In the warm, cozy bed, Luo Song and Qin Huairu lay embraced.
Luo Song smacked his lips, his expression one of savoring the moment.
Qin Huairu, utterly exhausted, found his expression amusing and rolled her eyes, saying, “Stop acting silly, you really got me into trouble today!” Luo Song chuckled and asked, “So, between me and Jia Dongxu, whose dick feels better to you?” Qin Huairu remained silent; she felt like she’d been given a second chance at life today.
Jia Dongxu was a slacker and a womanizer; his dick was barely the size of a finger, nowhere near as good as Luo Song’s.
Of course, she couldn’t bring herself to say that.
After a moment of silence, she changed the subject, asking, “Xiao Song, is my foot really not healing that quickly?” “Not at all.
If you’re really in a hurry to go back, I’ll give you a massage later.
You can get out of bed today and walk a few steps, but you can’t travel far,” Luo Song said with a smile.
Qin Huairu glared at him, angrily saying, “So you were lying to me before?” “I wasn’t lying to you.
I could only help you recover gradually.
Your foot injury is quite serious; it will take a long time to heal,” Luo Song shook his head.
Qin Huairu sighed, “Alright, then give me a massage later.” Luo Song nodded and asked, “Sister, you came back to your parents’ home this time to borrow food, right?” “You guessed it?” Qin Huairu glanced at him and nodded, “You guessed right, we’re almost out of food, so I had to come back to my parents’ home to think of a way.” Luo Song shook his head, “Then you’re probably going to be disappointed this time.
Most people in the Red Star Commune aren’t getting enough to eat right now; they’re lucky if they can get a bowl of corn porridge a day to survive.” Qin Huairu frowned, “Didn’t they say there was relief food coming?” “They said there was, but it hasn’t come yet!” Luo Song replied.
Qin Huairu sighed, anxiously asking, “Then what should we do?” “My mother-in-law and I don’t mind; a little less food won’t hurt.
But your brother Dongxu has such heavy work every day; if he doesn’t eat enough, he won’t have the strength to work.” “And then there’s the corn cob.
If he doesn’t get enough to eat, he’ll cry and fuss, it’s driving me crazy!” Luo Song frowned.
“Doesn’t Jia Dongxu eat lunch at the factory?
He won’t go hungry, will he?” Qin Huairu shook her head.
“I don’t know what’s going on.
He’s been spending a lot more money lately.” “After the paycheck was paid at the beginning of the month, besides buying some cornmeal, he hasn’t brought back any wages or ration coupons.” Luo Song pondered for a moment.
“Then he must be gambling outside.
I’ve heard the workers in the workshop say this a few times, but I didn’t pay attention then.
Now it seems to be true.” Qin Huairu was startled.
She quickly asked, “Is it true?” “Yes, it’s probably true.” Luo Song nodded.
Qin Huairu’s face was full of grief and indignation.
She gritted her teeth, but after a while, she suddenly became dejected.
She had a low status in her husband’s family.
Even if she knew Jia Dongxu was gambling outside, what could she do?
Wouldn’t she just be able to worry helplessly?
After a while, she came to her senses, looked at Luo Song, and a thought struck her.
She tentatively asked, “Xiao Song, you’re always running around in the countryside, buying supplies.
Do you have any extra grain?
Could you lend me some so I can take it back to my mother-in-law?” Luo Song didn’t want to support Jia Dongxu’s family, so he widened his eyes and said, “Sister, you know how precious grain is these days!
Where would I get any extra grain to lend you?
My own ration isn’t even enough!” Qin Huairu snuggled into his arms and said sweetly, “Xiao Song, please help me think of a way, otherwise I’ll really have trouble explaining myself when I get back.” Luo Song sighed and said, “Sister, I want to help you, but I really don’t have any!” “You know, I’m always borrowing grain from others in the yard!” Qin Huairu then remembered that Luo Song seemed to frequently borrow money for grain, and after each paycheck, he would return the money and grain, never breaking his promise.
“Looks like I’ll have to go back to my parents’ house and get some sweet potatoes and potatoes,” Qin Huairu said dejectedly.
Luo Song chuckled and said, “Sister, where would your parents get sweet potatoes and potatoes now?
The brigade has already taken them and stored them as seed!” Qin Huairu’s heart tightened, and she sat up abruptly, saying seriously, “Really?
Xiao Song, you’re not lying to me!” Luo Song pulled her back down to lie down, pulled the blanket over her, and then replied: “Sister Qin, why would I lie to you?
If you don’t believe me, you’ll find out when you get back to your parents’ house.” “Sigh…” Qin Huairu sighed deeply.
She believed Luo Song’s words and murmured, “It seems you were right.
I really am going to have to go back empty-handed this time!” The twenty-five or twenty-six-year-old Qin Huairu truly captivated Luo Song. Get faster updates on g.com.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Luo Song gave Qin Huairu all the semen he had been saving for so long, leaving her exhausted and on the verge of tears.
Around five o’clock in the afternoon, Qin Huairu refused to continue, insisting on going back to her parents’ home, to Qin Family Village.
Luo Song, having had his fill, didn’t try to stop her.
The two got up and dressed, and Luo Song didn’t forget to massage Qin Huairu’s feet.
This time, Luo Song had spent one yuan in the system to buy a spray for sprains and bruises, and the effect was immediate.
Qin Huairu could barely get out of bed, and walking a few steps only caused a slight pain, which she could manage.
“Don’t go too far.
If you want to go back tomorrow, I’ll take you to the roadside to catch a bus on my bicycle.
Don’t push yourself,” Luo Song reminded her.
Qin Huairu didn’t stand on ceremony and nodded in agreement, “You should see me off.
You got off easy today; if you don’t even help with this small favor, I’ll feel disheartened.” Luo Song chuckled, helping Qin Huairu, whose vagina was swollen from being fucked, out the door and under the eaves.
“Don’t rush off.
I have about ten rice balls and some leftovers in the kitchen.
Why don’t you heat them up and eat them together before you go to Qin Family Village?” Luo Song said.
Qin Huairu glanced at the sky; it got dark early in winter, and it was already dusk.
Seeing her hesitation, Luo Song added, “Don’t expect to eat well at your parents’ house.
You might not even get a meal.
Everyone’s short of food right now.
Eat something before you go; I’m doing this for your own good!” Qin Huairu nodded, “Alright, I’ll eat something before I go.” Luo Song smiled and helped her into the kitchen.
The kitchen was dimly lit.
Luo Song lit the kerosene lamp and then the stove.
“I bought some eggs yesterday, would you like some?” Luo Song asked.
This woman had been bothering him for half the afternoon; he couldn’t treat her too badly.
Qin Huairu swallowed, surprised.
“You purchasing agents really know your stuff.” “Sure, you’re practically a man to me now, I’ll feel perfectly comfortable eating a few eggs from you!” Luo Song smiled, first boiling water so he could heat up the food later.
After preparing everything, he went to the main room, as usual, and brought back four eggs, placing them in a bowl to fry later.
“Really eggs!” Qin Huairu peeked inside, delighted.
Luo Song smiled.
“Of course they’re real, would I lie to you?” Qin Huairu’s eyes lit up, a smile spreading across her face, feeling a deep warmth in her heart.
To be honest, since marrying into the Jia family, she hadn’t had a decent meal.
Whenever there was something good to eat, it was always given to Jia Dongxu and Jia Zhangshi first.
After their son, Banggeng, was born, she got even less of the good food.
As for Xiaodang, being a girl, she wasn’t liked by Jia Zhangshi and Jia Dongxu, so she didn’t get any good food either.
“Eating a few eggs would help replenish my milk supply to feed Huaihua,” Qin Huairu thought to herself.
Thinking this, she gave Luo Song a few resentful glances.
This guy, today he even tried to steal food from Huaihua, he’s shameless!
Luo Song sat by the stove, watching her changing expressions, and asked curiously, “What are you thinking about now?” “Nothing, nothing,” Qin Huairu stammered, her face burning.
Luo Song gave her a deep look and sighed, “I really hate to see you leave.
Why don’t you skip Qin Family Village today and go tomorrow morning?
Just turn around and leave.” “I doubt you’ll get any food there, and since you haven’t been back for years, your parents and uncles might even ridicule you.” “This…” Qin Huairu didn’t immediately refuse. New chapters come out on g.com first.
After learning her family had no food, she really didn’t want to go back.
Then she thought about her limping leg and how difficult it was for her to move around, and she wanted to go even less.
After thinking for a moment, she nodded and said, “Alright, I’ll rest here with you tonight.” Luo Song’s face lit up with joy.
“Great!
Here’s what I’ll do: when you leave tomorrow, I’ll give you ten catties of cornmeal so you can report back.
How about that?” Ten catties of cornmeal wasn’t much, but if you made porridge, it would last for several days.
Seeing his delighted expression, Qin Huairu knew what he was thinking.
A slight smile played on her lips, and she didn’t refuse, silently nodding.
As they spoke, steam quickly rose from the pot.
Luo Song hurriedly placed all the food in the steamer to heat it up.
“Don’t heat too much, we won’t be able to finish it,” Qin Huairu said, feeling a little sorry for the food.
Luo Song chuckled, “I’ll eat four, you can eat six, we can finish it.” Qin Huairu said, “I can’t eat that much, three at most.” “Didn’t you skip lunch?
Eat more,” Luo Song smiled.
Qin Huairu rubbed her stomach; she was indeed very hungry, so she didn’t try to persuade him further.
Luo Song closed the steamer, bent down to get a small stool, and sat down beside Qin Huairu.
“It’s time to eat now, you’re not coming again, are you?
My little pussy is all swollen from all you fucking it,” Qin Huairu said, a little scared.
Luo Song grabbed her hands and played with them, then lay on her legs, inhaling her feminine scent, and shook his head, saying, “No, I just wanted to talk to you.” Qin Huairu nodded silently, smiling as she asked, “Am I your first woman?” Luo Song nodded with a smile, but in his heart, he was thinking about that dim-witted Russian from the Fourth Courtyard.
Seeing him nod, Qin Huairu was happy and felt a great sense of accomplishment.
After a moment of hesitation, she pursed her lips and said, “We agreed, once we get back to the courtyard, you can’t come and bother me again.” “What if I miss you?” Luo Song pressed his advantage.
Qin Huairu blushed and whispered, “I’ll come find you every few days, around midnight, is that alright?” Luo Song smiled, stood up, and embraced her, softly saying, “Sister Qin, you’re so good!” Everything is difficult at the beginning; once you start, you’ll start again.
That’s certainly true.
Qin Huairu gently punched Luo Song, reminding him, “Remember, only I can come find you.
You’re not allowed to come find me, or I won’t talk to you anymore.” “Okay, okay, I’ll do whatever you say!” Luo Song nodded repeatedly.
But in his heart, he thought that if he didn’t come to see her then, she might hold a grudge.
At the same time, Luo Song sighed inwardly, realizing he was going further and further down the path of treachery.
The two embraced, whispering intimate words.
Over the years, Qin Huairu hadn’t had a good time at the Jia family home.
Not only did she lack food and clothing, but Jia Zhangshi and Jia Dongxu also had bad tempers, so she harbored many grievances.
Taking advantage of this moment, Qin Huairu confided her grievances to Luo Song.
The more she talked, the lighter she felt.
Her initial guilt towards Jia Dongxu gradually faded.
Soon, the cornbread in the pot was heated up.
After taking it out of the pot, Luo Song quickly fried some eggs and reheated the leftovers, and he and Qin Huairu enjoyed a delicious meal together.
“I’m so full!
I haven’t eaten this much in ages!” Qin Huairu exclaimed, putting down her chopsticks.
Luo Song smiled and said, “From now on, I’ll save you a bite every day in the yard.
If you want some, come find me in the evening.” “Can’t I do it during the day?
Consider it as you helping my family out,” Qin Huairu said dejectedly.
Luo Song rolled his eyes at her, saying irritably, “Come on, I need help from others in the yard.
Haven’t you seen me constantly borrowing food from people?” Qin Huairu: “…”