Reborn in '77, I have a job panel!

Qian Cheng laughed: "Robbery? Paying back debts is a matter of course. Paying compensation for injuries after assaulting someone is also a matter of course."

"You're not satisfied? Go ahead and complain to the commune, report it to the local police station, and see if it's right for you to beat someone up because you owe money, or if it's right for me to help my teacher's wife collect the debt."

He paused, glancing at the neighbors watching: "Besides, with so many villagers watching, everyone knows who started it."

Someone in the crowd whispered in agreement: "That's right, Sun Xinghua arrested people first..."

"Wang Shoujun's family made a lot of money from selling pigs this year, so why pretend to be poor..."

Wang Shoujun and Sun Xinghua's faces flushed red and then turned pale, their mouths agape, unable to utter a word.

Qian Cheng threw the remaining forty-two yuan back into Wang Shoujun's arms: "Keep the rest safe. If you ever dare to owe money again, I'll beat you up."

He pointed to himself: "I'll beat you up every time I see you."

After saying that, he helped Deng Jingshu up: "Master's wife, let's go home."

Zhang Changtian glared at Wang Shoujun and then left.

As Qian Cheng walked out of the courtyard, he heard Sun Xinghua's suppressed sobs and Wang Shoujun's low curses behind him.

Halfway there, Zhang Mingxi, who hadn't said a word until now, suddenly whispered, "Qian Cheng...you were really amazing just now."

Qian Cheng turned to look at her.

The little girl's eyes were bright and sparkling, her cheeks were rosy, and there was an indescribable radiance in her eyes when she looked at him.

That's worship.

Qian Cheng's heart skipped a beat, but he just smiled and said, "What's so great about it? I almost lost."

"You kicked him down with one kick!" Zhang Mingxi gestured, "and then a few more kicks, he didn't even have time to fight back!"

Deng Jingshu had calmed down by now and sighed, "Chengzi, thank you so much for today, but don't be so impulsive in the future, what if something really happened..."

"Master's wife, the more you give in to this kind of person, the more they'll bully you. Besides, we're in the right, so what are we afraid of?"

Zhang Changtian nodded: "Chengzi is right. People like Wang Shoujun deserve to be taught a lesson."

When she got home, Deng Jingshu's face was still bleeding from the wounds.

Qian Cheng examined it carefully and said, "Master's wife, you need to go to the clinic to apply some medicine, otherwise it will leave a scar."

Zhang Changtian also came over to look, frowning as he said, "We have to go. Let's go to town now."

Deng Jingshu was about to say it was nothing, but Zhang Changtian glared at her and said, "Listen to the child! What if she gets a scar?"

The elderly couple packed up and headed out to town.

Only Qian Cheng and Zhang Mingxi remained in the room.

The fire in the stove was burning brightly, crackling and popping.

Zhang Mingxi poured Qian Cheng a bowl of hot water, sat opposite him, and stared at him without blinking.

"What are you looking at?" Qian Cheng felt a little uncomfortable being stared at.

"Looking at you," Zhang Mingxi blushed slightly, but didn't look away, "I just feel that you're different from before."

"How are they different?"

"You used to be quite capable... but not as..." She thought for a moment, "and as responsible as you are today."

Qian Cheng laughed: "You almost froze to death, you should learn your lesson."

Zhang Mingxi smiled, got up and rummaged through the cabinet, found a small tin box, opened it, and inside were a few pastries.

"My uncle brought these with him last time he came. You should try them."

Qian Cheng took a piece; it was a jujube paste pastry, so sweet it was cloying.

But he ate it anyway, while watching Zhang Mingxi.

The little girl was wearing a red cotton-padded jacket today, which made her skin look even whiter. Her hair was tied into two braids and hung down in front of her chest. She sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), swinging her legs gently. She would glance at him from time to time and then quickly look away.

The room was quiet, with only the sound of the fireplace and the two people's soft breathing.

Qian Cheng suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a bit ambiguous.

Zhang Mingxi seemed to sense it too.

She stood up and said, "Let me get you some more water."

"No need," Qian Cheng said, pulling her wrist.

Zhang Mingxi stiffened and couldn't break free.

Qian Cheng looked at her, and she looked at Qian Cheng.

Their faces drew closer and closer.

Then, I don't know who made the first move, but their lips touched.

It was very light and fast, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

After they separated, they were both stunned.

Zhang Mingxi's face turned as red as if it were about to bleed, and Qian Cheng's ears also felt hot.

But the next second, he kissed her again.

This time it's deeper and longer.

Zhang Mingxi initially pushed him gently, but soon softened in his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck.

The firelight cast their shadows onto the wall, where they overlapped.

As they kissed, they fell onto the kang (a heated brick bed).

The cotton-padded jacket was taken off, the sweater was taken off, and the clothes were left on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

Zhang Mingxi closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling violently. Qian Cheng kissed her neck and her collarbone, his hand slipping inside her thermal underwear and touching her smooth back.

"Qian Cheng," Zhang Mingxi called him softly, his voice trembling.

"Um?"

"You...you'll marry me, right?"

"Yes." Qian Cheng kissed her earlobe. "I'll marry you once we get into university and have stable jobs."

Zhang Mingxi opened her eyes, looked at him, and suddenly smiled—a particularly beautiful smile.

Then she took the initiative to kiss him.

......

An hour later.

Qian Cheng climbed off the kang (a heated brick bed), put on his clothes, while Zhang Mingxi was still wrapped in the quilt, only her head sticking out, her eyes watery as she looked at him.

"Get up and get dressed quickly," Qian Cheng said in a low voice, "your parents will be back soon."

Zhang Mingxi gave an "oh" and slowly sat up. The blanket slipped off, revealing her smooth shoulders. Qian Cheng quickly looked away, silently reciting "Don't look at what you shouldn't see."

The two hurriedly got dressed, then tidied up the kang (a heated brick bed). Qian Cheng opened the window to let the smell dissipate before closing it again.

I had just finished tidying up when the gate to the courtyard rang.

Zhang Changtian and Deng Jingshu are back.

Deng Jingshu had ointment applied to her face and a gauze pad on it.

Zhang Changtian was carrying a small paper packet containing anti-inflammatory medicine prescribed by the clinic.

Deng Jingshu said, "It's nothing serious. The doctor said to apply the medicine on time, avoid getting it wet, and it will be fine in a few days."

Qian Cheng breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

Zhang Changtian glanced at Qian Cheng, then at his own daughter, Zhang Mingxi, whose face was still flushed as she fiddled with the hem of her clothes.

The old man knew perfectly well what was going on, but he didn't say anything. He simply said, "Chengzi, you've had a hard day. Why don't you have dinner at home tonight?"

Qian Cheng, already feeling guilty, quickly declined, "No, Master, my brother and mother are waiting for me to go back. I'll come back to learn the craft tomorrow."

"Okay." Zhang Changtian nodded. "Be careful on the road."

Qian Cheng put on his cotton-padded coat and glanced at Zhang Mingxi again. The little girl secretly winked at him.

He smiled, pushed open the door, and left.

The snow on the road hadn't melted yet, and the setting sun dyed the snow-covered ground orange-red. Qian Cheng walked along, his breath scattering in the cold air.

He recalled what had just happened, and his feelings were complicated.

Zhang Mingxi is a good girl, and he genuinely likes her.

Since he promised to marry her, he has to keep his word.

The prerequisite is that he must first get into university and establish himself in this era.

Career panel.

Qian Cheng had a sudden thought, and a screen of light appeared before his eyes.

Name: Qian Cheng

【Chef (Newbie) lv.1: 4/10】

Carpentry (Weak Foundation) lv.0: 8/10

[Student (Weak Foundation) lv.0: 6/10]

The carpentry skills are just two points away from being upgraded, and so are the students'.

We need to hurry.

Qian Cheng quickened his pace and headed home.