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 a gap of 11 years between him and Qin Huairu, so Jia Zhang would not think of anything dirty.
But Du Fei changed his outfit, and Jia Zhang didn't recognize it was him. He only saw his daughter-in-law talking, laughing, and moving with a tall young man.
How can I bear this? Give a warning immediately.
Qin Huairu was still unfinished, even though it was only for a moment and a few words, it actually made her feel very relaxed and interesting.
Glancing at my mother-in-law in the room, I felt a trace of sadness in my heart.
"Aunt Jia is at home." Du Fei greeted with a smile.
Only then did Mrs. Jia Zhang realize that this man who looked like a dog 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 someone like 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, you have a sewing machine at home, right?"
Qin Huairu replied with a 'hmm': "Do you want to use it?"
"Look at 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 had a surprised expression on her face.
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 it at his request. This is 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 herself with the prodigal son, and continued: "Sister Qin, it's a pity to change that set of bedding and throw it away. I thought about cleaning it, changing it into a cotton curtain, and hanging it
On the doors and windows.”
Qin Huairu rolled her eyes and realized what Du Fei meant when he said 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 the affairs of 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, just one dollar."
The pretty widow's eyes lit up, and she became even more convinced that Du Fei was a little prodigal.
Although this job was tedious, in the final analysis it was just taking apart and washing the quilt, and according to her calculations, she could do it for only fifty cents.
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 had 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 beloved.
Suddenly, he noticed that Qin Huairu was about to follow a pretty boy. He immediately became vigilant and stared at Du Fei with his eyes wide open.
"Brother Zhuzi, I'm asking Sister Qin for some help." Du Fei said with a smile.
Silly Zhu was stunned for a moment, looked up and down, and then recognized: "You...you are Du Fei!"
But Qin Huairu couldn't wait for them to chat anymore, so she turned around and glared at Si Zhu: "Xiao Du has something else to do, we can talk to you later." In a hurry, he dragged Du Fei away.
Today is Sunday, all the 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 one dollar job.
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 tune, swayed and walked outside 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, and the kang was bare with a blanket rolled up on it.
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 at the same time: "Don't worry, I'll leave this job to my sister.
I’ll get it right 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 court for you?"
Qin Huairu glanced at him and curled her lips: "Don't worry about soiling your newly bought 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 its age and 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 to use and not as cold in winter.
I lit 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 quilt bought from a department store is new, it has been kept in the warehouse for who knows how long, so it inevitably contains moisture.
After Du Fei finished doing this, he went to the outhouse to gather the remaining briquettes and firewood.
Winter is coming soon, and he will definitely not have enough left to burn, and he will 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
Some people never cook 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 that Director Sun would act so quickly and delivered the money ticket the next day. He seemed to be afraid of the long night and many 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.