrassing if they heard it."
Jiang Chunlin, "..."
After saying this, He Xiuyun hurriedly turned around and left. She was also very embarrassed.
The door creaked open and Shen Qinghe came out holding a basin. She glanced at Jiang Chunlin who was standing at the door without saying a word, poured the water into the yard, and turned back into the house.
Shen Qinghe lay on her side on the bed facing the wall, thinking that the days ahead would be unbearable. But if she couldn't go back in time, she would have to continue to endure the 1970s.
When Shen Qinghe heard Jiang Chunlin returning to the room, she tensed up and didn't dare to look back.
Jiang Chunlin glanced at the woman's S-shaped curves, pursed his lips, spread the straw mat on the ground, and pulled a torn sheet from the closet to cover himself.
Hearing no movement behind her, Shen Qinghe slowly lay down. Not seeing anyone, she was stunned for a moment. Where is the person?
I didn't hear you go out.
"I said I'd only touch you once, don't think anything of me!"
The sudden voice frightened Shen Qinghe so much that she trembled. After she came to her senses, she sat on the kang. Perhaps the darkness gave her courage. She said to the shadow lying on the ground,
"Who has any idea about you? I'm still not feeling well. You were so hard last night..."
Realizing what she was saying, Shen Qinghe suddenly closed her mouth, wishing she could bite off her tongue. What on earth was she talking about?
Jiang Chunlin ignored Shen Qinghe and turned over to try to fall asleep.
Last night, Jiang Chunlin tormented Shen Qinghe until midnight. Seeing that he didn't say anything, she lay back on the kang and fell asleep soon.
The next day, Shen Qinghe was awakened by the sun. The cloth curtain did not block out the light, and the sun squeezed in through the gaps and shone on her face.
She sat up and subconsciously looked at the ground. Jiang Chunlin had already stood up.
She felt a headache when she thought about having to go to work and harvest wheat.
After changing clothes, He Xiuyun also came out of the house. Seeing Shen Qinghe, she looked at her with a smile.
"Qinghe, follow me and pick up wheat ears later. It's easy." He Xiuyun glanced at Shen Qinghe's flat belly.
The fourth brother thinks about that matter before daybreak. Shen Qinghe is obviously a fertile woman, and it is possible that she is already pregnant. For the sake of her granddaughter, she cannot be allowed to do heavy work anymore.
Shen Qinghe was a little confused by He Xiuyun's kind expression. He scolded her one moment and smiled at her the next. Could she have schizophrenia?
She smiled faintly, "Thank you, mother."
"What is this kid thanking me for?" He Xiuyun said with a smile.
There is no habit of eating breakfast in Taoyuan Village. They only have two meals a day. Shen Qinghe touched her rumbling stomach and frowned.
"Shen Qinghe, come in." Jiang Chunlin shouted at the door, then went into the house.
Shen Qinghe walked into the house puzzled, and as soon as she entered, Jiang Chunlin stuffed something into her hand.
Shen Qinghe looked down and saw a clean, green cucumber. Her eyes lit up.
"Just tell me what you want to eat in the future, and don't do anything sneaky anymore. I can't afford to lose face!"
Shen Qinghe, who was originally very hungry, returned the cucumber to Jiang Chunlin in anger and said, "I don't want to eat it."
"If you don't want to eat it, you dreamed last night that you wanted to eat cucumbers, and you also called Jiang Zhiqing's name." Jiang Chunlin said with a cold face.
Shen Qinghe had a criminal record. If he hadn't been afraid that she would steal cucumbers from other people's private plots and then give them to Jiang Zhiqing to eat, he wouldn't have sneaked into his own private plot to pick cucumbers before dawn.
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