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

They stayed up until the rooster crowed at dawn on New Year's Eve, so Gao Qinghe and Jiang Baohai slept the entire first day of the Lunar New Year.

The traditional activity of visiting relatives doesn't begin until the second day of the Lunar New Year.

Jiang's mother wanted to go back to her parents' home, as she does every year, and this year was no exception.

However, Jiang Baohai got married this year, so he has to go back with his wife.

Fortunately, the Qi family lived not far away, in the next village.

However, the village is not yet connected by road, so cars can only drive halfway through, and the remaining twenty minutes require walking.

Jiang's mother wanted to take Jiang Yu there by bicycle, but the snow had just started to melt, the road was muddy and difficult to ride.

So Jiang Baohai first took his mother and younger sister to a section of road that the car could no longer pass in the morning, and then went back to pick up Gao Qinghe.

The two locked the doors and windows of their house, prepared enough food for Xiao Hei for two days, and then set off for Shanghe Village.

She had just returned home the day she moved, and a few days later, when she arrived at her doorstep, Gao Qinghe discovered a red motorcycle parked in front of the courtyard.

Gao Qingmiao, wearing a black fur-lined leather jacket, stood at the door with her hands in her pockets, deliberately coughing twice to remind the two to pay attention.

When Gao Qinghe and her husband looked over, the young man, who had styled his hair like an adult, couldn't hide his smugness and asked:
"The weather's nice today, I'll take you for a drive around in a bit!"

Gao Qinghe twitched her lips speechlessly, "You guys go by yourselves, I don't want to sit on a motorcycle in the cold wind."

Jiang Baohai smiled. He had to give his brother-in-law face and let him take him out for a stroll.

Gao Qingmiao's face, which had fallen because of her sister's disdain, instantly brightened with sunshine.

The two brothers-in-law rode their motorcycles out in high spirits.

Gao Qinghe stayed with her parents and younger sister in the house, warming herself by the fire while being fed by her grandmother, enjoying even the leftovers.

The girls in the village who had married out of the village all came back with their husbands and children, and relatives would come to visit from time to time.

Huang Ying's family home is her own home; what everyone cares about is Gao Chongyi and his family.

After everyone who had come to visit had left, Grandma Tian suddenly asked, "Chongyi, haven't you received any letters from your parents?"

When Gao Chongyi was named, he replied calmly, "I did receive a letter before the New Year saying that they had moved to the provincial capital and asked me to bring the children to celebrate the New Year, but I was too lazy to reply."

In a way, Gao Chongyi was quite lucky. Before he went to the countryside, his family used their connections to arrange his return, so he didn't have to leave the province. It was also much easier for him to go home than for other educated youth who went to other provinces.

Of course, given the poverty in Qing County at the time, it would have been better to go directly to the north where there was plenty of land and grain, at least then one could have enough to eat.

Qingxian County was not lifted out of poverty until 2010.

Life was tough when he was sent to the countryside. Others envied Gao Chongyi for living close to home and being able to receive care from his family.

Even Gao Chongyi himself didn't expect that no sooner had he gone to the countryside than his whole family went abroad without saying a word.

During the most difficult year, he applied for a letter of introduction from the village to go home and borrow some grain coupons, only to find that there was no one in his family and the house was full of strangers.

Gao Chongyi will never forget that despair.

He admitted that he felt estranged from his family, so he wouldn't take the initiative to visit them.

"Mom, I'm a son-in-law who married into the family. I'm a member of the Huang family. I won't acknowledge the Gao family as my own," Gao Chongyi said with a grin.

Grandma Tian smiled helplessly and glanced at her daughter again.

Huang Ying gently shook her head, signaling her mother not to mention it.

Just then, a man and a woman walked into the courtyard, carrying vegetables and meat, and said with a smile:

"Teacher Gao, we're here to freeload again!"

Gao Qinghe looked over, her eyes filled with surprise.

It turned out to be Hao Huaping and Weng Zhihua. "Didn't either of them go home?" Gao Qinghe asked her sister in a low voice.

Gao Qingya said, "Because of the snow, we couldn't buy tickets to go back home. My parents invited the Party Secretary to spend the New Year with us, and he has already been eating at our house for two days."

As for Hao Huaping, she already lived in the old house next door, and Huang Ying was so hospitable that she couldn't possibly neglect her.

Zhong also invited Hao Huaping to spend the New Year at the Zhou family's house.

As a result, Huang Ying waited patiently and managed to bring the person to her home.

Gao Qingya whispered in her sister's ear, "Mom said that Teacher Hao is showing signs of something wrong, and she wants to nip this bad trend in the bud."

In any case, during her time teaching in the rural area, Huang Ying would not allow Hao Huaping to have too much contact with the Zhou family.

As the two sisters were talking, Hao Huaping and Weng Yehua entered the house, chatting and laughing.

Gao Chongyi said helplessly, "Why bring anything else? Just bring the person."

The two insisted on handing the vegetables and meat they had brought to Huang Ying, saying they felt bad about eating for free and that she should accept them, otherwise they would feel embarrassed to come again.

Gao Qinghe thought to herself, "It hasn't been that long, and Hao Huaping and Weng Yehua have already become good friends?"
However, in a secluded mountain village like Shanghe Village, it would be strange if a kind and gentle volunteer teacher and a talented and good-looking young village official, both of whom came from big cities, didn't get along and become friends.

The fact that Weng Yehua specially brought a chair for Hao Huaping and baked glutinous rice cakes for her was indeed somewhat ambiguous.

Huang Ying saw this and breathed a sigh of relief.

The new Party Secretary is great; he's much better than Zhou Zhenghua, who was already married.

Weng Yehua was very outgoing, Hao Huaping was gentle and polite, and Gao Qinghe enjoyed the dinner quite well.

They're all about the same age, so they should get along really well.

But Gao Qinghe and Jiang Baohai were already in their sixties and had no interest in joining the young people's boring conversations.

Gao Qingmiao and Gao Qingya liked Weng Yehua very much, and the two siblings kept asking Weng Yehua to talk more about things in the city.

Weng Yehua told them that young people these days love playing computer games, and that the world of computers is interesting and wonderful. The brother and sister listened with great interest.
Hao Huaping was surprised that Weng Yehua had even worked with computers, and asked curiously, "Do you have a computer at home?"

“Yes,” Weng Yehua said. “My mother also has a laptop; she uses it specifically for work.”

Gao Qingya asked curiously, "A notebook?"

She thought it was a notebook printed from paper.

After Weng Yehua explained it to her, Gao Qingya realized that it was a portable computer.

The little girl never imagined that the outside world had developed to this extent.

Seeing their surprised expressions, Weng Yehua added, "Currently, China is still far behind other countries in this regard. They are already researching artificial intelligence."

“Ordinary families abroad all own cars, and telephones and computers are very common. The things that surprise you are actually quite ordinary.”

"However, we don't need to feel inferior. We're just a little slower than others. I believe our country will catch up soon because I have faith in our people!"

Hao Huaping stared blankly at Weng Yehua, who was surrounded in the middle and full of confidence, lost in thought.

Once, someone else described to her their confidence in the future of their motherland in this way.

Weng Yehua glanced back casually and found Hao Huaping staring intently at him, causing his heart to skip a beat.

He casually looked away, then became even more eager to present himself, feeling a little smug and sweet inside.

Sitting behind the young man and witnessing everything, Gao Qinghe and Jiang Baohai exchanged a helpless glance.

What a beautiful misunderstanding! (End of Chapter)