Quick Transmigration: Don't Let an Honest Man Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character

The Lunar New Year is just around the corner, and the village is starting to get lively. Children gather together excitedly, talking about what they will buy for the New Year, while their parents, wrapped in thick coats, watch them with smiles.

The village committee members beat drums and gongs on the village road. Their hands were red from the cold, but they couldn't hide the joy on their faces.

"Go to the commune to collect your work points! Don't stay cooped up at home, hurry up and collect your work points!"

The children passing by followed the village committee members, chanting along with them, "Let's go collect our work points!"

"I'll ask my mom to buy me candy then."

"I want my mom to buy it for me too!"

"What's sugar? My mom said she'd buy me new cloth to make new clothes."

Ji Zhuxin tidied up and went to collect her work points. To be honest, her family had few able-bodied workers, and the work points she earned this year weren't even enough to cover what she usually received from the village chief's wife.

But it's still money, after all.

Qin Du was even worse off; his class background was so bad that he wouldn't get much money even if he went to collect it, and he would be ridiculed. He hadn't been there for several years.

People lined up at the commune gate, having worked hard all year for this day, and everyone was dressed very neatly.

"How much did you take?"

"About the same as you, a few dozen yuan."

Some villagers had few able-bodied men but many family members, and they even owed money to the production team. They frowned and sighed incessantly.

The next morning, the production team slaughtered a pig. Men, women, and children from the village all gathered around the muddy ground. The pig struggled violently, and the people around them were covered in mud.

Several children couldn't help but swallow hard as they looked at the pork that had been cut off.

Ji Chaoxi came to collect the pork in the afternoon. She hadn't left the house for several days and was shivering uncontrollably from the wind.

The middle-aged woman next to her spotted her with sharp eyes, and her eyes lit up.

"Zhu Xin's younger sister!"

Ji Chaoxi greeted her with a smile: "Aunt Qiu."

Aunt Qiu looked at Ji Chaoxi beside her. She really had changed a lot as she grew up. She was so beautiful now. She used to be a little girl with yellow hair. Now she has blossomed into a beautiful young woman.

Ji Zhuxin has taken good care of her younger sister; her complexion is so rosy, it's obvious she hasn't gone hungry much.

Aunt Qiu was somewhat tempted, so she moved closer to her and lowered her voice: "Xixi, do you still know my Wu Hao? Are you close to him?"

Wu Hao.

Ji Chaoxi immediately recalled the time when he was a child, squatting in the field and throwing excrement at people. She honestly replied, "We don't talk much."

Aunt Qiu wanted to say something, but her name had already been called, so she immediately ran up to collect the meat and didn't have time to talk to Ji Chaoxi.

As soon as the door was closed, the wind was immediately shut out, and the room was filled with the smell of firewood from the stove.

Qin's mother, wrapped in a military overcoat, sat on the bed: "Son, it's almost New Year's. We need to patch up the peeling paint on the walls and the area around the stove."

She coughed, her voice weak: "I can't let people laugh at me."

Qin Du nodded and prepared the malted milk powder for her: "Okay."

Qin's mother held the cup, took a sip, and tentatively asked, "You haven't been to the county lately, have you?"

Qin Du paused in his movements, but remained silent.

Qin's mother sighed.

Every time we talk about this, the conversation dies.

Qin Du went to the county and bought a lot of white paper. After he finished pasting it on the walls of his own house, he went to paste it on the walls of the Ji family next door early in the morning.

Ji Zhuxin, wearing a scarf, prepared to go to the village chief's house: "Qin Du, don't cook lunch today, I'll cook for you."

Qin Du was mixing the paste, and he didn't refuse, saying, "Thank you, Sister Zhuxin."

Ji Zhuxin smiled and said, "There's nothing to thank me for. I've eaten quite a bit of meat from your family."

"When Xixi gets up later, make her eat what's on the stove, don't make her lie back down."

Qin Du nodded.

As soon as the blanket was pulled back, the cold wind from outside rushed in. Ji Chaoxi buried herself under the blanket and really didn't want to go out.

She ate what was on the stove and then quickly went to bed.

She finally managed to get herself out of bed, and her eyes lit up the moment she saw Qin Du standing in the room.

"Brother Qin Du!"

Qin Du was knocked back a few steps. His hands were covered in paste, and he didn't dare to touch her. He looked at Ji Chaoxi, who was lying in his arms, and smiled.

"Xixi, Sister Zhuxin wants you to eat breakfast first."

Upon hearing Ji Zhuxin's name, Ji Chaoxi immediately became obedient, reluctantly letting go of him and running to wash up.

After finally finishing her meal, she immediately went to Qin Du's side and watched him curiously as he mixed the paste.

Seeing that she was interested, Qin Du encouraged her to give it a try.

Ji Chaoxi carefully scooped out a small spoonful from the white flour; even that small spoonful was enough to break her heart.

Slowly add cold water and gently stir with chopsticks until it becomes a paste.

Next, Qin Du took the bowl from Ji Chaoxi's hand and poured in the boiling water, worried that Ji Chaoxi would get burned.

Stir constantly until it becomes transparent.

Ji Chaoxi bent down to apply paste, while Qin Du, behind her, stuck the already pasted white newspaper onto the wall.

Qin Du carefully aimed at the corner of the wall, then smoothed it out with his palm, squeezing out all the foam.

Ji Chaoxi leaned against the wall, occasionally blocking Qin Du's view, but neither of them mentioned the matter.

One wants to stay close, and the other doesn't want the other to leave.

"Xixi, can you wipe the bubbles off the newspaper for me?"

Qin Du propped himself up on either side of the newspaper, looking down at her.

"good!"

The newspaper, smeared with paste, was heavy and would soon fall if not weighed down. Qin Du felt the newspaper teetering on the edge and stepped forward.

He braced himself on either side of Ji Chaoxi, forming a closed corner where the air suddenly felt thin.

The two were very close. Qin Du turned his head with difficulty, but the aroma of wheat mixed with paste and the fragrance of Ji Chaoxi kept wafting into his nose.

"Okay...okay."

Ji Chaoxi whispered, her back almost touching Qin Du's body, and she could even feel his tense muscles.

Ji Chaoxi knew what Qin Du's muscles looked like; she hadn't gone to see them on purpose.

In the summer, she would occasionally see him working in the fields wearing a t-shirt while sitting next to him.

To be honest, there are many shirtless people in the village, both men and women, but Ji Chaoxi felt that Qin Du's shirt was different from everyone else's.

But she never dared to tell anyone this.

She didn't dare tell her sister either; if her sister found out, she would definitely scold her for going astray.

Ji Zhuxin is a very ritualistic person. She celebrates every festival, and she must celebrate them well, not to mention the New Year.

Qin Du was also unaware for the first time that there were so many things to do during the New Year. In previous years, he would just paste paper on the walls and eat the same things as usual.

With Qin Du joining this year, Ji Chaoxi is the happiest person.

Because she had Qin Du do all the chores her sister asked her to do, Ji Chaoxi would pretend to do a few things whenever Ji Zhuxin came back.

Ji Zhuxin glanced at Ji Chaoxi, who kept stealing glances at her, and her lips twitched.