Siheyuan: The Final Winner

  Chapter 6 Qin Huairu's Surprising Discovery

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

  The snow underfoot crunched, leaving a long string of footprints.

   "Sister, what's the smell on you? It's milky and milky, it smells so good." Jiang Pingan said with a smile.

  Qin Huairu blushed, pursed her lips and said with a smile: "You are safe, you look honest and kind, but you are also a glib person."

   "Why am I so glib? Sis, you really smell like milk!" Jiang Pingan yelled.

  Qin Huairu sat on his back, put his arms around his neck, spat softly, and said angrily:

   "I don't believe it, I don't know that Xiao Dang has not been weaned yet, you are asking knowingly, and you are not glib?"

  Jiang Pingan chuckled, and said, "In addition to the milky smell, did you also put snow powder on your body? It has a faint fragrance, and it smells so comfortable."

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

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

Qin Huairu smiled and said: "This time, the snowflake powder that Brother Dongxu bought for me has a very weak scent, and I can't smell it unless I smell it carefully. question?"

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

   Paused, he sighed: "This fragrance is so good, it would be great if I could smell it more often."

   "I really envy Brother Dongxu, finding such a beautiful wife like you is really a blessing he earned in eight lifetimes."

  Qin Huairu covered her mouth and smiled straight. Jiang Ping'an said it bluntly. Although she had a little panic on her face, it was very useful to listen to.

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

  Jiang Pingan nodded again and again, and said: "Yes, a young man like me is full of energy, how can he not miss 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 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 for a while, nodded and said: "That's true, my sister's life is in vain, I really don't know a few people!"

  The two talked and laughed, and soon arrived at Jiang Ping'an's house.

  Jiang Pingan came to the eaves, put Qin Huairu off her back, let her support the wall, and took off the pannier on her back.

   "Let's go to the kitchen. When I went up the mountain, there was still a fire. It should not be extinguished. Put a few pieces of dry firewood to keep warm." Jiang Pingan took out the key and said to Qin Huairu.

  Qin Huairu hurriedly said: "Don't be in the kitchen. Although you have a single family here, it is close to Qin's Village. If people coming and going come over and see me here, they may misunderstand you."

   "Then where are you going? 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 straight in, and don't make a fire, I will rest for a while."

   "Let's talk in a low voice, and you can help me get a basin of water and a towel. I will wipe off the mud on my body, and when the water is dry, I will go back to my mother's house."

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

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

   "I'll carry you to the bedroom and sit down. I'm afraid you won't be able to walk like this. I'll pinch some snow cubes later and come in and apply them to you."

  Qin Huairu blushed, hummed softly, and nestled in Jiang Ping'an's arms without speaking.

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

  When he came to the bedroom, Jiang Pingan put Qin Huairu on a chair and sat down, then turned around and went to the kitchen to fetch 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 off the mud on your clothes. I'll go out and pinch a few pieces of snow to apply to your feet."

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

   "Hehe, it's a little effort, thank you!" Jiang Ping'an smiled, turned around and went out to get snow cubes.

  In the room.

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

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

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

   Judging by the quality of the house, it has only been built for a few years. It should be built by Jiang Ping'an with money after working.

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

  Big bed, wardrobe, desk, table, grain cabinet, wooden box, etc., everything you expect, 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 got a pair of thousand-ply sole cloth shoes from her mother-in-law Jia Changshi, which made Jia Changshi feel distressed and couldn't sleep for several nights.

   What made Qin Huairu speechless was that Jiang Pingan didn't seem to know how to cherish her at all.

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

  Jiang Pingan didn't care about the snowy weather. He ran all over the mountain wearing new shoes, and even Qin Huairu felt distressed.

  But Qin Huairu couldn't say anything.

  Not to mention her, even her man, Jia Dongxu, was yelled at by Jia Zhang when he knew that the new shoes that Jia Zhang had just made were taken away by Jiang Pingan and wanted to get them back.

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

   Just as he was thinking about something, he heard footsteps, and soon, Jiang Ping'an came in again, holding several snow dumplings in his hands.

  Qin Huairu hastily twisted the towel, trying to wipe off the mud on the jacket, but she couldn't reach it.

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

  Qin Huairu hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

  Jiang Ping'an said: "I'd better rub your feet first, and then wipe your clothes for you after the dressing is done."

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

  Qin Huairu laughed dryly, showing embarrassment, and said, "Going back to Qinjia Village today is a temporary decision. I washed all my socks yesterday, and they haven't dried yet."

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

  Qin Huairu no longer quibbles, her nose is sour, and she hums, feeling aggrieved in her heart.

  Jiang Ping'an glanced at her and stopped talking.

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

  At this moment, it is actually better to have silver needles, but the problem is that there are none.

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

  (end of this chapter)