Siheyuan: The final winner

Jiang Ping'an laughed and said, "In addition to the milky fragrance, did you also apply snowflake powder on my sister's body? The faint fragrance smells very comfortable."

"Your nose is really smart, so you can smell it?" Qin Huairu asked with a smile.

Jiang Ping'an smiled and said, "Look at what my sister said, we are so close, if you can't smell it, then there is something wrong with my nose."

Qin Huairu smiled and said, "This time, the snowflake powder that your brother Dongxu bought for me has a very weak fragrance. If you don't smell it carefully, you can't really smell it. I can't smell it myself right now. question?"

"That's because you're used to smelling it, so you can't smell it." Jiang Ping'an laughed.

After a pause, he sighed: "This fragrance is on the top, if only I could smell it often."

"I really envy Brother Dongxu. Finding such a beautiful daughter-in-law as you is really a blessing he has earned in eight lifetimes."

Qin Huairu covered her mouth and laughed. Jiang Ping'an said it bluntly. Although she was a little embarrassed, it was very useful to listen to.

"Ping An, are you in your 20s? Are you missing a woman?" Qin Huairu asked with a smile.

Jiang Ping'an nodded again and again and said, "Yeah, a young man like me is so energetic, how can I miss women?"

Qin Huairu said, "Do you want my sister to introduce a girl to you?"

"Come on, sister! I'm not talking about you. You rarely go out in our courtyard. Even in the Red Star Commune, you don't know as many people as I do. Which girl can you introduce to me?" Jiang Ping'an Shaking his head back.

Qin Huairu thought about it for a while, then nodded and said, "That's true, my sister is living in vain, I really don't know a few people!"

The two chatted and laughed, and soon arrived at the door of Jiang Ping'an's house.

Jiang Ping'an came under the eaves, put Qin Huairu down from her back, let her support the wall, and took off the basket on her back by the way.

"Go to the kitchen. When I went up the mountain, there was still a fire in the nest. It should have not been extinguished. Put a few pieces of dry wood to keep warm." Jiang Ping'an took out the key and said to Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu hurriedly said, "Don't be in the kitchen. Although you are a single family here, but it is close to Qinjia Village, if people come and go come and see me here, I am afraid that people will be misunderstood."

"Where to go then? To my main room or my bedroom?" Jiang Ping'an wondered.

Qin Huairu thought for a while and said, "Go to the bedroom. Even if someone comes, they won't rush straight in. Don't make a fire. I'll rest for a while."

"Let's speak softly. You can help me with a basin of water and a towel. I'll wipe the sludge off my body. When the water is dry, I'll go back to my mother's house."

Jiang Ping'an nodded and said, "Alright, listen to you."

Then, he opened the door of the main room, turned around again, hugged Qin Huairu by the waist, and said with a smile:

"I'll take you to the bedroom and sit down. I'm afraid you won't be able to walk like this. I'll squeeze some snow cubes in and apply it to you later."

Qin Huairu blushed, hummed softly, and did not speak in Jiang Ping'an's arms.

Jiang Ping'an's body smelled very good, very clean, mixed with body fragrance, which made Qin Huairu involuntarily take a few deep breaths.

When he came to the bedroom, Jiang Ping'an put Qin Huairu on a chair and sat down, then turned around and went to the kitchen to draw a basin of hot water.

He took a high stool, placed the washbasin in front of Qin Huairu, and said with a smile:

"Sister Qin, wash your face first, and then wipe the sludge on your clothes. I'll go out and squeeze a few pieces of snow to apply to your feet."

Qin Huairu snorted, nodded and said, "Thank you, be safe."

"Hehe, thank you for your effort!" Jiang Ping'an smiled and turned to go out to get the snow.

in the room.

Qin Huairu looked at the bedroom while washing her face, secretly surprised.

The last time she went back to her mother's house, Jiang Ping'an's parents were still there, and there were only three crumbling dilapidated tiles in the house.

When I came back this time, Jiang Ping'an's house had five main rooms and two side rooms.

Judging from the condition of the house, it has only been built for a few years. It should have been built with money after Jiang Ping'an worked.

In addition to the house, there are a lot of furniture in the house.

Big beds, wardrobes, bookcases, desks, food cabinets, wooden boxes, etc., everything is available, and each room has furniture.

For these furniture, even if you buy the wood yourself and hire a carpenter to make it, it will cost a lot of money.

"What a clever ghost!" Qin Huairu secretly complained about Jiang Ping'an.

In the yard, Jiang Ping'an was not like this, but pretended to be poor everywhere.

Just a few days ago, she also flicked a pair of cloth shoes with a thousand-layer bottom from her mother-in-law Jia Changshi's hand, which kept Jia Changshi tossing and turning for several nights and couldn't sleep.

What makes Qin Huairu speechless is that Jiang Ping'an doesn't seem to know how to cherish at all.

On the mountain just now, she saw at a glance the shoes Jiang Ping'an was wearing, the pair she got from her mother-in-law.

In this snowy weather, Jiang Ping'an didn't care, running around the mountains in new shoes, even Qin Huairu felt distressed.

But Qin Huairu couldn't say anything.

Not to mention her, even her man, Jia Dongxu, wanted to come back after knowing that Jia Zhang's newly made new shoes had been taken by Jiang Ping'an, but he was also yelled at by Jia Zhang.

"How did he get the shoes from my stingy mother-in-law?" Qin Huairu was very curious.

While thinking about something, the sound of footsteps came, and soon Jiang Ping'an came in again, holding several snow dumplings in his hands.

Qin Huairu hurriedly twisted the towel, trying to wipe the sludge on the cotton jacket, but couldn't reach it.

"Do you want me to help?" Seeing her clumsy appearance, Jiang Ping'an laughed and asked a question.

Qin Huairu hesitated and nodded.

Jiang Ping'an said: "I'd better apply your feet first, and then wipe your clothes for you after applying them."

Qin Huairu injured her left foot. After Jiang Ping'an helped her take off her shoes, she said in surprise, "Sister Qin, don't you wear socks on such a cold day?"

Qin Huairu laughed dryly, showing embarrassment, and said, "Going back to Qinjiacun today is a temporary decision. My socks were washed yesterday and haven't dried yet."

"Come on, I don't know how pungent your mother-in-law is. She must be reluctant to buy socks for you, right?" Jiang Ping'an rolled his eyes and said unceremoniously.

Qin Huairu stopped quibbling, her nose was sore, and she hummed, feeling aggrieved in her heart.

Jiang Ping'an glanced at her and stopped talking.

Seeing that Qin Huairu's ankle was sprained, she became red and puffed up, and it was more serious, so she hurriedly applied snow dumplings first.

It's actually better to have silver needles at the moment, the problem is not.

Therefore, even if Jiang Ping'an has the inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

Chapter 7 The Other Side of Qin Huairu

When the snow dumplings were placed on her feet, Qin Huairu felt sore and cold.

"Hi..." She took a few breaths, frowned slightly, narrowed her eyes, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

"Wait, just wait!" Jiang Ping'an comforted.

Qin Huairu snorted and said softly, "It's okay, I really want to thank you today, otherwise I don't know what to do!"

Jiang Ping'an said: "Looking at your situation, I'm afraid you won't be able to walk in two or three days..."

Before the words were finished, Qin Huairu said anxiously, "Ah? What should I do? I told my mother-in-law to go back tomorrow."

"You also know her temper. If she can't go back on time, she must not scold me to death?"

"Ping An, can you help my sister find a way, I will go back tomorrow no matter what, there is no delay."

Jiang Ping'an slowly shook his head, glanced at her, and replied, "You have been injured for [-] days. Your foot is a little badly injured, and it won't heal so quickly."

When Qin Huairu heard the words, she suddenly became depressed and fearful.

For her, mother-in-law Jia Zhang is not in a hurry, and usually only curses.

But her man, Jia Dongxu, was different. If there was a slight mistake, he would add his fists and feet, so she couldn't help but worry.

For a rural girl like her, being able to marry into the city is a blessing from the eighth generation.

Therefore, at her husband's house, Qin Huairu would still be happy no matter how hard or tired she was.

No matter how bad her mother-in-law and men are to her, she will not resist, but worry is essential.

Jiang Ping'an burst into tears when he saw Qin Huairu in the blink of an eye, and sighed that this bitch is really a natural white lotus.

Regardless of Qin Huairu's sadness, Jiang Ping'an refused to persuade him, squatted down, and slowly rubbed her feet.

After a while, Jiang Ping'an got up and twisted the towel to help Qin Huairu wipe the dirt on his body after applying the foot.

"Sister Qin, don't worry, it's really not good, why don't you send a family member to the city to talk about it!"

Jiang Ping'an looked at her with a dead expression, and couldn't help but patted her on the shoulder and reminded him.

Qin Huairu shook his head, sighed, and said, "You don't understand."

"Well, I don't understand, stand up quickly, and I'll wipe the sludge for you." Jiang Ping'an raised her shoulder and reminded.

Qin Huairu hurriedly raised her chest and raised her head, spread her hands, her padded jacket was bloated, like a stupid duck.

Jiang Ping'an looked amused and began to help her clean.

Qin Huairu came back to his senses and asked in doubt, "What are you laughing at?"

"Being so close to you, Sister Qin, of course I want to laugh." Jiang Ping'an smiled.

Qin Huairu rolled her eyes and said angrily, "It seems that Ping An, you really do miss a woman. Find a girl to marry earlier, so as not to talk nonsense."

Jiang Ping'an said: "What you said, even if I get married, in front of Sister Qin, I can't help but be greedy!"

"Giggle... Then find someone more beautiful than your sister, so I won't be greedy." Qin Huairu giggled.

After a pause, she glanced at the room and said curiously, "Ping An, I didn't see it, you are so quiet, have you saved a lot of money over the years?"

"What kind of money do you save? No!" Jiang Ping'an shook his head with a very serious expression.

Qin Huairu didn't believe it, so she cut her voice and said, "Don't take your sister for a fool, don't say how much you have in savings, just say this house and the furniture in the house, these days, ordinary people really can't buy it."

Jiang Ping'an smiled and said, "You really don't believe it. When I built this house, I borrowed a lot of foreign debt, and I only paid it off at the end of last year."

"As for the furniture in the house, I saved money and saved money. I asked Chen Mazi next door to come and make it. I also took a lot of favors. Otherwise, how could I buy it?"

Qin Huairu was suspicious and asked curiously, "Ping An, how much is your monthly salary now?"

"Not much, I only worked for a few years?" Jiang Ping'an said vaguely.

Speaking of which, workers' wages are now publicized.

It's just that when Jiang Ping'an's salary was announced, it didn't attract anyone's attention.

In addition, each time these buyers receive wages, they are not in the same batch as the production workshop.

Even with the people behind the kitchen like Shazhu, it is not a batch.

Although Jiang Ping'an's salary is high, he has not shown it.

As a result, the people in the courtyard always thought that he would not be on the right track at most.

After Jiang Ping'an discovered this situation later, he was happy to pretend to be poor.

Seeing that Jiang Ping'an didn't want to answer, Qin Huairu didn't ask.

In my heart, I felt that Jiang Ping'an's salary should not be too low.

Not to mention anything else, Jiang Ping'an was the only one in the whole courtyard who had bicycles and watches.

Although his bike is factory, it is no different from his own.

Think about it, Jiang Ping'an, a secondary school student, has a much higher starting salary than others. How could he be poor?

"However, Jiang Ping'an's expenses are indeed huge. It's a lot of money. It's building a house, buying furniture, and buying a watch. Even if there is some savings, it shouldn't be too much." Qin Huairu thought silently.

Just as she was thinking about something on her mind, she saw Jiang Ping'an patted her face.

Qin Huairu was startled, came back to her senses, stared and said, "Well, you are safe, you are getting better and better. I am a married woman. What do you mean by fiddling?"

"Yo! You turned your face so fast! Didn't I call you a few times, are you in a daze? Is this still mine?" Jiang Ping'an said with a displeased face.

Qin Huairu choked, then calmed down, knowing that she had misunderstood, her face softened instantly, and she said with a smile:

"Uh, I was obsessed with things just now. It's my sister's fault. Please don't take it to heart. By the way, did you ask me for something?"

Jiang Ping'an said with an expressionless face, "I told you to turn over so that you can wipe the dirt off your butt!"

Saying that, he threw the towel to Qin Huairu, snorted, and said, "Wipe it yourself, I'm too lazy to serve, so as not to treat me as a villain!"

Qin Huairu blushed and said at a loss: "Ping An, aren't you embarrassing me? I wear so much today that I can't even reach my elbows..."

As she said that, she narrowed her eyes, and with tears in her eyes, took Jiang Ping'an's hand, swayed, and said pitifully: