Strict Wife Of The '70s Manages The Household

Chapter 172

He was not a serious prisoner and it’s just a temporary detention, so no one needed to keep watch at all. He couldn’t escape anyways.

Han Qinghua hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Zhao Jianguo, “There is money, but it depends on whether you dare to take it or not.”

“Brother, do you look down on me?” Zhao Jianguo couldn’t stand contempt.

Han Qinghua gritted his teeth, “Come here, I will tell you quietly.”

Although Zhao Jianguo thought it was funny, he still cooperated. He was used to listening to Han Qinghua’s bragging.

After everything was said to him, Zhao Jianguo’s eyes widened, “Brother, you’re really something else to make this all possible.”

Han Qinghua snorted coldly and said bitterly, “It was originally my money, so there’s nothing wrong with me doing it. Instead of letting her take it, it’s better to give it to eldest brother.”

Zhao Jianguo thought for a while, “You have to plan well and you can’t let other people get in the way.”

If he couldn’t steal it outright, he would just have to steal it secretly. He must find an inner responder and must plan carefully for every step of the act.

1,500 Yuan was not a small amount. Needless to say, Zhao Jianguo was very, very excited!

In the blink of an eye, the sorghum, mung beans and soybeans were collected. The Secretary Head and the Brigade Leader led the vice-captains to mobilise each and every member of the Commune to actively participate in labour. No one was allowed to take leave or be absent from work.

The children also went to collect the grain from the fields, so none of them were idle.

Sanwang had a scar on his forehead, which was obvious, but he didn’t care about it at all.

Lin Lan also didn’t have time to go to the market. In addition to going to work, she had to figure out ways to sew new quilts utilising the minimal amount of skill that she had. It was cold at night so the family needed something draped over their bodies to provide some form of warmth. Otherwise, they were bound to catch a cold.

It’s just that there hasn’t been much progress to date.

She didn’t know if it was because she was tired. She always felt that there were some movements at night, but when she went to check on things, there was nothing there. Therefore, she merely assumed that she was just too tired.

Her body truly wasn’t suited for any form of physical work, but she gritted her teeth and persisted through her workload.

She also planned to send the children to school during the next semester after they collected their share of the autumn rations. It didn’t matter if Dawang was still unobedient— when Han Qingsong returned to deal with her eldest child, she would be able to take care of the others.

After work this afternoon, the commune members didn’t go home as the children or women delivered the meals. Now that Erwang was very skilled in cooking, with Maisui helping him out, Lin Lan didn’t have anything in particular to worry about. While Dawang worked in the field, he had already received work points that were allocated for adult women. He would earn about 8 points a day while working for the autumn harvest, but men in general were only able to obtain a maximum of 10 work points at one go anyway.

During noon, Sanwang packed a pancake for his mother. Even so, she wasn’t able to actually eat it because she felt nauseous.

By the afternoon, she started to feel dizzy and was no longer capable of holding herself upright. It was as if the sickle in her hand was gaining weight by the second as she wasn’t able to properly work.

Dong Huaihua saw it from where she was, “Qingsong’s wife, are you feeling uncomfortable?”