Shocking! My Rugged Husband is the Hidden Tycoon in the 70s Novel-Chapter 119: My Wife Can’t Do Heavy Work

"Brought him back?" Jiang Baohua asked.

"Yes!" Jiang Xingye sat down on the kang, "Uncle, I want to set up a processing factory in the village."

Poof, cough, cough!

Jiang Baohua choked on his smoke, "What kind of processing factory?"

"Furniture factory." Jiang Xingye said, "I had this idea before, and you also said to let me organize it."

Jiang Baohua said irritably, "I’ve been telling you for a year, you kept saying okay okay, but never organized it. Why suddenly now?"

He hadn’t organized it before because he himself had matters to attend to in the mountains, managing over ten acres of land. Although the medicinal herb fields weren’t much trouble, they still needed supervision, and going back and forth to the mountains every day took one or two hours.

Doing more work on his own land meant he definitely couldn’t keep up with the production team, and being too tired made him not want to go down to work the fields. Over time, he got the lazy reputation.

Jiang Baohua thought his nephew didn’t want to farm, seeing him constantly running out, and feared he might go astray outside, so he wanted to support him to do something else.

Jiang Baohua wasn’t even this good to his own son.

Back in the day, his brother supported him as the team leader, which cost him his life. He often hated why the one who died back then wasn’t himself.

"Whether I want to or not is not for me to decide." Jiang Xingye naturally wouldn’t say he wanted to open a furniture factory to keep his wife from working the fields.

By opening the factory, his wife could manage it, staying sheltered from wind and rain, just like working in the city. It wouldn’t be any worse than the city, and he wouldn’t worry about her wanting to go back to the city.

"If you want to open it, open it, did I stop you?" Jiang Baohua said, "Then I’ll go to the commune tomorrow to help you with the paperwork, but it might not be a quick process."

Jiang Xingye also knew it couldn’t be done before the autumn harvest, and even if it could be done, the autumn harvest was crucial, as the farm work was the main task.

"My wife can’t do heavy work, during the autumn harvest, find her some easy work!" Jiang Xingye said thick-skinned.

Jiang Xingmei couldn’t help but laugh.

Zhou Guizhi also laughed, "Shameless, not even married yet and already calling her wife, people will talk bad about that educated youth."

Jiang Xingye’s cheeks reddened, and he scratched his head in embarrassment.

Jiang Baohua said irritably, "Which work is easy, you tell me, I’ll arrange it!"

During the urgent harvest, even the team leader, secretary, and accountant, the three pillars, had to work the fields. This scoundrel dare make this request. Didn’t he know we should take care of his future niece-in-law?

On the way home, Xu Qinghuan saw a faint light in the usually dark and dilapidated low house.

A bent old man came out of the small house. Sensing the gaze, he looked this way.

They were both extremely shocked but simultaneously turned away.

Returning to the small house, Ren Jingmo asked, "Grandpa, will no one beat us again?"

Ren Shanglu felt an unprecedented relief, and he patted his grandson’s head, "For now, they shouldn’t. As we live here, if you meet someone you know, pretend not to know them, understand?"

Ren Jingmo shuddered, "Grandpa, will people still try to beat us? Can we leave, go somewhere without people? Grandpa, you could be beaten to death."

Ren Shanglu hugged the child, "Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, for now, no one will beat you."

The door knocked, and Ren Jingmo trembled, while Ren Shanglu sat still for a long time, tightly holding his grandson.

"Grandpa Ren, it’s me!"

Xu Qinghuan’s voice came, and Ren Jingmo jumped down to open the door, throwing himself into Xu Qinghuan’s arms, "Sister, sister, why are you here?"

As far as he could remember, his sister was one of the few people who treated him well.

Xu Qinghuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. She did not expect Uncle Li and the others to send this grandfather and grandson to the Shangjiang Team, and as long as they lived under her watch, they could always be cared for.

Since Jiang Xingye was the one who picked them up today, the things she left previously for the Ren family were also brought along. Xu Qinghuan looked around the house: there were pots and pans, and the bedding on the bed was thin, but since it was summer and not cold at night, it could still suffice for now.

But their clothes were very tattered, and five out of ten toes stuck out of their shoes. The soles were so thin it was almost like being barefoot.

Having taken stock, Xu Qinghuan didn’t dare stay long. She left three meat buns and departed.

Ren Shanglu handed a meat bun to his grandson and took one himself. Thanks to Xu Qinghuan’s aid these days, they finally had a full meal.

Clearly, for them to move from the city to the Shangjiang Team, this girl must have been a big help.

He felt his death would not be regrettable. His life’s skills needed someone to pass them on, and even in these years of great suffering, the faith in his heart hadn’t been extinguished.

There were many wicked people in the world, but quite a few good ones too, weren’t there?

Xu Qinghuan came out of the grass shack and saw someone not far away. Going over, she saw it was indeed Jiang Xingye.

Xu Qinghuan felt a playful urge. She tiptoed over, suddenly wrapping one arm around Jiang Xingye from behind, with the other arm around his neck, "Surrender!"

Jiang Xingye didn’t expect his little fiancée to have such a childish side, which finally eased his concern. He cooperatively raised his hands, turned around, and embraced the girl.

The night enveloped the two, becoming the best camouflage.

Their hearts pounded in sync.

Though reluctant to let go, Jiang Xingye was afraid someone might see them, so he took her hand and headed home without asking why she visited the grandfather and grandson.

"Grandpa Ren is a skilled doctor, the brother of the teacher I once studied medicine with. In terms of seniority, I should call him uncle. When I returned from the team leader’s home today and saw Grandpa Ren, I came to have a look."

Last time in the county town, Xu Qinghuan, distressed and teary-eyed, had made him inquire further. It turned out there was a five-year-old child who had been perpetually abused and beaten there, Ren Jingmo.

Today when he picked them up and saw the grandfather and grandson, his heart was unsettled too.

"They won’t be bullied at the Shangjiang Team anymore. I’ll keep an eye on them." Jiang Xingye held his fiancée’s hand tightly, not wanting her to feel sad.

But he also worried she might despise them, so he cautiously watched her expression.

Xu Qinghuan turned her head and gave him a gentle smile. Under the moonlight, her face was as white as porcelain, her eyes shimmering like an elf, so beautiful it seemed she might disappear the next moment.

The next day, news about setting up a furniture factory in the production team spread. Chen Dewen and two others brought some grain to discuss starting the factory.

On their side, they could cook, but at the educated youth spot, every day’s three meals of corn mush were so thin the chopsticks couldn’t stand, along with wild vegetable dark bread. Asking them to eat porridge and meat buns, they feared being scolded.

Yet, eating the stuff at the educated youth spot with them was unbearable for the three, so they simply hid at Xu Qinghuan’s place to eat away from sight and mind.