Transmigrating into a Book in the 80s: After Giving Up, I Was Pampered by a Rough Man

Jiang Mian stared at the huge sum of money in the iron box, a wicked smile spreading across her face.

Just take it?

The layout is small.

This was the hard-earned money her cheap husband had saved up, the source of his sense of security that this rough man kept at the bottom of his drawer.

If we cut off his supply line directly, what if he loses his composure?

[Ding! Host's noble moral character detected, triggering a surprise mission!]

[Task Name: Husband's Surprise Piggy Bank]

[Task objective: Do not confiscate the secret stash of money, and use system resources to add a surprise to the treasury.]

[Task Reward: Determined based on the male protagonist's level of surprise.]

Wow, is there such a good thing?

Jiang Mian was delighted; this system knew how to encourage the advanced.

Without hesitation, she redeemed two boiled eggs from the system space.

Yes, it's the kind of reward you get from the newbie quests. Now, exchanging for one costs 1 point of "slacking off value," which isn't expensive.

She carefully placed the two still-warm eggs into the tin box, next to the stack of bills.

After thinking about it, I felt it was lacking.

The sense of ritual must be maximized!

She redeemed a small slip of paper and a pencil from the system, then lay on the bed and, imitating a primary school student's handwriting, drew a big, crooked smiley face.

perfect!

Jiang Mian stuffed the note into the gap between the egg and the money, then put the tin box back in its original place with satisfaction, covered it with a brick, and faked the scene.

After doing all this, she hummed a little tune and waited happily for her husband, who worked two jobs, to come home.

As evening approached, the courtyard gate was pushed open.

Lu Ting dragged his exhausted body home.

Even with his iron will, doing twice the amount of farm work was taking its toll.

Every muscle in my body was screaming with soreness, and sweat soaked through my vest, which clung tightly to my body, outlining my strong lines.

As soon as Lu Ting stepped into the courtyard, before he could even take a cold shower, he saw a slender figure emerge from the house.

Jiang Mian carried a bowl of water and walked slowly to him.

The water in the bowl was milky white, looking exactly like pesticides had just been added to it.

But the faint milky scent coming from the water told Lu Ting that it shouldn't be pesticide!

"Honey, you've worked hard."

Jiang Mian's voice was soft and sweet, like a freshly cooked glutinous rice ball.

Lu Ting froze completely.

He looked down at the rough porcelain bowl handed to him, then looked up at his wife.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her face, casting a soft golden glow.

Those bright, watery eyes were filled with concern for her.

Lu Ting took the bowl somewhat awkwardly, his Adam's apple bobbing, and then he tilted his head back and drank the water in the bowl, which he didn't know what had been added to it.

The sweet, warm water slid down my throat, instantly dispelling much of my fatigue, like a warm current flowing into my heart.

"Hmm." Lu Ting responded listlessly, not knowing what to say, and could only hand the empty bowl back.

Jiang Mian took the bowl, turned around seemingly casually, and showed him her back.

"I'm going to the restroom."

Lu Ting watched her walk away, then turned and closed the door behind him.

He crouched down and skillfully reached under the bed, prying open the loose floor tile that only he knew about.

He opened the tin box, preparing to put in the money he had earned from exchanging a pheasant he had hunted on the mountain that day.

But when he saw what was inside the box, he froze.

Not a penny was missing.

But next to the money, two eggs lay quietly.

There was also a small note pressed down next to the egg.

Lu Ting stretched out his hand, which was covered with calluses from years of hard work, and carefully picked up the note.

On the paper was a crookedly drawn smiling face in pencil, the lines as childish as a child's, but the upturned corners of the mouth conveyed a silly kind of happiness.

His heart skipped a beat.

Where do eggs come from?

Lu Ting's mind raced, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

Then, an answer that warmed his heart emerged.

My secret stash of money was discovered, but the money was still there...

Therefore, there is only one possibility.

She specially saved this egg for herself!

She couldn't bear to eat it, so she secretly hid it and put it into her own little savings account!

This realization struck Lu Ting like an electric current.

So it turns out... she wasn't just a glutton.

So it turns out... she still has feelings for herself.

This rough-looking man, a man who dared to fight wild boars in the mountains, was now clutching the thin piece of paper, his eyes uncontrollably stinging with tears.

Lu Ting carefully folded the note with the smiley face drawn on it and put it close to his chest pocket.

[Mission accomplished. The male lead's level of surprise is being assessed...]

[Congratulations, host, you have received a reward: 10 feet of Dacron fabric]

Jiang Mian, who was squatting on the toilet, suddenly brightened up.

……

The atmosphere at the dinner table remained tense.

As usual, Wang Guihua served a pot of watery sweet potato porridge and a dish of dark, salty vegetables.

Jiang Mian looked at the bowl of rice in front of her that could raise fish, and her delicate little face immediately scrunched up. She pushed the bowl aside in disgust.

"This again? I'm not eating it."

"You lazy bum..." Wang Guihua was about to start cursing when Lu Ting suddenly made a move.

He took two things out of his pocket and gently placed them on the table.

Two boiled eggs!

Under the dim light of the kerosene lamp, the two round eggs seemed to radiate a divine glow.

Wang Guihua and Lin Xiue's eyes were practically glued to their sockets.

Lu Ting ignored them and picked up an egg, cracking it on the corner of the table.

Then, in a few quick movements, it was peeled clean and then stuffed into Jiang Mian's bowl without saying a word.

After doing all that, he picked up another one, peeled it open, and stuffed it into his mouth in two bites.

"Where did these eggs come from!" Wang Guihua's voice changed, her eyes fixed on the eggs in Jiang Mian's bowl.

"Give this egg to Da Bao! He's growing!"

He reached out to grab it.

Lu Ting raised his eyelids, his gaze as cold as ice.

"My wife gave it to me."

With just five simple words, Wang Guihua's outstretched hand was forcefully blocked.

Wang Guihua was trembling with anger, but she dared not meet her second son's murderous gaze, and could only glare hatefully at Jiang Mian.

Jiang Mian didn't care about her.

Under Lu Ting's oppressive gaze, he slowly and deliberately finished the egg, which was filled with love.

After dinner, while Wang Guihua and Lin Xiue were still indignant about the eggs, Jiang Mian slowly took out a roll of something from her room.

She spread the item out on the table; it was a brand new piece of fabric.

Sky blue, with a soft glow under the dim oil lamp.

"Dacron!" Lin Xiu'e exclaimed.

This is the most fashionable fabric in the county's supply and marketing cooperative. You have to pay industrial coupons to get even a foot of it. It's ridiculously expensive!

Ignoring her shock, Jiang Mian took the fabric and walked directly to Lu Ting, holding it up against his body.

"This is a treasure I brought from my parents' home, a real heirloom." Her voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for the whole family to hear.

"This material is fashionable; I'm thinking of making a vest for Lu Ting."

"What?!" Wang Guihua was the first to explode, "Such good material for a vest???"

"What's with a rough guy like him wearing polyester! Give it to me! I'll take it and make some new clothes for Da Bao to wear to school!"

As Wang Guihua spoke, she reached out to grab it.

Jiang Mian nimbly dodged to the side.

She didn't look at Wang Guihua; her big, bright eyes were fixed on Lu Ting, her gaze filled with a hint of grievance and dependence.

"Honey, this is something I specially saved for you. I don't want to give it to anyone else."