Chapter 313: Exposing Qinjiacun

Gu Ning walked over, puzzled.

San Da Ma, what do you need?

San Da Ma pulled her to sit down.

You work at the Agricultural Machinery Factory; have you heard anything about Qinjiacun?

Gu Ning was puzzled.

Qinjiacun? What's going on?

Liu Shumin briefly explained what had happened.

Gu Ning immediately understood; Yang Qing was using the opportunity to intimidate Qin Huairu.

Qinjiacun, I actually know a bit about it.

I heard Qinjiacun has already bought five tractors from the Agricultural Machinery Factory.

They plan to buy two more before year's end.

People coming from there say Qinjiacun is now pursuing diversified industry development.

They're doing agriculture, forestry, animal husbandry, and fisheries.

The livestock industry is developing quickly.

I heard they now raise over twenty head of cattle, over sixty pigs, over a hundred sheep—not counting chickens, ducks, geese; I don't know the exact numbers, but there are a lot…

Gu Ning, with an exaggerated tone, portrayed Qinjiacun as a wealthy, well-fed household.

Second Aunt stared wide-eyed.

That means Qinjiacun isn't short of meat and eggs, right?

What a time that is.

I dare not imagine, I dare not imagine.

Others also looked envious.

Jia Zhangshi stood by the door, listening intently.

Has Qinjiacun become prosperous?

That means Qin Huairu is also prosperous, right?

Her small eyes darted quickly; who knows what scheme she's hatching.

Gu Ning rose to her feet; she still had to go back and cook.

I don't know the details either; you should ask Qin Huairu—she knows.

This is just hearsay.

Or you could ask Yang Qing; he knows too—Qinjiacun's planning is all his doing.

Having said that, she left.

First Aunt said sincerely.

Yang Qing is really impressive; wherever he goes, things prosper.

San Da Ma chimed in.

He's practically a miracle-working little prince.

Several households in the compound have been renovated; life may be tight, but living is more comfortable.

This is also Yang Qing's achievement.

Liu Shumin coughed twice.

Look, this is the benefit of studying.

Yang Qing has read who knows how many books; his horizons are broad, and he gets twice the result with half the effort.

Instead of envying others, better to work hard yourself and read more from now on.

Afterwards she glanced at Sha Zhu.

He Yuzhu, what are you looking at? I'm talking about you.

You good-for-nothing who can't even prop up a wall.

He Yuzhu was utterly embarrassed.

How did I get dragged into this again?

Not everyone can be like Yang Qing; some people study and still turn out foolish.

Liu Shumin reached out and gave him a knock on the head.

And you still talk back.

What good are you besides cooking?

Earning money—you can't make much, and when it comes to tasks, you drag your feet.

Hurry up and cook; don't delay Da Xiong and Cao Fang's wedding feast.

Liu Feng shrank to the side, not daring to speak.

He stayed silent, and Liu Shumin had no intention of letting him off.

And you, Liu Feng—you won't study properly, yet you insist on learning to cook.

What use is cooking? You'll just be a kitchen helper.

Just like your brother-in-law, good for nothing.

Liu Feng said, feeling wronged.

Sister…

Liu Shumin, having the upper hand, wouldn't let up.

What, you can't even say anything now?

You yourself said you've been studying this meal for years, can't find a job, and still want me, your older sister, to support you.

Are you embarrassing yourself or not?

Liu Feng muttered discontentedly.

I'm still doing odd jobs to earn money, aren't I?

Liu Shumin said contemptuously.

What good is the little money you earn?

You can't even afford your rations.

Afterwards, he glanced at He Yuzhu with contempt.

It's obvious—you, my brother-in-law, can't even find a job for your own brother-in-law; you're a useless good-for-nothing.

Besides, you're a good-for-nothing who can't even bear a son.

He Yuzhu looked helpless. 'Is a job something you can just get whenever you say?'

Apart from the steel mill cafeteria, he's cut off all other ties—how can he arrange something for his brother-in-law?

The cafeteria manager and I don't get along, okay?

Fortunately, Li Da Xiong came over and bailed him out.

Brother Zhu, we can start now.

If we do it now, everyone will be just in time for a meal after work.

He Yuzhu waved his hand.

Alright, I'll start right away.

Go to Yang Qing's place and see if there's a pot for steaming buns; if not, have him steam some.

Speaking of the stove, the one in Yang Qing's courtyard is still the most convenient.

Steaming buns, one pot is enough to steam them.

Li Da Xiong came to the backyard and saw that Yang Qing had already lit the fire.

There were still several baskets of buns cooling in the courtyard.

Brother Qing, you're back?

Yang Qing raised his head.

Yeah, just got back.

Looking for your wife? She's with Lou Xiao'e and them in the old lady's room.

Li Da Xiong said.

I'll let them know it's ready to steam; I didn't expect you'd already lit the fire—then there's no need to tell them.

At this moment, Lou Xiao'e and Cao Fang each came out holding a small sprout.

Lou Xiao'e said to Cao Fang.

Cao Fang, put the meatball on the rocking chair and follow Li Da Xiong back; you're indispensable for seeing off and welcoming guests.

Yang Qing stood up from beside the stove.

Give me the meatball; you guys go get busy.

At this moment, Rou Dan also came out.

He pitter-pattered over to Yang Qing's side.

Dad, I'll tend the fire for you.

Yang Qing hugged the meatball, overjoyed.

Look, my Rou Dan has grown up.

Cao Fang looked enviously at Yang Qing's three children, then followed Li Da Xiong away.

Lou Xiao'e, meanwhile, sat on the lounge chair under the osmanthus tree.

Yang Qing, let your osmanthus be with me—let's become sworn kin.

In this lifetime, I may be destined to have no children.

As for Lou Xiao'e having children, Yang Qing really can't do anything about it.

Xu Damao that guy is obviously a good-for-nothing; no matter how you train him, he can't produce offspring.

I have no objections, but we need to wait until he grows up a bit, then let her decide.

If she wants to acknowledge, let her; if not, you can discuss it with the meatball and Rou Dan.

In just two sentences, Yang Qing sold his two sons.

He was also buying time; Lou Xiao'e is destined to run away.

If they can run away together, then in the future she will become the osmanthus's foster mother.

If they can't run away, then he can't let his own children get too involved with Lou Xiao'e.

Lou Xiao'e doesn't know Yang Qing's ulterior motives; she still thinks he's respecting the children's choice.

So she didn't say anything.

Actually, she wanted to discuss Xu Damao's issue with Yang Qing.

But as a woman, it's really awkward for her to bring this up with Yang Qing.

At this moment, the old lady also came out, followed by the big and small flowers.

"Moth, I look at your face; you don't seem destined to be childless."

"It's just that the fate hasn't arrived yet."

Old people all believe in physiognomy; by their standards, Lou Xiao'e's large forehead clearly indicates a wealthy and noble destiny.

On the contrary, Chen Hong's physiognomy is a bit unfavorable.

Before, he had pointed ears and monkey cheeks; now he's gotten fat, his appearance improved a bit, but it's still not a fate of great wealth and nobility.

He doesn't have the handsome old-era looks that Yang Qing has.

So in the old lady's eyes, Chen Hong is basking in Yang Qing's glory.

Whenever this is mentioned, Lou Xiao'e's mood gets even worse.

"Ah, it's all fate; who knew having a child would be so hard."