Chapter 6: Using the Pretty Widow
Fortunately, Du Fei had seen it before he traveled through time, and faced Qin Huairu's charming attack, he would not be tempted by lust.
Instead, a heavy cough came from Qin Huairu's house.
A window was slightly raised, revealing half the face of a fat old lady, who was the pretty widow's mother-in-law, Mrs. Jia Zhang.
Du Fei knew that the old godly woman of the Jia family was not easy to mess with.
Logically speaking, Du Fei was only 19 years old after the New Year, and there was an 11-year age gap between him and Qin Huairu, so Jia Zhang would not think of anything dirty.
But Du Fei changed his outfit, and Mrs. Jia Zhang didn't recognize it was him. She only saw her daughter-in-law and a tall young man, talking, laughing, and moving.
How can I bear this! Sound a warning immediately.
Qin Huairu was still unfinished. Although it was only for a moment and a few words, she felt very relaxed and interesting.
Glancing at the mother-in-law in the room, a trace of sadness welled up in my heart.
"Aunt Jia is at home." Du Fei greeted with a smile. .??.
Only then did Mrs. Jia Zhang realize that this dog-looking man was actually the boy from the Du family in the backyard.
He breathed a sigh of relief and lowered the window.
In her opinion, Du Fei is just a brat, and she can't look down on Qin Huairu.
Little did he know that Du Fei was quite old before he traveled through time, and Widow Qin was considered young and beautiful in his eyes.
Qin Huairu was a little embarrassed and couldn't chat with Du Fei any more. She was about to continue washing clothes, but was stopped by Du Fei, "Sister Qin, do you have a sewing machine at home?"
Qin Huairu replied with a 'hmm', "Do you want to use it?"
"Look what you said, how can I use that thing?" Du Fei chuckled and said, "It's almost winter now, and my bedding is no longer available, so I'll just replace it with a new one."
Qin Huairu looked surprised.
In this day and age, it is not easy to change a set of bedding and bedding. The cotton coupons alone can stump countless people. Making a new bedding is a dowry for the new wife!
Du Fei actually changed at his request. This was not a rich man, but a prodigal.
The remaining kindness deep in Qin Huairu's heart made a trace of pity flash in her eyes.
Du Fei didn't know it yet, but in the pretty widow's mind, he had equated her with the prodigal son. He continued to say, "Sister Qin, it's a pity to change that set of bedding and throw it away. I thought about cleaning it, changing it to cotton curtains, and hanging them on the doors and windows." superior."
Qin Huairu rolled his eyes and heard what Du Fei meant by these words.
However, changing the bedding into a cotton curtain, including washing and changing it, is no small project.
Although this pretty widow usually talks nicely in the courtyard and is very enthusiastic about whatever is going on in every household, her efforts will never be in vain.
Du Fei didn't want to call her in vain, so he quickly said, "Sister Qin, don't worry, I won't let you work in vain, it's fifty cents."
The pretty widow's eyes lit up, and she became even more convinced that Du Fei was a little loser.
Although this job was tedious, in the end it was just taking apart and washing the quilt. According to her calculation, she could do it with only thirty cents, but Du Fei actually gave her fifty cents as soon as she asked.
Instead of washing his clothes, Qin Huairu immediately went home to get a ruler and then went to the backyard with Du Fei.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he was stopped again, "Hey! Qin Huairu, what are you..."
As he spoke, Silly Zhu, with disheveled hair, wearing a dirty green cotton-padded jacket and a greasy face, walked out of the main room in the central courtyard.
Shazhu has been thinking a lot about Qin Huairu these years. Although he didn't say it, he had already decided in his heart that he regarded Qin Huairu as his favorite.
Suddenly found Qin Huai
Rufengfenghuohuo seemed to be following a pretty boy, so he immediately became vigilant, opened his eyes wide, and stared at Du Fei
"Brother Zhuzi, I'm asking Sister Qin for some help." Du Fei said with a smile.
Silly Zhu was stunned, looking up and down, and then he recognized, "Are you Du Fei?"
Qin Huairu, however, couldn't wait for them to chat any more, so she turned around and glared at Si Zhu, "Xiao Du still has something to do, we can talk to you later." In a hurry, he dragged Du Fei away.
Today is Sunday, all the old ladies in the courtyard are at home, and no one knows how to unwrap and wash the bedding.
Qin Huairu was afraid that someone would rob him of his fifty-cent job due to long nights and many dreams.
Seeing the pretty widow and Du Fei entering the Moon Gate, Silly Zhu scratched the back of his head and didn't think much about it.
Du Fei was about ten years younger than him and Qin Huairu, so they were not of the same generation at all.
When he discovered that the pretty boy was Du Fei, he lowered his guard, hummed a little tune, swayed, and walked out of the hospital.
Du Fei, on his side, followed the pretty widow and went straight to the door of his house.
The door was unlocked, but Qin Huairu had some sense of discretion and stepped aside to let Du Fei open the door and enter the house.
Du Fei had already thrown away the old broken kang mat. The kang was bare and rolled up with a set of blankets.
Qin Huairu worked really well. After asking where the cotton curtain was to be hung, she immediately put her legs up on the kang, stuck out her big butt, measured and recorded, and said, "Don't worry, I'll leave this job to my sister. It will be done for you."
Du Fei stood on the ground generously, watching the pretty widow at work. After she measured the size, he looked at the bedroll and said, "Shall I carry it to the middle yard for you?"
Qin Huairu glanced at him and curled her lips, "Don't worry, I'll stain your new leather jacket again."
After saying that, he lifted up his hair, inserted the bamboo ruler into the collar of the back of his neck, picked up the heavy bedroll very bravely, and left.
After the pretty widow left, Du Fei closed the door and came back, changed his clothes and started to work.
First, he used a broom to sweep off all the debris on the kang, but due to the old disrepair, more and more debris was swept away. Du Fei was helpless and had to make do with the newly purchased kang mat.
The kang mat I bought this time is not made of bamboo, but made of reeds.
Although reed mats are not as durable as bamboo mats, they are more comfortable and not as cold in winter.
I went to light the stove again and heated up the kang. Then I spread the newly bought bedding on it and dried it thoroughly on the hot kang.
Although the bedding bought from the department store was new, it had been kept in the warehouse for who knows how long, so it inevitably contained moisture.
After Du Fei finished doing this, he went to the outhouse to gather the remaining briquettes and firewood.
Winter was coming soon, and he would definitely not have enough left to burn, so he would have to buy more later.
You also need to prepare food at home. Even if you don’t have enough money now, you can’t always go to restaurants to eat. Firstly, you can’t afford the meat stamps and food stamps. Secondly, the impact is not good. After all, in this era, no serious person can There are people who never start cooking at home.
While Du Fei was working and thinking about how to live in the future, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Du Fei responded and looked up.
"Comrade Du Fei, I am Sun Qiang." A well-dressed, honest-looking young man opened the door and walked in. "My dad asked me to deliver something."
Du Fei didn't expect Director Sun to act so quickly and delivered the money tickets the next day. It seemed that he was also afraid of long nights and dreams.
"It's Brother Sun, please come in, look at how messed up I am." Du Fei smiled and patted the soot on his hands, took off his work coat, washed his hands in the basin, and invited Sun Qiang into the back room. Fortunately, Du Fei had seen it before he traveled through time, so he was not tempted by Qin Huairu's charming attack.
Instead, a heavy cough came from Qin Huairu's house.
A window was slightly raised, revealing half the face of a fat old lady, who was the pretty widow's mother-in-law, Mrs. Jia Zhang.
Du Fei knew that the old godly woman of the Jia family was not easy to mess with.
Logically speaking, Du Fei was only 19 years old after the New Year, and there was an 11-year age gap between him and Qin Huairu, so Jia Zhang would not think of anything dirty.
But Du Fei changed his outfit, and Mrs. Jia Zhang didn't recognize it was him. She only saw her daughter-in-law and a tall young man, talking, laughing, and moving.
How can I bear this! Sound a warning immediately.
Qin Huairu was still unfinished. Although it was only for a moment and a few words, she felt very relaxed and interesting.
Glancing at the mother-in-law in the room, a trace of sadness welled up in my heart. ??
"Aunt Jia is at home." Du Fei greeted with a smile.
Only then did Mrs. Jia Zhang realize that this dog-looking man was actually the boy from the Du family in the backyard.
He breathed a sigh of relief and quietly lowered the window.
In her opinion, Du Fei is just a brat, and she can't look down on Qin Huairu.
Little did he know that Du Fei was quite old before he traveled through time, and Widow Qin was considered young and beautiful in his eyes.
Qin Huairu was a little embarrassed and couldn't chat with Du Fei any more. She was about to continue washing clothes, but was stopped by Du Fei, "Sister Qin, do you have a sewing machine at home?"
Qin Huairu replied with a 'hmm', "Do you want to use it?"
"Look what you said, how can I use that thing?" Du Fei chuckled and said, "It's almost winter now, and my bedding is no longer available, so I'll just replace it with a new one."
Qin Huairu looked surprised.
In this day and age, it is not easy to change a set of bedding and bedding. The cotton coupons alone can stump countless people. Making a new bedding is a dowry for the new wife!
Du Fei actually changed at his request. This was not a rich man, but a prodigal.
The remaining kindness deep in Qin Huairu's heart made a trace of pity flash in her eyes.
Du Fei didn't know it yet, but in the pretty widow's mind, he had equated her with the prodigal son. He continued to say, "Sister Qin, it's a pity to change that set of bedding and throw it away. I thought about cleaning it, changing it to cotton curtains, and hanging them on the doors and windows." superior."
Qin Huairu rolled her eyes and heard what Du Fei meant by these words.
However, changing the bedding into a cotton curtain, including washing and changing it, is no small project.
Although this pretty widow usually talks nicely in the courtyard and is very enthusiastic about whatever is going on in every household, her efforts will never be in vain.
Du Fei didn't want to call her in vain, so he quickly said, "Sister Qin, don't worry, I won't let you work in vain, it's fifty cents."
The pretty widow's eyes lit up, and she became even more convinced that Du Fei was a little loser.
Although this job was tedious, in the end it was just taking apart and washing the quilt. According to her calculation, she could do it with only thirty cents, but Du Fei actually gave her fifty cents as soon as she asked.
Instead of washing his clothes, Qin Huairu immediately went home to get a ruler and then went to the backyard with Du Fei.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he was stopped again, "Hey! Qin Huairu, what are you..."
As he spoke, Silly Zhu, with disheveled hair, wearing a dirty green cotton-padded jacket and a greasy face, walked out of the main room in the central courtyard.
Shazhu has been thinking a lot about Qin Huairu these years. Although he didn't say it, he had already decided in his heart that he regarded Qin Huairu as his favorite.
Suddenly found Qin Huai
Rufengfenghuohuo seemed to be following a pretty boy, so he immediately became vigilant, opened his eyes wide, and stared at Du Fei
"Brother Zhuzi, I'm asking Sister Qin for some help." Du Fei said with a smile.
Silly Zhu was stunned, looking up and down, and then he recognized, "Are you Du Fei?"
Qin Huairu, however, couldn't wait for them to chat any more, so she turned around and glared at Si Zhu, "Xiao Du still has something to do, we can talk to you later." In a hurry, he dragged Du Fei away.
Today is Sunday, all the old ladies in the courtyard are at home, and no one knows how to unwrap and wash the bedding.
Qin Huairu was afraid that someone would rob him of his fifty-cent job due to long nights and many dreams.
Seeing the pretty widow and Du Fei entering the Moon Gate, Silly Zhu scratched the back of his head and didn't think much about it.
Du Fei was about ten years younger than him and Qin Huairu, so they were not of the same generation at all.
When he discovered that the pretty boy was Du Fei, he lowered his guard, hummed a little tune, swayed, and walked out of the hospital.
Du Fei, on his side, followed the pretty widow and went straight to the door of his house.
The door was not locked, but Qin Huairu had some sense and stepped aside to let Du Fei open the door and enter the house.
The original broken kang mat had been thrown away by Du Fei long ago, and the kang was bare, with a rolled-up blanket on it.
Qin Huairu was also very efficient at work. After asking where the cotton curtain should be hung, she immediately lifted her legs to the kang, sticking out her big butt, measuring and recording while saying, "Don't worry about this job, I will definitely do it for you."
Du Fei stood on the ground and watched the pretty widow busying herself. After she measured the size, he looked at the bedding roll and said, "Shall I carry it to the central courtyard for you?"
Qin Huairu glanced at him and pouted, "Don't worry, it will dirty your new leather jacket again."
As she said that, she lifted her hair, inserted the bamboo ruler into the collar at the back of her neck, and picked up the heavy bedding roll very sturdily and left.
After the pretty widow left, Du Fei closed the door and came back, changed his clothes, and started to work.
First, he used a broom to sweep away the dirt and debris on the kang, but because of years of disrepair, the dirt and debris became more and more. Du Fei was helpless and had to put the newly bought kang mat on it.
The kang mat he bought this time was not made of bamboo, but of reeds.
Although reed mats are not as durable as bamboo mats, they are more comfortable to use and not so cold in winter.
He lit the stove again, heated up the kang, and then spread the newly bought bedding on it to dry it thoroughly on the hot kang.
Although the bedding bought from the department store was new, it was kept in the warehouse for who knows how long, so it was inevitable that it contained moisture.
After Du Fei finished doing this, he went to the outer room to collect the remaining coal balls and firewood.
Winter was coming soon, and his family’s remaining was definitely not enough to burn, so he had to go buy more later.
There is also a need to prepare more food at home. Even if there is no shortage of money now, it is impossible to eat out at restaurants all the time. First, the meat and food coupons cannot be afforded, and second, the influence is not good. After all, in this era, how can a decent person not cook at home all the time?
Just as Du Fei was working and thinking about how to live in the future, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Du Fei answered and looked up.
"Comrade Du Fei, I am Sun Qiang." A well-dressed and honest young man pushed the door open and walked in. "My father asked me to deliver something."
Du Fei did not expect Director Sun to act so quickly and deliver the money and coupons the next day. It seems that he is afraid of more troubles.
"It's Brother Sun. Please come in. Look at how messy I am." Du Fei smiled and patted the coal dust on his hands, took off his work coat, washed his hands in the basin, and invited Sun Qiang to the inner room.