Strict Wife Of The ’70s Manages The Household - Chapter 357

T/N: This chapter was wrongly posted before. It’s now fixed. Thanks.

Han Qinghua didn’t understand anything as all he wanted to do was just to go home with his parents protecting him. The old man and old lady would serve meals on the table and his siblings would work to earn their wages— he wouldn’t have to do anything at all.

He didn’t want to go to the labour camp!!!

Han Qingsong said to Sun Zhuowen, “When Captain Luo comes back, have him take Han Qinghua with him.”

Sun Zhuowen replied affirmatively.

After Luo Haicheng sent them all to the labour reform farm, he made them sign their signatures and stamped their fingerprints. He also asked someone to transfer Han Qinghua to work under a more friendly Platoon Leader to make sure that he could stay away from these people.

Zhang Heilu and Zhao Jianshe were together.

Zhang Heilu didn’t really mind. He was a farmer at birth, so he originally had the brute force and the strength to handle hard labour.

Zhao Jianshe, on the other hand, was not faring well as he was more pampered than Han Qinghua was. Having him climb trees and jumping from house to house was fine, toying with innocent girls on the streets was not a big deal either; his family just didn’t want him to handle even the slightest bit of labour.

In particular, it was considered normal for others to rush and collect grains under the wind and rain. They would work with bleeding blisters on their hands and feet, knowing that slow workers wouldn’t have a chance to eat.

For him, it was a hell-like torment.

So sometimes, physical labour was the best punishment for some people.

This matter came to an end and Zhao Anpin got what he deserved. Zhao Jianshe earned himself another sentence and Zhang Heilu was stupidly implicated. Han Qinghua lost all the support he once had and had to accept his fate, continuing his tormenting days on the farm.

Although he didn’t get used to it for a while, without backing and hope, he no longer dared to escape. Once he realised that he could no longer be lazy, he slowly began to work.

Labour was something that humans could adapt to. Once our hands and feet were grinded into calluses, we would no longer recognise the pain as we’d just get used to it.

In the evening, when Han Qingsong came home, Lin Lan had already finished making dinner. While she was waiting for Han Qingsong, Maisui excitedly put on her new chiffon scarf.

It was the first time for her to receive such a good item. Maisui actually didn’t know how to put it on as she could only watch when the youngest aunt flaunted and dressed herself up back then. Hence, she was especially happy to be able to play dress-up as well.

Erwang looked envious, Dawang seemed indifferent, Sanwang was curious and Xiaowang just minded his own business.

Maisui put on the scarf to cover her head directly, “Look guys, isn’t it pretty?”

Lin Lan, “…” It was kind of eye-catching, like the bandana scarves worn by women in the 1980s. They’d fold it in half into a triangle, wrap it around the head and tie it around the chin. Though their cheeks would always redden due to the freezing cold, the women back were happy about it.

Sanwang clapped his hands, “It’s pretty, just like the mother hens in the drawings.”

Teacher Huo taught them to draw. They basically started off by drawing things that were a norm in their lives such as chickens, ducks, geese, cows, horses and sheep. Occasionally, they’d draw a mother hen leading her group of chicks. If the weather got cold, the kids would add scarves to the animals since it looked good as well.

When Maisui thought about it, she felt her own eyes mist up, “Bad Sanwang, I’m going to ignore you!”