Chapter 23: Heartfelt
After hearing what his godmother Wang Shuqin said, Wang Deming frowned slightly, then relaxed his brows and asked in a nonchalant manner, "Mom, who told you that?"

"Alas, it's a good thing that mom didn't neglect the mason who came to work at our house."

"It was the day you returned to the capital. Qin Huairu and his brother followed an old lady from the capital into the city to sell grain."

"The bricklayer in Qinjia Village said: The Qin family told the villagers that the old lady was a distant relative of theirs, but in fact she was just a matchmaker!"

"Oh." Wang Deming swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth slowly and drank some cabbage soup to smooth it over.

No wonder on the day when I went to buy a house at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang, no one from the old Jia family in the west wing of the central courtyard came out to watch the fun.

Was Qin Huairu having a blind date with Jia Dongxu in the room at that time?

Of course, there’s nothing wrong with blind dates.

I also had blind dates in my later life, although no one was interested in me. I was free before I got married, right?
Think again about the bright smile Qin Huairu wore when she saw me for the first time when she came back from fetching water today. That kind of joy from the heart cannot be faked, right?

Damn. Am I being separated from my lover?
Thinking about the old man Qin's previous attempts to test me, especially his extra concern for the house and job in the city, was he comparing me with Jia Dongxu?

Hey, it's really a ghost. They don't worship this big Buddha, but burn incense to the short-lived ghosts.
No wonder Qin Huairu moved directly to her house after returning from Beijing. Did the Qin family know that she bought a house at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang?
You have shattered my most innocent fantasy of this era and my pursuit of pure love!
Wang Shuqin picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of marinated mutton for Wang Deming. She asked softly, "Deming, what do you think?"

Wang Deming narrowed his eyes and a gleam of light flashed in them. He looked up at his godmother who was full of concern, then regained his composure and said slowly, "I guess Xiaoru followed her brother to the city because of the pressure from her family."

"Otherwise, why wouldn't she come and live directly in our house as soon as she came back from the city?"

"But I didn't expect that the Qin family would value the benefits of the front door so much."

Wang Shuqin glanced at her son, thinking about something. A smile appeared on her face, and she nodded in agreement, "Well, Deming, what you said makes sense."

"I have watched Xiaoru grow up since she was a child. She has a good character, otherwise I would not have agreed to your relationship with her before."

"But Qin Huairu's parents seem to want to get more benefits when marrying off their daughter."

"Well, if they are so mercenary." Wang Deming narrowed his eyes slightly: "Mom, I am very upset."

"You said, wait until Xiaoru comes tomorrow and I'll put the house deed in front of her."

"Or maybe you can go to the capital with me this time, and I'll buy a few feet of cloth for you and Xiaoru, and you can bring it back for them to look after, as long as Xiaoru gets married."

“Or maybe I can bring both the bike and the watch back next time?”

"But wouldn't this be too conspicuous in the village?"

"Oh" Wang Deming had a headache about how to strike this scale.

He experienced “beating” the local tyrants and dividing the land when he first came here two years ago. This year, someone was dragged out and shot. This is why he has always kept a low profile in the countryside.

Wang Shuqin's brows relaxed further and she nodded approvingly: "Well, we need to open their eyes!"

"But don't bring back the bicycle and watch yet. Buy a few feet of cloth first. In the countryside, besides food, cloth is the most important thing!"

"Deming, the money you have is enough to buy a house in the city. Is it enough? I still have some money in my pocket. You can take it to the city to exchange it."

"Haha, Mom, when I came back to the city this time, my sister told me that we are the real mother and daughter! I still have a lot of money in my hand."

My son is so good! He is considerate inside and out. After Wang Shuqin smiled, she slightly restrained her smile, looked outside the house, and then whispered: "Deming, Mom has another idea to discuss with you"

Wang Deming also picked up a piece of marinated mutton for Wang Shuqin and put it in her bowl: "Mom, look at what you said? I always think you are the pillar of our family! If you have something to say, just say it." "I also have an idea to tell you."

Wang Shuqin smiled kindly. Her son was so good and filial. She lowered her voice by two points and said solemnly, "Mom thinks Qin Huairu should stay in the countryside with me in the future. Don't bring her to the city."

Wang Deming understood Wang Shuqin's implication and was quite surprised: "Mom, we two are thinking alike. I have two reasons..."

Wang Shuqin smiled mysteriously and said something that surprised Wang Deming: "What?"

"What? Deming is back? Did he buy two houses in Beijing?" This was also the first question Old Man Qin asked after he returned home from the fields.

Qin Huairu was very unhappy and pouted: "Dad, why are you like my mom, asking this as soon as you come back?"

Old man Qin laughed and took two puffs of his pipe, then he began to coax Qin Huairu: "Xiaoru, Dad and Mom are doing this for your own good. We really want you to marry into a good family."

At this time, Aunt Qin came to the table with a basket of steamed buns, muttering, "Xiao Ru said that De Ming was about to tell him some good news, but unfortunately he was interrupted halfway. Xiao Ru guessed that he bought a house in Beijing."

"If you ask me, Xiaoru must have confirmed that Wang Deming has really bought a house in Beijing."

"I still need to ask clearly, how much money did you borrow?"

"Hmm." Seeing the white flour buns on the table, Old Man Qin's face darkened and he started to scold Aunt Qin: "It's not a festival, why are you eating white flour buns at night? You don't work at night, who doesn't eat thin food?"

Qin Huairu beside him quickly explained: "Dad, it was Aunt Yan who gave me the flour. I didn't want it, but she forced it into my arms. She specifically asked me to bring it home, saying that I had worked hard accompanying her these two days."

Old Man Qin's face finally brightened up and he showed a satisfied smile. He took another puff of his pipe slowly. As he spoke, smoke came out of his mouth and nostrils. "Well, it seems that Widow Yan's family had some wealth. Yes, Doctor Yan used to run a clinic in the city. He was rich! Otherwise, he wouldn't have donated money to build a school in the village, and he still donates money every year."

"Dad, why are you like my mom, always calling her a widow? How ugly!"

"Okay, okay, I won't yell at you anymore. Haha, you haven't even married yet, but you've already started to favor your husband's family. But the old Yan family is really good to you. They stayed with you for two nights and let you bring back two pounds of flour! From now on, if Xiaoru really marries, she will definitely not suffer any loss."

Aunt Qin immediately interrupted: "As the head of the family, the most important thing is to be able to subsidize the family!" She immediately started to play the emotional card with Qin Huairu: "Xiaoru, your father and I will raise your brother and you two."

"Look at the surrounding villages now. Either the families with more people live better, or the families with people working in the city live better."

"You, after you get married, you must treat your brother well and think of him in everything. In the future, when you are in your husband's family, won't you still have to rely on your brother and nephew to support you?"

Qin Baogui looked up at his sister, then at his wife who was holding the child beside him. After sitting down at the dining table, he first took a white flour bun for himself, then took another white flour bun from the basket and stuffed it into his wife's bowl.

Aunt Qin glanced at her daughter-in-law coldly and said nothing.

Qin Huairu was a little unhappy: "Oh, Mom, what are you talking about? I brought all the delicious food that Deming brought back from the city to me."

Old Qin came to ask Qin Huairu about the construction of Wang Deming's house and learned that Widow Yan actually prepared steamed buns made of two grams of flour for the bricklayers every day at noon!
I usually put a lot of salt and sugar in the boiled water. I couldn't sit still.
I also heard that the first meal after work was made of scrambled eggs because there was no market to buy meat? And will the meat be replenished when the market opens?
Aunt Qin made a prompt decision: "Baogui, you and Xiaoru will go to Yan Wang Deming's house tomorrow."

"Even if we can't be relatives, we are still neighbors. We must help with such a big thing as building a house!" After saying that, he looked at Old Man Qin.

Old Man Qin nodded in agreement: "Well, Baogui, listen to your mother. There is not much work to do in the fields now, and the wheat has been dried. You have to go to Deming's house to help!"

"Baogui, if Xiaoru is too shy to ask Wang Deming tomorrow whether he has bought a house or borrowed money, you can go and encourage him with your sister!"

"Oh."

Old Man Qin and Aunt Qin each took a big bite of the white flour bun happily: "Sweet!"

(End of this chapter)