Quick Wear: This is my wife

Chapter 292: Educated Youth vs. Village Grass 23

"Zibai, let's go home. Big sister, we're leaving." Qin Zhan said as he pulled Song Zibai's hand and waved goodbye to his big sister.

The eldest sister responded enthusiastically: "Brother, if you need anything in the future, just come to me." After Qin Zhan and Song Zibai disappeared from sight, the eldest sister called the young teller back.

The elder sister frowned and said seriously, "Why are you so careless in doing things? You didn't even look carefully. Those two people are wearing watches on their hands. How could they be poor?"

What if you offend someone today and they try to make things difficult for your family? What will you do then?" The young teller lowered his head and said nothing.

Qin Zhan brought Song Zibai to the door. Song Zibai looked at the things scattered on the floor, his eyes wide open, his face full of surprise: "This... why are there so many things?"

Qin Zhan smiled nonchalantly: "Not much. I'll buy more after I finish eating."

As he spoke, he gently pressed Song Zibai onto the back seat, and carefully placed the cloth and clothes he had just bought into Song Zibai's arms.

Song Zibai looked forward and saw Qin Zhan in front of him. There was food hanging on the handlebars of his bicycle, and a large bamboo basket was placed on the crossbeam. The bamboo basket looked heavy, and it was probably filled to the brim.

The two rode their bicycles back, and because they had bicycles, it took them less than an hour and a half to arrive.

In fact, if they didn't pull so much, they could go even faster.

When they arrived at the village, it was just after two in the afternoon and the villagers were all working in the fields.

When they came back, they were seen by someone.

"Xiao Song, are you going to the town? Did Qin Zhiqing buy a bicycle?" Everyone has a gossipy heart. When the people working in the fields heard this, they all looked up.

You know, before, only the team leader's family had a bicycle in the whole village, but now even the educated youth have one, which has become a rare thing.

"Auntie, Zibai and I went to get our marriage certificate today. I bought him the bicycle." Qin Zhan stopped his bicycle and patiently explained to the villagers.

He knew that he had to let everyone in the village know that he and Song Zibai were married, so as to avoid trouble from Ma Jianguo. He didn't want any accidents to happen.

Moreover, he secretly vowed that after he became familiar with the situation here for a while, he would find an opportunity to deal with that bastard Ma Jianguo.

"Oh, you got the marriage certificate so soon? When are you going to have the wedding?" The captain also came over at this time.

Qin Zhan smiled and replied, "Captain, let's wait until after the autumn harvest. It's only a month away. We can give everyone some nutrition then."

Captain Liu Guomin knew that Qin Zhan was a generous person, so he didn't say anything more and just asked them to go back and have a good rest.

After Qin Zhan sent Song Zibai home, he hurried to the Youth League Home and moved his bedding over.

He looked at the somewhat exhausted Song Zibai and said distressedly, "Zibai, go lie down in the room for a while. I'll take care of these."

As he said this, he gently pushed Song Zibai into the house and asked him to rest.

He did not forget that his wife almost suffered from heatstroke in the morning, so he could not let him get tired again.

Moreover, there is one more important thing. All his good things must be taken out of the space one by one. If Song Zibai is here, it will be difficult to do.

It’s not that Qin Zhan doesn’t want to tell Song Zibai about the space, but he is worried that Song Zibai will be scared, so he plans to wait for a while and then tell him slowly so that he has time to accept it.

After Qin Zhan moved the things back, he put them in place one by one and started working in the kitchen again.

After a while, a pot of mung bean sweet soup was ready. He put it in the yard to cool.

The Song family has their own well. When Grandpa Song was alive, the family was in pretty good condition.

Children of martyrs had lived here before, but after Song Zibai came of age, there were no other people left.

Song Zibai slept soundly until almost four o'clock in the afternoon.

He vaguely heard voices outside, and then he slowly got up, still feeling a little numb.

"Brother Qin, these are two bundles of firewood for today." It turned out that Goudan brought his friends to deliver firewood.

Qin Zhan smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Come in and have a bowl of mung bean sweet soup."

Qin Zhan served each little kid a bowl of mung bean sweet soup. When they tasted it, they found that sugar was put in the soup and felt a little embarrassed.

Goudan was a smart kid. He remembered his father's instructions and said quickly, "Brother Qin, don't have any candy today. You gave us mung bean soup."

Qin Zhan patted Goudan's head and said, "This is my treat for you. You still have to pay me for collecting firewood. If one day you don't want candy anymore, we can always exchange it for something else."

Qin Zhan thought, I don’t lack these things, so why should I make things difficult for these cute little kids?

"really?"

"Of course, you can bring more firewood. The weather will be cold after the autumn harvest, and we need to store more for the winter." Qin Zhan touched Goudan's head to let them know that collecting firewood can be considered a long-term livelihood.