How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s-Chapter 39 - Intentional_1

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Under pressure from all sides, Yu Feng reluctantly paid the money.

Old Mrs.

Qin was quite satisfied.

Once inside her own yard and after closing the door, she gave Li Qiao a thumbs up: “You’re the capable one, got them to submit so easily.

By the way, where did you throw the chicken that was beaten to death?

We should pick it up, wrap it in mud, and make Beggar’s Chicken out of it; no one else will smell it.”

“I couldn’t bring myself to do it, so I tied it up and put it in the straw pile, planning to take it to the old house of the village head at night.

Ever since Lame Feng’s incident, nobody dares to near that house for miles around.

We should go there initially to feed it often, if the chicken gets familiar with the place it will settle down there, and later we might even pick up a couple of eggs.”

She knew in her heart that this was wrong.

But once a person is poor.

Schemes just come naturally.

Old Mrs.

Qin’s eyes crinkled into a single line with a smile as she said, “You’re full of tricks, aren’t you?

We’ll do as you say.”

One family’s joy is another’s sorrow.

After losing more than two yuan in a fit of excitement, Yu Feng fainted, waking only to wail incessantly.

As Old Mrs.

Qin was making lunch, she spat in the direction of the neighbors and muttered under her breath, “Anyone who didn’t know better would think she was being bullied.” Her gaze swept around, and through the window glass, she caught sight of Li Qiao, who was engrossed in writing.

“Qiaoqiao, do you need glasses for your nearsightedness?

I didn’t bring enough money last time I went to the market, so I didn’t mention it.

Now that we have the compensation, you won’t go to the work team this afternoon.

Go to the city and get a pair of glasses.

Otherwise, you won’t be able to see the blackboard clearly when school starts tomorrow.”

Li Qiao felt a warm sensation in her heart, as Old Mrs.

Qin had taken to heart a lie she told offhandedly.

She smiled and said, “That’s not necessary; I can ask the teacher to help me sit in the front row.”

…

After lunch.

Li Qiao, holding a book, came to the work team’s chicken coop again.

As night fell, she daringly used a small cloth bag she brought with her to catch a chicken and run toward the old house of the village head.

Having done something bad and also because it was dark, she broke out in a cold sweat from fear and leaned against the door at home, her heart nearly leaping out of her throat.

Old Mrs.

Qin poured her a cup of water to calm her nerves: “Did you settle it properly?”

Li Qiao nodded slightly while drinking the water.

Old Mrs.

Qin said, “School starts tomorrow.

I’ve spoken to Han Zhiqing, and he’ll send you there.

This is the tuition fee; make sure you keep it safe.”

The money was stacked neatly, one bill at a time, amounting to several tens of notes.

After receiving the money, Li Qiao felt a heavy weight in her heart, deeply realizing how difficult it was for folks in the countryside to provide an education for their children decades ago.

Old Mrs.

Qin then took out a net bag, chattering on: “Here’s a lunch box for you, a bag of steamed buns, and a jar of pickles.

If it’s not enough, just come home on leave.

The town is not far from here.”

Li Qiao agreed to each item one by one.

The next day.

Zou Qing showed up driving a hand tractor, accompanied by all the educated youths.

“We heard you’re starting school and thought we’d see you off, maybe take a look at the school as well,” they said.

Li Qiao was equally curious about what a middle school looked like now.

“Thank you so much.” She also needed to bring a mat, two quilts, a change of clothes, washbasin, and other toiletries, and a bicycle couldn’t possibly carry everything in one trip.

A few young people helped her carry the luggage.

Peng Chunhua came out to watch the excitement.

Because of the issue with the rabbit, there had been a rift between the two households, and she said with an odd tone: “Anyone who didn’t know better would think she’s bringing a bride.”

The annoyance on Li Qiao’s face was obvious: “Anyone who didn’t know better would think there’s something wrong with your eyes!”

Peng Chunhua grumbled, “Making such a big fuss; I’d like to see if you really make it into the college.”

After Li Qiao packed up and said goodbye to Old Mrs.

Qin, urging her to take care of herself, she got into the back of the tractor and left.

About half an hour later, the tractor stopped in front of the town’s middle school.

The simple dirt road, the old red brick building.

Where she looked, there were few parents to be seen; students walked in pairs, chatting and laughing together.

Quite a few of them were even carrying brooms and shovels.

Li Qiao didn’t understand why they brought these items to school.

Once inside the campus, she felt lost and disoriented like a headless fly.

That’s when Han Ting told her she was in Class Two.

Where is Class Two?

The last row of houses?

Generally, classrooms for senior students are quite far from the school gate.

Thinking this, Li Qiao carried her net bag and searched toward the back, eventually finding the classroom smoothly.

Desks and chairs were tattered.

Many desks were missing the boards underneath.

How would one place books on such desks?

After registering and paying the tuition and accommodation fees, Mr.

Zhou, the class teacher, gave her a dormitory key and told her the dorm number.

She circled around for a while before arriving at the dorm.

Muddy ground, old peeling walls.

Wooden beds creaked and groaned at every shake.

The wind blowing on the door produced a rattling sound.

It was reminiscent of the suspenseful soundtrack in a horror film.

The dormitory had four bunk beds for eight people, and two had already arrived.

One of them, with familiarity, said, “Wow!

Li Qiao, you’re repeating a year too?”

Li Qiao stiffened, then feigned a smile, “What a coincidence, I didn’t expect to see you again.”

“You guys seem a bit unfamiliar to me.” The female student who spoke with Li Qiao said to Du Xinxin and the others.

“Hello, we are educated youths from the same village as Li Qiao.

My name is Du Xinxin, her name is Wang Nannan, and she’s Liu Jing.

We have two more male comrades outside, we came especially to see Li Qiao register today,” introduced Du Xinxin.

“Oh, I’m Hu Xiufang, she’s also a Liu, named Liu Lanlan.

Nice to meet you.”

Li Qiao made a mental note of her classmates’ names without showing her feelings.

The group of girls worked together to clean the room and organize things.

Once everything was settled, Li Qiao led Du Xinxin and the others on a tour of the campus.

She observed secretly; after touring the entire campus, she noted there wasn’t even a sports field, the only place with a large activity area was the forest.

After sending off the educated youths,

Li Qiao returned to the dormitory.

As soon as she stepped over the threshold, she was greeted with the beaming smile of Li Jinhua. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

“Big Sister, we’re living together again,” said Li Jinhua cheerfully.

Li Qiao forced a smile without any humor, “Indeed.”

“Has your Third Brother-in-law left yet?” asked Li Jinhua intentionally.

The classmates perked up their ears with gossip.

Hu Xiufang in particular, raised her eyebrows in surprise: “Li Qiao, you got married?

Why get married and still come back to study?

Who’s your partner?

Is it that college student from your village you mentioned before?”

Li Jinhua looked on eagerly, wanting to see Li Qiao’s response.

Qin Jin’s name was probably known by everyone in the commune, and as soon as Li Qiao mentioned it, no one hereafter would associate with her.

Those male classmates who were nice to her because she was pretty would certainly not treat her well anymore.

Li Qiao frankly said, “I’ve been married almost two months now.

My partner isn’t the previous one; it’s Qin Jin from Feng Family Village.

You might have heard of him.”

“Feng Family Village?

It isn’t Loser Qin, is it?”

Li Qiao: “….” She corrected, “His name is Qin Jin.”

As expected by Li Jinhua, their roommates started murmuring and exchanging glances.

The girl sitting next to Li Qiao subtly shifted her buttocks away, as if afraid of catching some kind of dirt.

“Why would you marry a loser?

Were you forced by him?” Hu Xiufang asked incredulously.

Li Qiao held her forehead, “There’s not so much forcing.

You’re thinking too much.

This marriage was arranged by the elders from both sides; I agreed to it.

It was a mutual willingness.”

In fact, neither the original host nor Qin Jin was willing about this marriage.

According to people in the village, on the surface, her parents approached Qin Jin about the marriage because there were rumors after the two emerged from the river.

But the real reason was that they feared she would be unmarriageable because she had dated Cai Hechuan before, and Qin Jin, that unfortunate guy who happened to save someone, became the scapegoat.