How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s-Chapter 173 - 175: Dealing with a Swindler_1

Qin Jin was concerned about the injuries of Feng Fugui and Li Jianguo. While he was discussing this, he heard a faint rumbling sound. His gaze swept over Li Qiao’s belly—his wife was hungry, so he needed to leave.

He told the two to take good care of their injuries and then said goodbye to Mrs. Feng and Mrs. Li, leading Li Qiao straight towards the direction of the courtyard house.

Li Qiao, "Aren’t we going back to the countryside?"

"Hmm, the kitchen alcove and the courtyard wall at home were taken down, leaving one fewer door. It’s too hot if we close the bedroom door when we sleep, yet I worry about others passing by and peeking at you while it’s open." He slept soundly at home and would hardly notice if there were people outside.

Li Qiao, "Don’t we have a dog?"

"You didn’t mention it, so I wasn’t angry, but that damn dog didn’t bark when Feng Hu took the eggs." He planned to kill and eat the dog while she was at school.

Li Qiao, "The dog knocked down a child who came to borrow farm tools a few days ago. I specifically taught it that it should not bite unless someone was going into the house to take something. It probably understood."

On hearing this, Qin Jin felt his anger dissipate quite a bit.

Chatting, the two arrived at the courtyard house. Right as Li Qiao got off the bicycle, she was stopped by Zhu Changsheng’s in-laws.

Mrs. Yan, with tears in her eyes, "Miss Li, we’re very sorry about the incident with Xiaoyu. Could you please issue a letter of forgiveness? We’ll cover the expenses for repairing your kitchen and purchasing items—please be magnanimous and let her off."

Qin Jin said grimly, "Let’s go—now!"

Li Qiao didn’t recognize them at first; only now did she understand that these were Yan Xiaoyu’s parents. "My grandmother came today. She doesn’t know yet that our new house has been burned. By saying this, if she hears you, she’ll only get angrier."

"I’ve already heard it," Old Mrs. Qin said coldly, stepping out the door.

She had wondered why the kitchen wall had turned white and why the perfectly good cabinet had also been changed. Her grandson had mentioned that he didn’t like the previous style and had it tidied up a bit.

But the front door, which had always been left open, now needed to be closed at all times. She thought he had gotten into trouble and feared getting beaten up, not knowing that the house had been set on fire.

No wonder she wanted to come to the city to look after her granddaughter-in-law, but the young couple resisted.

Repairing a kitchen in the countryside costs a hundred or so yuan. How much would it be in the city?

Was it easy for her grandson to earn money?

This was not over!

"You have to pay!"

"So you agree to issue the letter of forgiveness, then? Good, we’ll compensate right away." Mr. and Mrs. Yan said, their eyes reddening again as they smiled.

The attitude of the two puzzled Old Mrs. Qin, who had lived a long time but had never seen people so eager to spend money. She looked to Li Qiao, not understanding.

Li Qiao explained it all over again.

Old Mrs. Qin, "Can’t she be punished and also provide compensation?"

Li Qiao smiled lightly, "Where would you find such good luck?"

Hearing this, Old Mrs. Qin decided not to intervene any further and pulled Li Qiao into the house.

The smile on Mrs. Yan’s face instantly froze. She tried to reach out and grab Old Mrs. Qin to continue talking but was preemptively blocked by Qin Jin. After Li Qiao and Old Mrs. Qin entered the courtyard, he stepped back and closed the door.

Mr. Yan and Mrs. Yan were anxious and frustrated but could do nothing about it.

This family was truly merciless and heartless.

They had acknowledged their wrongdoing and humbled themselves to such a degree, yet these people had absolutely no desire to forgive, colder than cold-blooded animals.

...

After dinner, as usual, the family of three went for a walk to aid digestion.

On the way back, they encountered a man with a twisted wrist, dressed in dirty clothes, holding a bowl and asking for money.

Li Qiao took out all the change from her pocket to give to him, but Qin Jin grabbed it away, "He’s a swindler; don’t believe him." When they were buying the house, he had seen this person eating noodles at a small restaurant, and the man’s hands were just like those of a normal person.

"Young man, I’m not a swindler," the beggar argued in a low and helpless voice.

Old Mrs. Qin, "Jin, give it to him! He looks pitiful. Now that we are able, we should do more good deeds. Good people receive good karma." She believed that her eldest grandson was fortunate to have found such a good wife because of the virtuous deeds accumulated by their ancestors.

The two statements that Qin Jin believed the least:

One was that good people receive good karma.

The other was that fools have their own kind of fortune.

Good people don’t live long, while evildoers persist for a thousand years.

If everyone’s a damn fool, what luck is there to speak of?

His eyes flashed with a sharpness, and he smiled on his face, "Then I might as well be a good guy through and through! Big brother, I’ve traveled all around and followed a barefoot doctor to learn some medical skills for a few days. I can regenerate flesh from dry bones and mend fractures; my skills are quite masterful. I can take a look at your arm for you."

The beggar was stunned, "I... Young brother, I don’t have any money to pay you."

Qin Jin, "No charge. I’ll also give you some nutritional aid afterward to help you build up your strength."

Upon hearing there was money to be had, the beggar immediately stretched out his hand.

Qin Jin felt the bones, and with a pull, a twist, and a yank, the beggar was howling in pain.

Old Mrs. Qin was startled, "Jin, are you for real?" When this boy was fifteen or sixteen, every time he went out, he either claimed to have learned healing from a barefoot doctor or fortune-telling from a street fortune teller.

He even offered to treat people in the village. Good predictions never came true, but the bad ones did.

In the early days of breaking superstitions, he was almost made an example of by the village chief and paraded around with a placard.

They let him off because of his young age in the end.

This time treating a hand, he’d better not cause any serious damage.

Qin Jin, gripping the man’s arm, commanded, "Move!"

The beggar realized that the other party had seen through his disguise and deliberately toyed with him; the pain of his wrist being pinched overshadowed the pain of the bones being twisted. He had no choice but to move it up and down.

"The wrist really has been set straight, and it can move," Li Qiao said at this moment, realizing the beggar was a swindler. She looked at Qin Jin with stars in her eyes, full of admiration.

It was so satisfying to see him trick the trickster.

Old Mrs. Qin, thinking Qin Jin had truly healed the man, raised her thumb, "You little rascal have some skills."

Qin Jin, smugly lifting his chin, said with a smile in his eyes, "Big brother, you should thank me."

The beggar was on the verge of tears, this immoral little brat! "Thank... thank you."

"You’re welcome. I’ve got nothing else to do and often wander around this street. If your recovery doesn’t go well, you can come find me again. Here’s some money, you take it." Qin Jin spoke with a smile, but his eyes were cold.

The beggar waved his hands frantically, who would dare to take it. "No need, no need." He ran away.

Old Mrs. Qin laughed, "Look at how excited he is. He probably can’t wait to share with his brothers who beg with him that he can now support himself with his own two hands."

Li Qiao died laughing.

Qin Jin was laughing so hard he couldn’t stop himself, "Definitely."

"..."

....

In the blink of an eye, another weekend arrived.

Ma Ling stood up her blind date and joined Li Qiao’s crayfish-catching crew.

Qin Jin was in a group with two other guys.

Li Qiao and Ma Ling formed another group.

The few of them were not too far apart.

Xu Feng and Liao Fan sneaked over to Qin Jin for advice, "Qin Jin, tell us, how did you manage to marry the Top Scholar? Teach us your tricks."

Qin Jin was pleasantly surprised. As someone who was often dragged in for criticism and education by them, he couldn’t believe there’d come a day when he could give them advice. "It’s hard to say."

The woman he married wasn’t the one here.

Under normal circumstances, he couldn’t possibly marry someone like that.

Liao Fan, "You’re hiding something, you don’t want to say, do you?"

Qin Jin thought for a moment and found a reasonable excuse, choosing his words carefully, "She fell into the water, and I happened to pass by and save her. Her parents were afraid she wouldn’t get married, so they came to my grandmother’s house to talk, and the two families agreed on the marriage arrangement."

After listening, both spoke in unison, "You pushed her in, didn’t you?"

Qin Jin, ".... That’s too much, man. I’m gonna tell my wife."

The two of them clung to him, "Just kidding, you took it seriously."

Qin Jin rolled his eyes; they didn’t seem to be joking at all just now! Saying it now makes me seem petty. Thinking this, he said with a smile, "I was joking too."

"..."

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