Siheyuan: The Final Winner

Chapter 6 Qin Huairu’s surprising discovery

On the winding field road, Jiang Pingan walked slowly forward with Qin Huairu on his back.

 The snow crunched under my feet, leaving a long string of footprints.

"Sister, what do you smell like? It smells like milk. It smells really good." Jiang Ping'an said with a smile.

Qin Huairu blushed, pursed her lips and smiled: "You Ping An, you look honest and kind, but I didn't expect you are also glib."

"Why am I so glib? Sister, you really smell like milk!" Jiang Ping'an screamed injustice.

Qin Huairu was on his back, hugging his neck, spat lightly, and said angrily:

"I don't believe you don't know that Xiaodang hasn't been weaned yet. Are you asking questions knowingly and why are you not being glib?"

Jiang Ping'an laughed and said, "In addition to the smell of milk, sister has also been smeared with snowflake powder. It has a light fragrance, and it smells so comfortable."

“Your nose is really good, can you smell it now?” Qin Huairu asked with a smile.

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

Qin Huairu smiled and said, "The snowflake powder your brother Dongxu bought for me this time has a very light scent. You can't smell it if you don't smell it carefully. I can't smell it myself now. Is it because of my nose?" question?"

"That's because you are used to smelling it, so you can't smell it." Jiang Ping'an said with a smile.

 After a pause, he sighed: "This fragrance is so good. I wish I could smell it more often."

“I really envy Brother Dongxu. He is so lucky to have found such a beautiful wife like you in his eight lifetimes.”

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

"Ping'an, are you in your twenties? Do you miss women?" Qin Huairu asked with a smile.

Jiang Ping'an nodded repeatedly and said: "Yes, a young man as big as me is so energetic, how can he not think about women?"

Qin Huairu said: "Do you want me to introduce you to a girl?"

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

Qin Huairu thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's true. Sister, my life has been in vain. I really don't know many people!"

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

Jiang Pingan came to the eaves, put Qin Huairu down from his back, let her hold on to the wall, and took off the basket on her back.

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

Qin Huairu said quickly: "Don't be in the kitchen. Although you live here as a single family, it is close to Qinjia Village. If people coming and going come over and see me here, I am afraid it will lead to misunderstanding."

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

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

“Let’s talk quietly, and you can help me get a basin of water and a towel, and I’ll wipe the mud off my body. When the moisture dries up, I’ll go back to my parents’ house.”

Jiang Ping'an nodded and said, "That's fine, I'll listen to you."

With that said, he opened the door of the hall, turned around, picked up Qin Huairu by the waist, and said with a smile:

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

Qin Huairu blushed, hummed softly, and stayed silent in Jiang Ping'an's arms.

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

Coming to the bedroom, Jiang Ping'an put Qin Huairu on a chair and sat down, then turned to the kitchen and brought in 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, please wash your face first and wipe the mud off your clothes. I'll go out and pinch some snow to put on your feet."

Qin Huairu hummed, nodded and said, "Thank you, peace."

 “Haha, it’s a little effort, you’re welcome!” Jiang Ping’an smiled, turned around and went out to get the snow.

 In the room.

Qin Huairu was washing her face and looking at the bedroom, feeling secretly surprised.

The last time she returned to her natal home, Jiang Ping'an's parents were still there, and there were only three crumbling tile-roofed houses in the house.

Coming back this time, Jiang Ping'an's house has five main rooms alone and two side rooms.

Looking at the condition of this house, it was built less than a few years ago. It should have been built by Jiang Ping'an with money after working.

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

 Large bed, wardrobe, desks, tables, food cabinets, wooden boxes, etc. are all available, and every room has furniture.

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

“What a clever guy!” Qin Huairu secretly complained about Jiang Pingan.

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

Just a few days ago, her mother-in-law, Jia Changshi, got a pair of thousand-layer cloth shoes from her mother-in-law, which made Jia Changshi feel distressed and couldn't sleep for several nights.

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

Just now on the mountain, she saw the shoes Jiang Pingan was wearing at a glance. They were the same pair she got from her mother-in-law.

Jiang Ping'an didn't care about the snowy weather. He was running all over the mountain in his new shoes, which even made Qin Huairu feel distressed.

But Qin Huairu couldn't say anything.

Not to mention her, even her man, Jia Dongxu, knew that the new shoes Jia Zhang had just made were taken away by Jiang Ping'an and wanted to get them back, but Jia Zhang yelled at her.

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

I was thinking about something when I heard footsteps. Soon, Jiang Ping'an came in again, holding several snow dumplings in his hands.

Qin Huairu quickly twisted the towel and tried to wipe the mud on her cotton-padded jacket, but she couldn't reach it.

"Want me to help?" Jiang Ping'an laughed inwardly when he saw her clumsiness and asked.

Qin Huairu hesitated and nodded.

Jiang Ping'an said: "I'd better compress your feet first. After applying the feet, I'll help you wipe your clothes."

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

 Qin Huairu laughed dryly, looking embarrassed, and said, "It was a temporary decision to go back to Qinjia Village today. My socks were washed yesterday and haven't dried yet."

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

Qin Huairu stopped quibbling, her nose felt sore, she hummed, and she felt aggrieved.

Jiang Pingan glanced at her and said no more.

Seeing that Qin Huairu's ankle was sprained, red and bulging, and quite serious, he quickly applied it with snow dumplings.

 It would actually be better to have a silver needle at the moment, but the problem is that there isn’t one.

 So even if Jiang Pingan has the inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine, it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice.

 (End of this chapter)