How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s-Chapter 360 - 362: Dream_1

Li Qiao found it curious that a letter had actually arrived at her house. She opened it and read that Han Ting mentioned that on the sixteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, a few of them wanted to come over to see her, and he wondered if it would be convenient.

Of course, it was convenient for her.

Just as she was putting away the letter, she felt a burning gaze at her side. She turned her head to meet Qin Jin’s eyes squarely, and her face reddened involuntarily, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I’m looking at what’s written in the letter."

Li Qiao scoffed coldly, "What could it be? Of course, it’s all about love and affection behind your back."

Qin Jin: "....." Was he supposed to jump up in anger or not? He refused to get angry!

Because there were many letters at the end of the year, Li Qiao chose not to correspond but to have Qin Jin send a telegram instead.

She then told him Han Ting’s address and the content of her reply.

Qin Jin grumbled as he walked out the door, "You’ve changed! In the cold of winter, you never used to let me go outside and catch a chill, but now..."

Li Qiao: "What are you mumbling about?"

Qin Jin: "...I wasn’t mumbling. I was thinking about what kind of snacks to buy for you on my way back." He left.

...

Li Qiao went into the room to read a book by the bed.

After flipping through a couple of pages, she felt drowsy and closed her eyes to sleep.

She dreamt of a place with clear mountains and beautiful waters, a picturesque peach blossom forest.

She wandered here and there.

Suddenly, she heard a scolding voice.

She approached and hid behind a tree to peek.

In an open field, a group of baby dolls sat in a row, with a basket of tangled red threads placed in front of them as they each diligently worked on untangling them.

Two oddly dressed men supervised: "Whoever doesn’t finish untangling within the allotted time will have no mother."

Upon hearing this, the kids worked furiously to straighten out the threads.

One handsome little boy was especially fast.

He was the first to finish and was about to pick up the basket and leave, when two little girls beside him started crying:

"I just can’t get it straightened out, I don’t want to be without a mother."

The little boy hesitated for a second and then sat back down, helping the girl on his left and then the one on his right. This delay meant that all the children managed to get their red threads in order and were allowed to leave.

Only he was left, looking at the empty courtyard, biting his lip to hold back his tears.

Li Qiao couldn’t help but emerge from behind the tree, "Can I be your mother? I should have a stable job in the future, and your dad makes good money in his business, so you won’t lack for anything."

The little boy’s eyes lit up.

This mother was beautiful.

He wanted to run towards her, but the supervisor stopped him, "This mother is both beautiful and talented, 1000 baskets of red threads are not enough to exchange for her, you have to untangle another 100 baskets within one hour."

Li Qiao was startled by the sudden voice, which had seemed so distant a moment ago, how did it suddenly appear? By the time she regained her composure, the little boy was already back in his original spot, silently working away.

How could the doll get past them?

She looked at the supervisors and tentatively walked toward the child.

The supervisors didn’t stop her, so she stayed next to the child, growing fonder of him the more she looked; not to mention, he bore a striking resemblance to Qin Jin’s childhood photos. His photos were black and white, while the child before her was in color, adorably chubby and rosy-cheeked.

She was ready to help.

"I need to complete this task myself for it to count," the little boy said in a babyish, cute voice.

Li Qiao withdrew her hand, "Do you do this every day? What is this for?"

"The matchmaker’s red threads, I don’t know what for, 100 baskets every day. Just now was the last basket, and in order to be your child, I must finish the final 100 baskets as required."

Li Qiao was extremely intrigued to discover that the matchmaker’s red thread was organized by children. Not wanting to disturb him, she stopped talking and quietly stayed by his side. His little hands were very agile, filling one basket after another, and he quickly finished organizing. Just as she was about to congratulate him, he disappeared in an instant.

The supervisor was gone as well.

She suddenly woke up.

Qin Jin’s voice echoed in her ears: "Qiaoqiao, I’m back. Look what I bought." He waved the decorative headdress in his hand.

Li Qiao: "Can I wear this headdress?" It’s so tacky.

Not only tacky but also childish.

Was he trying to play a prank on her?

"It’s not for you to wear, it’s for our future daughter," Qin Jin said excitedly.

After saying this, he took out some warm pastries from his pocket.

Li Qiao saw they were snowflake crisp sweets, and while eating them, she said, "Maybe it’ll be a son." The dream she just had felt so real, and she was inexplicably moved. If it really was a son, then the little guy must have organized 1,100 baskets of red thread to have the chance to be her child.

The child was also kind-hearted, almost missing his own time in order to help others.

From now on, she should teach her child to be a little more selfish.

Helping others is fine, but not at the expense of oneself.

Qin Jin said, "If it’s a son, so be it. A son is more worry-free. Take me, for instance, I barely caused my grandma any concerns since I was little."

Li Qiao thought to herself, you lead a group of losers around all day long, getting caught and sent for re-education every now and then, and you don’t think you caused your grandma worries?

.......

The next day, Li Qiao returned to school.

After class, she went to the library to read, and Ma Hongxiang found her and whispered, "Li Qiao, does your partner sell cotton-padded clothes?"

Li Qiao: "Yes, but those cotton-padded clothes are made thin, intended for the south, not suitable for wearing here."

"Our winters are almost as cold as here, and I was thinking about buying new cotton-padded clothes for my parents, but if they’re thin, never mind."

Li Qiao: "Can you use a sewing machine?"

"Yes, I used to make my own clothes with someone else’s sewing machine."

Li Qiao continued, "We have plenty of materials at home, and the fabrics are all cut and ready. Since you can use a sewing machine, follow me later, pick your own fabric, and just ask the workers there how to stuff and sew it up."

"Really? How much will it cost?"

"If you’re not in a rush to go home for the holidays, you could work there. Five days of work for two sets of clothes," Li Qiao said.

Ma Hongxiang: "Cotton-padded clothes cost over ten yuan each, and you give two for five days of work? Aren’t you going to lose a fortune?"

"That’s the retail price, the cost is much cheaper. I won’t lose anything."

Hearing this, Ma Hongxiang planned to go take a look and then paused and asked, "Does your family need any temporary workers for an extended period?"

Li Qiao understood that Ma Hongxiang was looking for a winter holiday job. After thinking it over, she said, "That’s possible. I’ll talk to my partner about it. You would get paid the same as the apprentice workers there. Ninety a month, but it’s quite tiring. You start at seven in the morning and finish at six in the evening, with an hour and a half for lunch. If you’re living at school, you can’t join them for breakfast, but there’s someone to deliver lunch. Also, let me know how much you spend on food when school starts, and I’ll reimburse you. Your wages will be paid to you at that time too."

Ma Hongxiang exclaimed, "Ninety a month, that’s a lot."

No wonder they say a scholar is good for nothing but his books.

When she heard the staff at the school mention, they only made forty or fifty yuan a month.

After daily expenses, there wasn’t much left at the end of the month.

It was actually less stressful during their studies.

Li Qiao: "Don’t look at how much they’re making now, in the future, the ones pulling in good money will still be us, the scholars." She remembered from history that after the wave of layoffs, workers’ status diminished.

Ma Hongxiang: "You’re good at comforting people, but if you say this out loud, workers certainly won’t believe it." She didn’t believe it either. "Do you have class this afternoon? Shall we go now?"

"No class, let’s go!"

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