How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s-Chapter 110: Jealousy_1

Li Qiao hung his head in disappointment, "But there’s a piece that can only grow one crop of rice."

Old Mrs. Qin, with a smile, whispered consolingly, "Low-lying land has its advantages. We can stock some fry in the perennial water and raise rice-harvest fish."

"Right," Li Qiao’s smile returned to his face as he quietly sat back and watched the others draw lots.

When it was Yu Feng’s turn, she grabbed two mu of lowland next to the Qin family’s plot, crying and making a scene, demanding a redraw. The team leader had her carried out.

This caused everyone to burst into laughter.

It took about an hour and a half for everyone to divide up the village land.

After dispersing, everyone imagined their future harvests.

"The village was flooded a while ago, and the later crops are noticeably shorter than those in other places. The yield is probably a problem, not to mention we have to contribute a portion of it. We should probably buy some fertilizer now, and apply it again when there’s ample summer rain. We might just catch up."

Reminded timely by Feng Fugui, everyone immediately realized that fertilizer would soon be in short supply and they needed to stock up quickly to avoid missing out.

Some people went to the fertilizer station overnight.

Outside were already crowds waiting to grab goods when the doors opened the next day.

Yu Feng sent Feng Bing and Feng Hu to the fertilizer station in the middle of the night, but the latter didn’t want to go: "Loser Qin next door always has the inside scoop, and as soon as he finished the meeting today, he went home to sleep. Maybe there’s plenty of stock at the fertilizer station, and he’s not in a hurry so why should we be?"

Thinking about it, Yu Feng felt relieved and went to rest.

Feng Bing said, "Mother, now that we have more land, there’s definitely more work. The two children need someone to look after them. We should bring Xiaohong back."

Yu Feng disagreed: "If I give in first, she’ll surely have me under her thumb later on. Will you have any good days then? There’s no rush for this. She can’t run off after giving birth to two of your kids."

Feng Bing, with a troubled expression, said, "It’s been a month. The bed is cold, and it’s uncomfortable. Regardless of whether you agree or not, I am going to fetch her tomorrow."

Yu Feng, frustrated by his weakness, burst out scolding: "You useless thing, can you die from a little cold in your bed? Don’t you dare go!"

Feng Bing, cowed by her shout, was both startled and scared and didn’t dare to object. He drooped and went back to his room, unable to sleep. Finally, he got up, trailing his slippers outside to relieve himself in the outhouse.

Usually, at this time, Qin Jin’s little wife would always pass by.

He had thought before that Qin Jin was dead and planned to discuss with his mother in a few days the idea of marrying Qin Jin’s wife.

She had become a widow, and if another man would have her, she would surely agree, especially since she hadn’t had children and might still bear a son.

But before he could bring it up, Qin Jin returned.

He stood in the alley waiting for a long time but didn’t see a soul.

Leaning against the neighbor’s wall, he faintly heard unusual noises.

Sounding like a cat, it made him seethe with anger. He didn’t know how long it had been when the surrounding area returned to silence.

Just as he was about to go home, a flashlight beam appeared at the entrance of the alley.

Seconds later, as his eyes adjusted to the light, the figure of a young woman came into view.

Her cheeks flushed, her skin rosy and clear, obviously just caressed by a man.

He swallowed with a bobbing Adam’s apple, "Haven’t gone to bed yet?"

Li Qiao, startled by the sudden voice, stepped back swiftly, covering her chest with scrutiny but said nothing.

Several times no matter how late, she would encounter Feng Bing on her way to the outhouse, and he would always strike up a conversation. She ignored him, yet he remained undeterred.

If it weren’t for her issues with Yu Feng, she might really believe he fancied her, waiting there just to chat her up.

"What’s it to you whether my wife is asleep or not?"

The voice of Qin Jin was ominous, filled with hostility as it carried from the entrance of the alley.

Feng Bing shivered all over: "I was just saying hello."

Qin Jin scoffed coldly, better it was just a greeting.

If he dared harbor improper thoughts about his wife, he’d better be ready to face his iron fist.

Li Qiao turned her head, and with it, the beam of the flashlight shifted. The young man, wearing long pants, bare-chested with a strong sense of power, stood coldly facing the light, piercing Feng Bing with a stare as if to see right through him. She couldn’t help but chuckle silently, even a greeting from him could stir his jealousy.

"Where did you buy your fertilizer?" Feng Bing asked, rubbing his hands nervously.

Qin Jin answered concisely: "Not buying. Planning to sell."

"Sell? How are you going to sell it? That doesn’t seem right," Feng Bing questioned.

"If you don’t like it, you can report me." Qin Jin said, crossing his arms to show off the taut lines of his muscles.

Feng Bing felt a chill in his bones, recalling the time Qin Jin took off his shirt while Digging River Ditch, his arms weren’t as bulging as they were now, and his stomach was just one piece of flesh, now clearly divided into six packs, his posture becoming increasingly erect and straightforward. He forced a servile smile and said, "How could I? Have you been eating pork every day recently, making your arms so thick?"

"I practice Martial Arts every day, all the flesh on my body has gotten firm. One punch could knock out two of your teeth and one kick could send you flying up to squat on the roof."

Feng Bing: "..."

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Qin Jin left early the next day for a long journey.

Li Qiao had nothing to do at home and started cleaning when Yu Cuiying entered the yard, with Yu Feng peeking around the door.

"Qiaoqiao, I heard from my cousin next door that Jin is going to sell chemical fertilizer. Where did he get the chemical fertilizer from?"

Li Qiao’s mind raced.

Would Qin Jin’s actions constitute speculative hoarding?

Getting a quota through connections to sell and earning a middleman’s profit, this time he could potentially make a lot.

It wouldn’t be good for him if word got out.

If she were to beat around the bush, Yu Feng outside would definitely think she had something to hide. After a moment of consideration, she said, "A friend of his got the quota and asked him to help transport it. I don’t really understand the specifics. Has your family bought any chemical fertilizer?"

Yu Cuiying said, "No, it’s impossible to get any. There are too many people and there were even fights. Ah, you have no idea how chaotic the fertilizer station was last night. Make sure to keep five bags for me later on."

"Five bags? Can you use that many?" Li Qiao remembered the fertilizer bags at home, which held one hundred pounds each.

"We can use them." Yu Cuiying’s eyes flickered.

Li Qiao guessed that the Yu Family had bought a portion for themselves, but she did not expose it and readily agreed.

After Yu Cuiying left,

Li Qiao continued cleaning the yard, spending half a day to tidy everything inside and out.

Old Mrs. Qin made lunch at noon and smiled contentedly at the neatly cleaned yard: "Why are you so diligent today?"

Li Qiao: "I’m just too idle." She didn’t feel like reading, had no TV or smartphone to pass the time, and she wasn’t interested in the gossip the visiting women shared. It wasn’t about one girl being in such a hurry to get married she must be pregnant.

It was about how a wife in another family must be infertile because she hadn’t had children after being married for so long.

She dared not leave early when visiting them, fearing that once she left, she would become their next topic of gossip.

Looking for other sent-down youths? They were busy reviewing.

Old Mrs. Qin: "Take a break, I’ll cook something for you to eat."

Li Qiao couldn’t sit still, she took a sickle and went out to cut grass to feed the rabbits, and after being busy, she picked fleas off the dog, which was particularly docile and lay on its back for her to handle.

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After washing her hands, Old Mrs. Qin passed her steamed buns and chopsticks.

Li Qiao smiled lightly: "I can serve myself."

A plate of cold wild vegetables topped with pork sauce whet her appetite. After finishing a bun and drinking a large bowl of soup, she set down her utensils and went back to her room to pack her bookbag and two sets of clothes, planning to return to school early to air out her bedding and pillows.

Old Mrs. Qin gave her two yuan.

She only took one.

"I’ll see you off," Old Mrs. Qin said.

"No need." Li Qiao, laden with large and small bags, headed to the youth spot to collect her notes. Zou Qing told her to wait, he would give her a ride because he was going to the commune to drive the tractor later.

Li Qiao thought about saving on travel expenses and was no longer in a hurry to leave.

About half an hour later, she left the village with Zou Qing.

As they crossed a bump and the vehicle jolted, she yelped and clutched Zou Qing’s clothes.

Now that the land had been divided, many people rushed to their fields early in the morning to weed and dig drainage ditches, as if they were trying to coax flowers from the soil. Feng Bing, returning home with a hoe, caught sight of this scene, and his gaze turned dark.

Flirting with sent-down youths behind Qin Jin’s back, she surely wasn’t a decent woman.

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