Quick Wear: This is my wife

Chapter 295: Educated Youth vs. Village Grass 26

In her mind, she was beautiful, so how could she not compare to this skinny man in front of her? Even if he was married, so what?

In this turbulent era, marriage and divorce are possible, so she doesn't believe that she has no chance.

If Qin Zhan knew what she was thinking at the moment, he would definitely be so angry that he would slap her twice and let her look in the mirror to see how shameless she was.

Qiao Yaoyao remained silent. Firstly, she and Qin Zhan were not very familiar with each other, and secondly, they were already married. She thought it was better to keep a distance to avoid getting into any trouble in the future. It would be terrible if someone reported her for her work style problems.

"Qin Zhiqing, when are you going to hold the banquet?" The speaker was the old educated youth Xiang Jingchun, who looked at Qin Zhan with a smile on his face.

He thought to himself that Qin Zhan was also an educated youth. Although he only stayed in the educated youth compound for one night, they were still family after all.

If they hold a banquet, I can just contribute a dime and take the opportunity to have a good meal, right?

In this time of scarcity, this is a good opportunity to improve our meals.

"We'll hold the banquet after the autumn harvest. We're going back now, so you guys just take care of your own things." After Qin Zhan said that, he turned around and left without hesitation.

He had no friendship with these people to begin with, so he would never invite these gossipy and nosy people to a banquet.

"What's his attitude? If he invites us, how can we not give a gift?" Xiang Jingchun snorted coldly, his face full of displeasure. Seeing that no one responded to his words, he led the others up the mountain.

In the summer, it gets dark late, and even though it is already past six o'clock, it is still bright outside.

"Zibai, do we not have to get up so early tomorrow? It shouldn't take much time to collect grass for the pigs." Qin Zhan looked at Song Zibai expectantly, thinking that he could sleep a little longer tomorrow.

"Brother Qin, you're overthinking it. It's not every day you get the chance to forage for pigs, and we finished quickly today because you asked Goudan and the others to help.

If it's just the two of us, it'll take ages. It usually takes me until noon to finish." Song Zibai rolled his eyes in annoyance and glared at Qin Zhan, thinking that this guy was really whimsical. How could he possibly catch so many good things?

Qin Zhan touched his nose and wisely chose not to speak anymore.

He knew that home was not a place where reason could be exercised. If he angered Song Zibai, he might really be kicked out of the bedroom.

"Zibai, can you make dried chicken or bacon?" Qin Zhan suddenly thought that after the fruitful autumn, the weather would get colder in a month, and it would probably snow heavily in December, and then we would have to stay at home to spend the winter.

We should take this opportunity to prepare more food that can be preserved for a long time, and we can also mail some to Grandpa Qin and the others.

"I can do it, what's wrong?" Song Zibai looked at him puzzledly.

"I'll go hunting after work soon. When the time comes, please make them into food that can be easily preserved and save them for us to eat during the winter." Qin Zhan said with a smile, as if he had already seen the beautiful picture of having plenty of food in winter.

"Okay, if you catch it, I'll get it out." Song Zibai didn't take what Qin Zhan said seriously at all. If it was so easy to catch, the villagers would have had enough meat to eat long ago.

Qin Zhan did not continue to explain. He knew in his heart that once he caught the prey, Song Zibai would naturally believe him.

At this time, the two of them sat quietly in the yard, chatting casually. Time passed slowly like running water. Before they knew it, the night fell like a piece of black silk, gently covering the entire yard.

"Let's take a shower and go to bed." Qin Zhan said as he stood up and walked to the stove. He skillfully lit the fire and soon boiled a large pot of water.

After he heated the water, he asked Song Zibai to wash up first. Song Zibai looked at the pot of steaming water and felt very distressed. He had never been so extravagant before, and he would just wipe his body with cold water.

In the hot summer, it would be a waste of firewood to boil water. In this era of material scarcity, every piece of firewood is hard to come by.

"Brother Qin, it's so hot now, it doesn't matter if you don't boil water." Song Zibai frowned and said. Qin Zhan knew he was worried about the firewood.

He walked over to Song Zibai, patted his shoulder gently, and said with a smile: "Washing with cold water is not good for your health. Be obedient, our family doesn't lack the money for firewood.

Besides, don't you always think of a suitable excuse to give those little rascals something to eat? Giving them the job of boiling water is a good excuse, isn't it?

After listening to Qin Zhan's words, Song Zibai lowered his head and thought for a while. Although he still felt very distressed, he didn't say anything else.

Indeed, the people in the village usually don’t have much good food to eat, so it is only right to give the children some food. After the autumn harvest, they can just pick up more firewood.

After the two finished washing up, something even more embarrassing happened.