My Beloved Super Fierce Wife-Chapter 285: When was she subverted?

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Provincial City, Jiang Family.

That day, having just finished overtime work, Jiang Tao was finally driven out of his house by the utterly intolerable Old Master Jiang.

With hands on hips, Old Master Jiang roared with full vigor.

"You scoundrel, get out!"

"If you don’t bring back the Medicinal Wine, don’t bother coming back."

"You promised to get the wine for me. How much time has passed? Where’s the shadow of your wine?"

"You unfilial son!!"

It was true that his son loved his work, but what angered Old Master Jiang was Jiang Tao’s constant delay in fetching the wine.

If it weren’t for his volunteering to go to Anping County, perhaps the medicinal liquor would already be in the cabinet by now.

After several days of repression, Old Master Jiang felt: Frustrated!!!

Jiang Tao hurriedly caught the luggage thrown out by Old Master Jiang, feeling a chill in his heart.

The luggage was prepared in advance?!

Too heartless!

He looked grievously at his wife following behind his parents, wanting to embrace her and burst into tears.

It’s so unjust, too unjust.

His wife glanced at Jiang Tao with a gentle smile on her face.

"I’ll take good care of Mom and Dad and the kids. Make it a quick trip and come back soon," she said.

Having spoken, she helped her mother-in-law inside the house.

Jiang Tao’s expression froze, the grievance solidifying on his face.

It felt as if a cold wind was blowing straight into his chest.

When had his wife been turned against him?!

The old rascal, Old Master Jiang, grunted.

"Hurry up and leave, don’t dawdle on the road, and come right back after buying the wine," he said.

As he spoke, he waved his hand dismissively.

Then.

’Bang’—

He closed the door shut.

Jiang Tao: "..."

Before the bitterness could surface on his face, the door of the neighbor’s house opened.

An elderly man walked out.

Seeing the luggage in Jiang Tao’s hand, the old man’s face immediately blossomed into a chrysanthemum of smiles.

"Eh, Taozi, are you headed to Anping County?"

Before Jiang Tao could reply, he continued, "You must be going to buy wine for your dad, right? If it’s not too much trouble, could you pick up a bottle for this old man too?"

He had long heard Old Jiang brag about how good that wine from Anping County was.

It made him so envious!

Jiang Tao managed a smile and said, "Sure."

The old man saw his agreement and his joy deepened.

"That’s very kind of you."

After speaking, he went to chat with Old Master Jiang.

Two days on the train and Jiang Tao finally set foot in Anping County.

After resting in the Guest House for half a day, he went to Lin Tang’s place.

When the door was knocked, Lin Tang was busy assembling a portable radio.

Comrade Zhu had given her a gift, so naturally, she wanted to reciprocate with a gift of her own.

It was handmade by him, so she wanted to make something herself as well.

The door was knocked again.

Lin Tang quickly tidied up the things on her table and crossed the courtyard to open the door.

Seeing Jiang Tao, her expression flickered for a second.

"Comrade Jiang?"

Jiang Tao, upon seeing Lin Tang remember him, felt all the previous dilemmas vanish.

"Comrade Lin, hello, may I come in? I need your help with something related to Medicinal Wine," he said.

Lin Tang understood at once.

So much time had passed, she thought the connection with the Jiang Family in Provincial City had been lost.

"Come in," she said.

As they entered the house, Lin Tang poured water for the guest and asked casually, "Are Grandpa Jiang and Grandma Jiang doing well?"

Hearing her inquire about his parents at home, Jiang Tao’s expression softened.

"Doing great, even healthier than a young man like me, thanks for asking, Comrade Lin."

After exchanging pleasantries, he couldn’t wait another minute and directly asked, "Do you still have any of your medicinal wine, Comrade Lin?"

Worried that Lin Tang might be out of stock, Jiang Tao’s eyes were fixed on her—full of hope.

If he couldn’t get it, he’d be in a tough spot!

Not to mention, he wanted some for himself too.

Lin Tang had just made a new batch, so she nodded.

Seeing her reaction, the tension in Jiang Tao’s entire body instantly released.

"I’d like to buy five bottles, do you have that many?" he asked.

Two for his father, two for himself, and one for the old uncle next door.

"Yes, I’ll go get them," Lin Tang said, and went to the kitchen.

In a corner of the kitchen, she had placed a shelf, which was loaded with various bottles and jars.

A whole layer was devoted to the medicinal wine.

There were neatly around ten bottles of medicinal wine on it.

Lin Tang took five bottles, placed them in a small basket on the side, and brought them out.

Jiang Tao hurried over to receive them.

He carefully placed them on the table.

"How much for a bottle?" he asked.

Lin Tang had already decided on the pricing for the medicinal wine in her mind.

"Normally, a bottle is fifty, but since you’re buying in bulk, let’s make it forty-five each."

That was quite a price indeed.

After all, most people’s wages weren’t even forty.

Hearing this price, Jiang Tao was taken aback.

He had thought at most it would be around ten or twenty; he didn’t expect it to be so high.

Thinking about the medicinal effects of the wine, he felt the price was justified.

Jiang Tao took out money from his bag and placed it on the table.

"Two hundred twenty-five, right?"

Lin Tang liked dealing with straightforward people—it saved time and trouble.

She casually took out five bottles of sauce.

And started her sales pitch.

"I’ll give you these five bottles of sauce as a gift with your purchase. Our brigade has opened a sauce factory, and if you think it’s good, please support our business in the future."

Jiang Tao glanced at the sauce and said with a smile, "Sure, thanks, Comrade Lin."

The two weren’t close in age and didn’t have much else to talk about.

After finishing the business at hand, Jiang Tao took his leave back to the Provincial City.

Lin Tang tidied up the money, and her hand felt significantly more relaxed.

Making money can be difficult, but also simple; the key is to find the right way.

Back in her room, she spent nearly an hour finishing the assembly of the half-completed radio.

She then knitted a small woolen cover and placed the radio inside, and only then did she lie on the bed with satisfaction.

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Like two blossoms on a single branch, each displays its unique beauty.

In a small mountain village more than ten miles from the county.

Unsure of whose chickens were crowing.

Within a dilapidated mud house.

An old woman with half-white hair and deep, ravine-like wrinkles on her face spoke sternly, "I don’t agree with you marrying that woman!"

"What use is a pretty face?"

"Look at her, all skin and bones; she can’t handle farmwork, let alone kitchen work. What use will she be if you marry her?"

"Gougou, listen to your mother, I’ve saved up some money, and when the time comes, I’ll find you a good one."

A man with a cunning face spun his eyes around the room and stroked his chin with a sleazy smile.

He thought the woman in the house was quite good.

Such soft and fair skin, much better than the wives in the village.

It made him just think about it and feel like he was about to rise.

The man called Gougou chuckled and said,

"There’s plenty she can do, mother. Don’t you always want to hold a grandchild?

She appeared alone in the mountains, and marrying her doesn’t require a dowry. Getting a wife for free, what a good deal. Mother, why can’t you be more flexible?"

The old woman thought there was some sense to her son’s words upon hearing this.

However, thinking about the girl’s face as pretty as a vixen’s, she felt uneasy.

She only had one son, and if he was swindled away by that vixen, what would she do then?