The fake daughter is so crazy! After going to the countryside, she is spoiled by a rough man every d

Wu Yuanming noticed that everyone was looking at him, so he gritted his teeth and agreed.

He Jidong smiled.

Xu Zhaodi patted him on the shoulder and he stopped being so proud.

He Jing lowered her eyes and seemed to be in a bad mood.

Zhou Qian'an frowned and wanted to ask, but the occasion was not appropriate.

The matter was resolved and the onlookers went back.

He Jidong still had to watch over the farm tools in the threshing ground and couldn't go back.

Xu Zhaodi also has to go back to work.

Suddenly, He Jing and Zhou Qian were left alone.

He Jidong didn't want Zhou Qianan to stay, so he asked him, "Are you done with your work?"

"I'm done." Zhou Qian came here to grind beans and prepare to make tofu.

Now that all the grinding is done, you can carry the ground beans back home.

He Jing understood, "Let me see."

I haven't seen pure stone-ground tofu for a long time.

"We have to go back and dredge it with lime water before we can make it into tofu." Zhou Qian shrugged, "It's still just bean dregs right now."

"How are you going to make soy milk?" He Jing naturally knew the answer.

Seeing that they were chatting so thoroughly that no one else could get involved, He Jidong shook his head and ignored them.

My little sister is very independent-minded and would never do anything out of the ordinary.

"Cook it and drink it." Zhou Qian'an didn't think of what to do, and then said, "Send some to your home as well."

"Send some to those who have a good relationship with you."

In the village, either this family sends gifts to that family, or that family sends gifts to this family.

Very normal.

"Thank you." He Jing thanked.

Seeing that there were not many people around, Zhou Qi'an asked, "Were you unhappy just now?"

"Huh?" He Jing raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Is my performance very obvious?"

"You're frowning, what do you think?" Zhou Qian'an stretched out his hand to help her smooth out her frown, but when he saw He Jidong staring at her, he raised his hand halfway and then put it down again.

"Why?" Wu Yuanming got the punishment he deserved, so he should be happy.

Zhou Qian'an couldn't figure it out.

"He said it was just his bad luck." He Jing lowered her eyes, curled the corners of her lips, and raised her head again, "I was overthinking it."

People who are reborn can't help but think and compare.

He Jing knew that this was not a good thing. She would never be able to move forward if she kept looking back.

But she just couldn't help it.

It would be nice if I could stay busy.

He Jing has always wanted to use sour beans to do black market transactions.

But most of the people in the village choose to make it themselves, and only a very small number of people exchange items such as sweet potatoes and cassava.

What she thought was so different from reality.

"Zhou Qian'an, I really want to do business." He Jing said what was in her heart without realizing it.

"Doing business?" Zhou Qian'an raised his eyebrows slightly, a little scared.

He Jing looked up, "It's weird, isn't it?"

"I mentioned it to my mother and eldest brother, but they were very resistant." He Jing shook her head, "I want to do business and make money."

"Aren't you afraid of speculation?" Zhou Qian asked.

He Jing shook her head, "It's only temporary."

"Temporarily?" Zhou Qian'an narrowed his eyes instantly. He Jing used to live in Yunluo City, and her adoptive father was the factory director, so she must know more.

"you sure?"

Zhou Qian asked.

He Jing nodded, then stopped and looked up, "Zhou Qian, do you know about the black market?"

very direct.

He Jing has wanted to ask this question for a long time.

Zhou Qi calmed down for a while, holding the knot on the barrel tightly in his hand, and admitted after a while, "Yes."

"Do you think sour beans can be used as a business?" He Jing asked.

Zhou Qian'an had wanted to do it before, but now everyone in the village knows how to do it.

The recipe can be easily spread.

It's difficult to sell.

He Jing could see what he was thinking. "The recipe has leaked out, but it takes time and a sense of touch to make it."

"The method of making pickled beans looks quite simple, and it seems that every household can make it."

“But there are still many people who fail.”

“That’s the only business we do.”

The principle is understandable, but it doesn’t make money just by listening to it.

Zhou Qian'an frowned.

He Jing continued, "Sour beans are just a side dish to go with rice."

"Do you think quite a few people are buying olives?"

“And some dried radish.”

But if you keep eating these two things, you will definitely get tired of them.

One more thing will make a difference.

People will feel fresh.

Zhou Qi'an nodded, "That's right."

"I'll go back and ask."

"It's cowpea. I think there's no more of it in the village."

He Jing smiled and looked at him, "If you are doing this, I don't believe you will look for supplies in the village."

"..."

Zhou Qian laughed heartily.

Naturally, the fewer people who know about speculation, the better.

We are from the same village, if there is a disagreement one day, I will report him.

Then it's really over.

"No." Zhou Qianan admitted it frankly without hiding it, but...

"How did you find out?" Zhou Qian wanted to confess and was looking for an opportunity, but he didn't expect to be discovered by He Jing.

"It was that day when I met you in the town, and I had a feeling about you." However, He Jing had no evidence, so she couldn't be sure.

And then there is the relationship between the two...

It's a little embarrassing.

Zhou Qian'an didn't expect to be exposed so early and coughed uncomfortably.

He Jing looked over and raised her eyebrows.

The two walked in silence for a while.

Zhou Qian'an was about to arrive at the He family. He pursed his lips and glanced at her quietly.

Got caught.

He Jing said, "If you have anything to say, just tell me."

"Just as honestly as you said you liked me."

cough cough-

Zhou Qianan was choked and coughed for a long time before he recovered. "That's different."

"I do have some concerns now." Zhou Qian'an said seriously.

He Jing glanced over, obviously not believing it.

"That's right, I was too impulsive." Zhou Qian cleared his throat and became serious.

He thought of He Jing's pale face and trembling body, and his heart ached.

"I will never hit anyone again..."

He Jing reached out and covered his mouth, and shook her head gently at him, "Impulse is the devil."

"If Wu Yuanming is determined to hold you accountable today, what will you do?"

"What about Aunt Chen?"

"What should I do?"

Zhou Qian was stunned and looked at her straight.

"I know you did this for me, but it's not worth it to sacrifice yourself just because of a few rumors."

"Besides, I don't want you to do this for me." He Jing was very frank.

Zhou Qi'an frowned when he heard this, "You are my girlfriend, and no man can tolerate him saying such things."

"Why don't you want to?"

"But I'm very happy." He Jing smiled and stood on tiptoes to rub his hair.

The man's hair was short and hard, a little prickly, but at this moment it just felt itchy, like tickling the palm of your hand.

"I'm telling you this just to make you stay calm next time. Before you act impulsively, think about yourself, Aunt Chen, and me."

He Jing was silent for a while, and then added, "Although you look handsome when you fight, I think you will look even more handsome when you handle it calmly."

Zhou Qian'an started coughing again, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.