The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

We bought so much stuff that the trunk and back seats of our car were completely full.

The mattress and washing machine were two large items, so we had to ask the department store staff to help us find a vehicle to take them back.

After saying goodbye to their younger siblings, Gao Qinghe and her husband loaded their car with their belongings and headed home.

When passing through the pedestrian street alley, Gao Qinghe specially got out of the car and bought a lot of big bone sticks to see Xiao Hei and the others.

The dogs rushed out as soon as they smelled the scent and enthusiastically surrounded Gao Qinghe's feet.

Only the aloof little black dog stood in front of her, its tail held high, staring intently at her with its fierce eyes.

Gao Qinghe reached out her hand, but the other person didn't even offer to touch her.

Fine, if the mountain won't come to me, I'll come to the mountain.

Gao Qinghe vigorously rubbed the dog's head and fed it a large bone with the most meat.

"I've moved. I'm in Zhao Village, which is next to the town west of the county seat. If you miss me, come find me there. Of course, I'll definitely come to see you when I come to the county seat."

Regardless of whether the dog could understand, Gao Qinghe gave it a detailed explanation.

As if he truly understood, Xiao Hei spat out the bone he was gnawing on and stared at her with pleading eyes.

Gao Qinghe laughed and said, "I know you're a sharp dog, you can smell me, right? You'll definitely find me. I'll be waiting for you, and then I'll give you a big piece of meat!"

Little Black barked twice, probably because it was praised, and its tail swished very gently.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the tail swept across Gao Qinghe's calf.

The dog's head also moved closer, circling her several times, as if trying to get her to stay and not leave.

Gao Qinghe picked up the bone again and gave it to the animal. "Eat up. If you get hungry in the future, just go to the entrance of Gao Qingmiao's shop and ask him to give you some extra food."

As I talked, I found myself becoming reluctant to part with it.

Gao Qinghe squatted down and coaxed the dog like a child, "Xiao Hei, do you want to come home with me? I'll have Jiang Baohai build you a big doghouse, and my mother-in-law will stew bones for you every day, how about that?"

Little Black whimpered twice, glanced at her reluctantly, and retreated into the alley with the big bone in its mouth.

Forget about it, you stinky dog!

With a helpless sigh, Gao Qinghe got up and left the alley.

Jiang's mother was not good at making friends; usually, others would come to her house to visit her, and she rarely went out to socialize on her own initiative.

These past two days, the most talked-about person in Zhao Village has been Gao Qinghe, the beautiful new bride.

Sure enough, when the couple drove home, they found five or six women of similar age to Jiang's mother sitting in the yard.

The afternoon sun was quite strong, and a patch of shade fell right by the kitchen doorway, where the group sat down.

Jiang's mother brought out all the melon seeds, peanuts, fruits, and candies in the house to entertain everyone.

The older women were being polite as they stuffed handfuls of candy and peanuts into their pockets.

After filling his pockets, he grabbed a handful of stuff and, while tapping them together, asked Jiang's mother, "Where's the new bride? I haven't seen her for the past two days. Is she too embarrassed to go out?"

Jiang's mother enjoyed the lively atmosphere with many people. After one plate of peanut candy was completely devoured, she went to get another plate before finally sitting down.

He was just about to pour out his grievances to the villagers, saying that the new bride hadn't washed a single bowl or wiped the stove even once since she entered the family.

Two beeping sounds came from the car horn, startling Jiang's mother so much that she almost bit her tongue, the words she was about to say stuck in her throat.

"Oh, it's Xiao Hai back!" Aunt Zhang at the village entrance pointed to the big iron gate and reminded him.

Jiang's mother quickly stood up and walked over to help open the door so the car could drive in.

On the way there, they encountered several large trucks carrying sand. Gao Qinghe didn't have time to close the window and got covered in dust. She brushed it off as she got out of the car.

He looked up and met five or six pairs of inquiring, curious, teasing, and scrutinizing eyes. A big smile immediately spread across his face, and he nodded to them.

Jiang Baohai parked the car, opened the doors and trunk to unload the items, and Gao Qinghe helped carry some lighter ones, creating a small pile in the hall.

The older women gathered around curiously, "Tsk tsk tsk, what did they buy? Why are they so old!" Everyone has curiosity, but one must also be mindful of boundaries.

Gao Qinghe grabbed a hand that was about to touch her and pulled the person away with a smile, "Auntie, please move aside, don't block the way."

As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face.

Given Gao Qinghe's stunningly beautiful face, resembling that of a magazine star, the elderly woman who was pulled away wasn't angry at all; instead, she smiled at her shyly.

Jiang's mother didn't care about such things. In her view, these were all things her son had spent money to buy, so of course she could touch and look at them.

Gao Qinghe didn't stand on ceremony and softly instructed, "Mom, put all the soap, laundry detergent, washbasins, and stuff in the bathroom. I also bought a shelf so we can keep them separate from now on, so we don't take the wrong one when we need them."

Before Jiang's mother could speak, he added, "I saw on TV that the old expert said that foot basins and washbasins should not be shared to avoid infecting each other with athlete's foot."

The older women jokingly teased Jiang's mother, "Young people really know a lot."

Someone whispered in her ear, "Your wife is as beautiful as a movie star, and she always has a smile on her face. Xiao Hai is so lucky."

Gao Qinghe glanced at the old woman again, having just heard Jiang Baohai call out "Aunt Zhang" when she got off the bus.

Yes, she's a lovely, talkative older woman.

Hearing everyone's praise of her daughter-in-law, Jiang's mother swallowed back the complaints she hadn't had a chance to voice, and forced herself to do hard labor with a smile that looked more like a grimace.

With everything in its proper place, Gao Qinghe began to organize the wardrobe.

The older women were still peering out from the doorway.

If I weren't already quite familiar with Gao Qinghe, I would have liked to come in and have a look around.

Gao Qinghe was experienced in dealing with these older women. While asking them if they had eaten and drunk anything and asking random questions, she pushed them all the way to the gate.

When the gate was closed, the women were still standing at the entrance of the Jiang family's old house, chatting and laughing, completely unaware that the location had been moved.

When they came to their senses, they were filled with astonishment, not knowing what had happened.

However, with his pockets full of peanuts, melon seeds, and fruit candies, and still holding some in his hand, he went home satisfied.

Oh right, I have something to do after dinner tonight!

Jiang Baohai's new wife is quite interesting; we should spread the word throughout the village.

So, before it was even dinnertime, the news that Jiang's young wife had brought home a whole cartload of things spread throughout the village.

As for what they bought, everyone was also very interested.

The women told everyone what they had seen, and also reminded everyone that foot basins and washbasins should not be shared.

Unbeknownst to Gao Qinghe herself, the villagers of Zhao Village were having a heated discussion about whose elderly relatives had severe athlete's foot.

They even gave me a number.

Jiang Sanbo was on the list.

He was peacefully eating dinner at home when someone passed by, stood on tiptoe, and yelled into his yard:

"Jiang Laosan, don't you wash your feet?"

Uncle Jiang was initially confused, and laughed and cursed, "What's it to you whether I wash or not!"

Unexpectedly, the people outside the door seemed to have obtained some evidence, and they ran to the village entrance and told everyone that Jiang Laosan admitted that he never washed his feet.

Good heavens, the news spread like wildfire, until it reached Uncle Jiang's ears again.

He has become someone who has never washed his feet since childhood, and his feet smell so bad they could kill rats.

Jiang Sanbo was shocked, furious, and enraged!

He slammed down the bowl and chopsticks, stormed out the door, and started yelling:
"Who the hell said I don't wash my feet! You son of a bitch, step forward if you dare! Don't let me find you, you motherless bastard, the one who gave birth to a son without an anus!" (End of Chapter)