Strict Wife of the '70s Manages the Household

There were enough people who helped and they kept themselves busy and orderly. There was never a situation where they didn’t have enough hands, so the progress sped up rapidly.

Because they were all helpers who come and go, there was no need to take care of their meals. Only on days where they worked on the beams and the roof did Lin Lan need to prepare some mixed noodles and steamed cornbread for the men, so generally, she could take things easy.

She also exchanged all the meal tickets that Han Qingsong brought back for coarse grains, so that she could make a mixed noodle and steamed cornbread. Thankfully, it was enough to make do with it.

In addition, there were also people in the village who provided their support. After a while, the autumn food would be distributed, so if there was a little surplus, some families offered to lend it to her first and she could pay back later on.

Lin Lan took a notebook and kept the accounts one by one, not afraid of confusing any of their help.

However, after careful calculation, the amount of food that they had at home was a bit tight.

Not mentioning the helpers, the children put in a lot of effort from their morning exercise to school and help with building a house. She was also racking her brains to find a way to make better food and in higher portions to fill the children’s stomachs as much as possible. She didn’t want any of this to delay their growth, after all.

The children have grown a lot ever since she transmigrated over to the present.

For the sake of the children growing up, she felt that the effort she was spending was worth it. Fortunately, Han Qingsong’s food stamps subsidized them through many situations. Otherwise, they would have gone hungry long ago.

This afternoon, the children were all at school and Lin Lan was washing some clothes when Han Qingsong came back from outside, shirtless.

Years of exercise have gained him a perfect figure. He was strong and had well-proportioned muscles. Though there were smooth and graceful lines adorning his frame, he didn’t seem overly muscular.

He was the typical man who seemed lean with clothes on, but quite toned when he was unclothed— which was the type that Lin Lan liked.

She couldn’t help but glance at Han Qingsong’s eyes. Noting that her cheeks were slightly warm, she quickly looked away, “Bring the clothes over and I’ll wash them.”

Han Qingsong, “It’s not dirty.”

He was afraid that he would tear his clothes when he was working, so he took his shirt off. When he was carrying things, he wrapped his shirt around his waist and deemed it to be rather suitable.

He somehow had sustained some scratches to his body, so he bent down and sat on a large stone, asking Lin Lan to help him rinse his back with some water.

Lin Lan found that there was chafing on his back with blood oozing out.

Originally, the old wounds on his body were enough to make her worry, so she couldn’t help but feel bad knowing that the injury this time was caused due to his efforts in building their house.

“It’s better to put on your clothes while working. If they get torn, I’ll just repair them,” She carefully avoided his abrasions and wiped them gently with a hand towel.

She moved gently. As she had been washing clothes and her hands were cold, his body had been terribly hot, so the contrasting touches of cold on hot made him feel rather itchy.

“It’s alright, it’s not even a minor injury. It will heal in two days,” Han Qingsong motioned for her to apply a harder pressure.

After Lin Lan wiped him, he still felt the itch, so he asked her to scratch some places for him.

Lin Lan had to adhere.