Siheyuan: The Final Winner

  Chapter 135 Help Qin Jingru's family

   It's the twelfth lunar month.

  The city is slowly getting a bit of a new year.

  After customs payment, pay for food.

   During the Chinese New Year, no matter how difficult the days are.

   There are also some quantitative candies, pastries, biscuits and other non-staple food supplies.

  The number is not large, but it also has that kind of meaning.

  In addition, there will also be benefits distributed in the factory, such as grain, oil, vegetables, etc.

  There is no pork, and there is no pork supply in the whole capital.

  There are only a small number of cans, but people still rob their heads.

  As for the countryside, it is not so lively, most of them stay at home.

   "The commune is out of work?" Jiang Pingan asked in surprise.

   They lost their lives, so they had to eat their own relief food instead of the collective food.

  Qin Jingru shook his head and said: "It's not that it's gone, but it's suspended, and it will be decided after the new year."

   "Then your father and the others are lying in the house?" Jiang Ping'an frowned.

  Qin Jingru sipped her lips and hummed lightly.

  She didn't mention going to the breadwinner's house.

  She has only lived a good life with Jiang Ping'an for a few days now.

  Her natal family has a lot of money, and Jiang Ping'an can help her a lot, but she can't continue to help her.

  If we donate a few catties of grain today, what about tomorrow?

  Now everyone is having a hard time, not just one or two families.

   If the days are always bad, should we continue to save money?

  She hasn't argued with Jiang Ping'an yet, there are too many variables.

   If Jiang Ping'an becomes disgusted and angry, and drives her away, what can she do?

  Plugging around with a sloppy face? Can you hold on?

   At that time, I hated Jiang Ping'an, even if I followed her, wouldn't life be sad?

  So, not only did Qin Jingru not mention going to help her natal family.

  Even her natal family, even if they were hungry, would not come to the future son-in-law's house to ask for trouble.

What for?

   It's not that he hopes that his daughter's life will be easier and more sensible, so that Jiang Ping'an can treat her better.

  Seeing Jiang Pingan frowning, Qin Jingru got into his arms obediently, and whispered:

   "Brother Ping An, everyone lives like this now..."

   "Don't worry about my natal family not eating."

   "There is relief food now, although life is hard."

   "But it's better than almost breaking the cooking some time ago."

  Jiang Pingan sighed and said, "Send that bag of sweet potatoes at home!"

  Speaking of which, every time he went to the countryside, he brought sweet potatoes with him, but he seldom ate them.

   At most, throw it into the stove and bake it, and occasionally eat it fresh.

   "Send them all over? Is it too much? It weighs nearly a hundred catties!" Qin Jingru exclaimed.

  Jiang Ping'an nodded and said: "One family, don't talk about two families."

   "If there are sweet potatoes, even boiled sweet potatoes will fill your stomach."

   "Take a can of oil over there, and put a little in every meal, so that people will be more energetic."

  When Qin Jingru heard the words, he was so moved that he threw himself into his arms and burst into tears.

  The parents and relatives at home couldn't eat enough, so they could only lie on the kang, and she actually felt distressed.

   But she really can't help it, because not long ago, she was living that kind of life too!

   Now I finally followed Jiang Ping'an and ate a few full meals.

  She dared not say anything at all.

  But she didn't say anything, but Jiang Ping'an offered to send food over there.

  Even if it’s just a bag of sweet potatoes, if you save it, you can eat it for a long time.

   At the critical moment, it is something that can save lives, and gold is precious!

   "Silly girl, don't cry, you will have a good life in the future." Jiang Ping'an comforted softly.

  After crying, Qin Jingru smiled through tears, looking at Jiang Ping'an with tenderness in his eyes.

  After wiping away her tears, she asked, "Send it now?"

   "Send it now, let's go there together." Jiang Pingan nodded.

   So the two of them came to the kitchen without delay.

  Jiang Ping'an was so strong that he lifted the nearly 100-jin sack with one hand.

  Qin Jingru is not surprised, Jiang Ping'an's strength has always been great.

  When there were no bicycles in the past few years.

  He can carry more than two hundred kilograms of things and walk dozens of miles of mountain roads.

   "I'm going to lock the door, or I won't worry."

  After Jiang Ping'an left, Qin Jingru spoke.

   Locked the kitchen door and the main room door successively.

  My home is no better than before.

  Whether it is furniture or food in the kitchen, they are very precious.

   It must be locked to make people feel at ease.

   "When you were away, it was my sister-in-law who came to accompany me at night."

  Walking on the path, Qin Jingru said.

   "Sometimes my mother will come to accompany me."

   "The two of them will come over at least one night anyway."

   "There is a single family here. My dad and brother will come over to look around when they get up at night."

  Jiang Ping'an nodded. In the past, Qin Dingguo often came to watch his house.

  Because the distance is close, it is convenient.

   This is also the reason why the two families are relatively close.

   It's even closer now.

  A son-in-law is half a son, and a daughter-in-law is half a daughter.

   Although the two have not yet held a wedding.

   But as long as Jiang Pingan made a decision, it would not change.

  In the past, Jiang Ping'an would not have sent food, and no one had.

  Now is different from the past, the relationship is different, and the way of handling things is naturally different.

  As long as Qin Jingru doesn't go to her mother's house every day, it's fine. This is a matter of principle.

  The Qin family.

  The whole family is nestled on the kang, not daring to come out and walk around at will, wasting energy.

  I don’t have much food at home, so if I can save a little bit, I can have more food during the Chinese New Year.

   "Peace, Jingru, are you here?"

   "What is this? Sweet potatoes? So much?"

   "Send it to us? No, no, no!"

   "You sent us off, what do you eat? Take it back!"

  Qin Jingru said: "Dad, Brother Pingan heard that you are hungry, so he brought a bag of miscellaneous grains."

   "Isn't the New Year's food richer this way? Don't refuse."

  Qin Dingguo hesitated and said, "You are sending us off, what are you eating?"

   "There are still some at home, so don't worry, just take it." Jiang Ping'an smiled.

  The family's eye sockets were red with emotion.

  Qin Dingguo held Jiang Ping'an's hand tightly and was speechless for a long time.

  At this time, Qin Jingru was seen holding a jar again.

   "Jingru, who are you?" Qin Dingguo asked suspiciously.

  Qin Jingru smiled and said, "Dad, this is a can of lard."

   "Put a little in the mud every day, and people need to be more energetic."

  Qin Dingguo's mouth trembled, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

   After a while, he turned around and wiped away his tears.

  Qin Jingru bit her lip, stuffed the jar into her father's arms, and said with a smile:

   "Don't hesitate, just accept it! After eating the oil, your strength will grow!"

   "Brother Ping An brought this yesterday."

   "Eat it secretly, just don't let others know."

  Qin Dingguo opened his mouth, holding the jar tightly, tears streaming down his face.

  My daughter has a good eye, and Jiang Ping'an has a good eye.

  The future son-in-law has just met Yinger, and the family has taken advantage of it.

  In these years, whose son-in-law would give so much food to the old man?

   Anyway, I have never heard of it within the Red Star Commune.

  Don't talk about giving away, it's not bad if you don't come to the countryside to pull food.

  Qin Huai Ru's family, isn't this the case?

   After a while, the mood of the family gradually stabilized.

  Qin Dingguo wanted to keep the two of them for lunch, but Jiang Ping'an declined.

  The family was short of food, if they ate here, wouldn't they add to the Qin family's burden?

  Back home, Qin Jingru leaned in Jiang Ping'an's arms and murmured softly:

   "Brother Ping An, the most correct thing I have done in my life is to follow you."

  (end of this chapter)