The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Chapter 122 Eating Chicken Feed Again
"Sis, it looks like Secretary Zhou and his fiancée are acting out a TV drama!"

Gao Qingya is young and has not yet experienced these complicated entanglements between men and women.

She just felt that the scene between Zhou Zhenghua and Ouyang Yan was exactly the same as those dramatic couples she had seen in TV dramas.

That's why I have such feelings.

Gao Qinghe: "Because you've watched too many brain-dead movies. You should watch less of them and not learn from them, or you'll lower your intelligence."

"Lowering intelligence?"

"Mm." Gao Qinghe nodded seriously.

Gao Qingya was startled and decided she would never watch it again!
She still needs to go to university to be her sister's pride and strong support; how can she manage without intelligence?

But something just feels off.

The little girl asked curiously, "Sister, which one do you think earns more, the village secretary or the high school teacher?"

Gao Qinghe didn't answer which one paid more, but only asked her:

Do you want to stay in the city or the village?

Gao Qingya said without hesitation, "It must be in the city."

She'd lived in this small mountain village since she was a child, and she was long tired of it.

From her family and friends to her teachers, everyone around her told her from a young age that she must study hard and strive to get out of these mountains.

Thinking of this, Gao Qingya fell silent.

Looking back at the ancient tree she had just passed, she suddenly felt that the lush branches and trunks were like an airtight cage, imprisoning the people under the tree forever.

What it wants may not be her body, but her soul.

When Gao Qingya put herself in that shoes, she felt a chill run down her spine.

"I hope she's not really foolish enough to quit her job," Gao Qingya muttered to herself, frowning.

She originally disliked Ouyang Yan very much because of Zhou Zhenghua.

But at this moment, I suddenly felt a little sorry for her.

The older sister wasn't lying to her after all; watching too many brain-dead movies really does lower your intelligence!

Gao Qinghe caught a glimpse of her younger sister's lingering fear and chuckled inwardly, thinking, "It's good that you know how to be scared."

The two sisters returned home, and their parents also came back.

Gao Chongyi pointed happily to the half-acre plot of land to the east of his mud house and said:
"The village chief has agreed to approve the residential land for us, this is the plot."

Huang Ying said with satisfaction, "This piece of land is big enough. After building a house, we can also build a large courtyard. The yard will be spacious in the future."

Gao Qinghe was not surprised that the location was exactly the same as in her previous life.

Gao Qingya was very happy and immediately ran over and circled around, like a little tiger inspecting its new territory.

Gao Qinghe put the tofu she brought into the kitchen cabinet and said to her parents:

“My eldest uncle isn’t home, but I’ve already spoken to my aunt. We’ll sit down and discuss this properly when we get back from the county town.”

"Oh, by the way, Mom, are you interested in engineering?"

Huang Ying walked into the kitchen. "What do you mean by that?"

She wasn't comfortable with Gao Qinghe putting tofu in the bowl, so she came over to check it carefully and covered the bare bowl with a cover to prevent flies from landing on it.

"This fresh tofu is best stewed with pickled cabbage." Huang Ying decided to have pickled cabbage stewed tofu for dinner tonight.

Add a handful of sweet potato vermicelli to the pot and cook it together; she can easily eat three bowls of rice by herself.

Just thinking about that taste makes my mouth water.

Gao Qinghe found it amusing and couldn't help but laugh, immediately receiving a light slap on the back from her mother's anger and embarrassment.

Gao Qinghe quickly slipped away, and while she was at it, she also grabbed a piece of dried rice crust that Old Lady Tian had scraped off the bottom of the pot that morning.

Huang Ying frowned, "Eating chicken feed again? Be careful your grandma finds out!"

Gao Qinghe: "."

Rice crust is rice crust, not chicken feed!
As she chewed, she told her parents what her aunt had just said.

“I think you can try this, Mom. When you were little, didn’t you always say that you went to the construction site with your eldest and second uncles to carry bricks? This is an area you are familiar with.”

Huang Ying stared in disbelief. How could it be her who did it?
"Didn't you promise that?"

Gao Qinghe said confidently, "I can't endure hardship."

Gao Chongyi adjusted his glasses, glanced at his wife with a smile, and said, "Your mother can't even keep proper accounts."

Huang Ying glared at him, wondering why he talked to the child about everything. Gao Qinghe chuckled, "Isn't it because we still have you, Dad, the strategist, holding things up from behind?"

The couple finally realized that they wanted them to work together.

"Your aunt invited you, isn't that inappropriate?" Gao Chongyi frowned.

Huang Ying had no interest whatsoever. "I just want to cultivate my few acres of land well. I don't have the time to mess around with other things."

"What about you, Dad?" Gao Qinghe narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of threat in her voice.

Just like when she was a child, she insisted that Gao Chongyi knit her a red sweater, but he was too busy and refused, and she made a huge fuss about it.

We will not give up until we achieve our goal.

Gao Chongyi had a headache. "Let me look at it again, let me look at it again."

First, calm him down, then we'll talk about it later. Otherwise, he won't be able to handle it if things get out of hand.

Gao Qinghe took a deep breath. "Okay, let's talk when we get back."

The father and daughter locked eyes, sparks flying between their similar gazes, neither willing to yield.

Just as Huang Ying was feeling helpless, Old Lady Tian returned.

Huang Yanqiu was following behind him.

"Qinghe, go pick some snails!"

Huang Yanqiu ran in excitedly, carrying a wooden bucket in her hand.

Gao Qingya immediately shouted from the open space next door, "Me too! Me too!"

Gao Qinghe then withdrew her gaze from the confrontation with her father.

He smiled and said, "Let's go."

"Come back soon!" Grandma Tian instructed.

He then took down the straw hat hanging on the wall. "Wear it. Don't get too tanned. You're getting married next month. Be more mature."

Gao Qinghe took the straw hat and put it on, leaving the sunglasses she used to show off at home.

Gao Qingya, carrying a bucket, excitedly followed Huang Yanqiu, "Cousin, where are we going to catch them?"

Huang Yanqiu casually pointed in the direction of Xiahe Village and looked at Gao Qinghe in surprise.

Are you getting married next month?

Gao Qinghe: "We discussed it a couple of days ago, on August 11th in the Gregorian calendar."

"So fast." Huang Yanqiu was a little surprised, saying she wasn't mentally prepared.

Gao Qinghe found it amusing. "Why are you preparing yourself? It's my wedding, not yours."

Huang Yanqiu said dejectedly, "You're going to the city."

"Why don't you come too?" Gao Qinghe said.

By the way, Jiang Baohai hasn't discussed with her where they'll live after they get married.

He hasn't bought a house in the city yet; his hometown is in a small town.

In my past life, buying a house in the county town was three years in the future. I definitely haven't bought one yet, and there are no commercial houses available for purchase now.

She wants to live in a big house in the city, but she can't find one.

When I first got married in my past life, I lived in Jiang Baohai's old house, which was quite comfortable.

Gao Qinghe thought that this life would probably be similar, except that there would be two more people, Jiang's mother and Jiang Yu.

She was different from others; she wasn't afraid of living with her mother-in-law, but she was afraid of not having anyone to cook for her.

Jiang's mother made some really delicious braised pork ribs before, so her cooking skills must be pretty good.

In her past life, without Jiang's mother, Jiang Baohai found a relative to cook for her. The food was delicious, but the person was a chatterbox, which she disliked.

I endured it for six months before resigning.

After that, they ate out for every meal, or waited for Jiang Baohai to come back and cook.

If Gao Qinghe had to choose between Jiang's mother and the relative who cooked, she would choose Jiang's mother without hesitation.

Huang Yanqiu thought that she could also go to the city. Now that she had her household registration book in her own hands, she could go wherever she wanted, and her mood instantly improved.

He pointed forward excitedly and exclaimed, "We've arrived!"

(End of this chapter)