Married to a Disabled Man in the 70s - Chapter 73
A few days later, Zhao Sisi was about to leave. But before that, Su Jiaojiao carefully cooked three big dishes, and invited her over to eat. She made the rabbits she bought back at town into sauteed and diced rabbit, and gave her one of the three she purchased. Of the remaining two, one was given to Su Jiaojiao’s parents. She gave part of the final one to Ji Xuan and saved the remainder for herself. 
Ji Xuan was an integral part of her business scheme. Although she was a girl, she acted boldly and decisively. The night they returned to the village, she sent a basket of chestnuts with the outer shell peeled.
Song Qinghan went to hand it over in the middle of the night. Su Jiaojiao didn’t bother to get up, as it was getting colder and colder every day. The two changed to a thicker quilt, so she stayed in it with peace of mind.
When Song Qinghan returned after receiving the things, she rolled into his arms, hugged his waist and continued to sleep. When she hadn’t gone back to sleep fully, Su Jiaojiao was thinking about Song Qinghan’s hair.
Hadn’t Song Qinghan been laughed at these days? Why is he not tense? Why hasn’t he taken the initiative to go to the barbershop downtown yet?
Of course he had been laughed at. However, Song Qinghan proudly said that his wife cut it for him, and everyone else said nothing about it. Even if his hairstyle was pretty bad, he still looked better than the majority of young adults in the village.
(T/N: Obligatory reminder to stick to FansTranslations!)
The next day, Su Jiaojiao started to process these things slowly, making chestnut cakes, partly fried chestnuts, and so on. The chestnuts are really delicious, and there was a lot. In just three days, Ji Xuan had sent so many chestnuts it seemed like they could eat them until next year. However, Su Jiaojiao still used the recipe in her mind to find countless ways to make them and sell them to Ji Xuan. The two of them really started to make money.
When Zhao Sisi left, Ji Xuan and only made two trips to sell chestnuts, but Su Jiaojiao had received 30 dollars. Ji Xuan didn’t agree with a twenty-eighty split in her favour, and wanted to split the cash equally. On the other hand, Su Jiaojiao didn’t want to because Ji Xuan did all the work while she just baked with no danger at all. In the end, they decided on a forty-sixty split in Ji Xuan’s favour.
Because Ji Xuan contributed so much, Su Jiaojiao always felt she was being abused when looking at her thin figure. So she often made good food for her.
The two got familiar with each other, and Ji Xuan did not fidget as much as before, becoming more calm. She has repaid all the money she borrowed, and began to have savings. However, as she could be searched at any time, she put the money in Su Jiaojiao’s home.
They did their work in the middle of the night, and went on their business at daytime as usual. Su Jiaojiao did not go to work, while Ji Xuan just managed the cattle, which meant she could sneak up some sleep and nobody would notice.
As for Xi Shu, who came after the Mid-Autumn Festival, Su Jiaojiao had never seen her before. Before Zhao Sisi left, she was even gossiping about the two sister’s poor relationship.
The people in the village weren’t friendly towards Xi Shu at first due to her sister’s negative reputation, but Xi Shu was obviously more upright. She worked diligently, and treated others courteously. This changed the villagers’ impressions of her by a significant margin. Xi Shu had even dropped all pretenses with her sister, so nobody compared the two again.
However, the educated youth Xi Shu liked broke up with her. To spite her, Xi Yao hooked up with him and often troubled Xi Shu. But that’s all Su Jiaojiao knew. 
Armos D. Platypus: The author is officially the worst person at changing the topic in the world. Holy crap this is some stilted monologue.
 Is Zhao Sisi not Su Jiaojiao’s friend. I would’ve thought she’d have had more than two sentences worth mentioning about.
 Nobody cares. Like, seriously, author. There is no reason to even mention somebody less than a cannon fodder.