Rebirth in 1987, the fierce wife is not to be messed with!

Then Yuan Yuan used a few paper wicks and some firewood as kindling to light the coal stove neatly and quickly.

She didn't notice that Jiang Zhou glanced at her inadvertently. After being stunned, a bright color flashed in the man's eyes...

Halfway through the work, Yuan Yuan began to feel something was wrong. Why was Jiang Zhou just sharpening his knife and chopping wood, while the gossipy women in the village who usually chatted with dogs when they passed by were walking around one by one?

It's very confusing.

Seeing Qi Baolian rushing over here with her fat butt, Yuan Yuan was ready to fight back. But when Qi Baolian saw Jiang Zhou sharpening his knife, her face turned green and she turned around and ran back. Yuan Yuan couldn't help it and turned her head away with a confused look on her face: "Jiang Zhou, can I ask you a question?"

"explain."

The man sharpened one side, looked at it carefully, and then turned it over to sharpen the other side, concentrating as if what was in front of him was not a broken kitchen knife, but a work of art. Yuan Yuan noticed that Jiang Zhou had a very beautiful profile, with tight and neat lines, long and curled eyelashes, and a nose as straight as a sculpture.

She swallowed involuntarily and said, "Why do people in the village seem to be afraid of you?"

She didn't know what she asked wrongly, but Jiang Zhou's eyes changed subtly, and suddenly became cold, making her scalp tighten.

Jiang Zhou turned and looked at her: "You really don't know?"

Yuan Yuan suddenly became nervous, but still nodded stiffly: "Yes. I am a foreign daughter-in-law."

"That's right." Jiang Zhou lowered his head and continued to sharpen the knife. "You've only been married for two months. You were from another village before. You... don't know anything."

Yuan Yuan was even more confused: "???"

Jiang Zhou said: "It's simple, I have a bad reputation."

Yuan Yuan was surprised. She didn't expect it to be such a simple reason. She blurted out, "You have a bad reputation? Are you kidding me? You are such a good person!"

As soon as she said this, she realized she had been too reckless, but it was too late to take it back. She subconsciously covered her mouth and smiled awkwardly.

Jiang Zhou was still the same, his deep eyes focused on the kitchen knife in his hand that was moving back and forth rhythmically, and even his handsome face was expressionless: "Do you think I'm a good person?"

"Of course." Yuan Yuan said solemnly, "You don't know me at all, but you are the first person in the village to speak up for me. You are helpful, smart and capable, good at both literature and martial arts, and... and..."

After searching through all the complimenting words in my mind, I could only come up with this few words, which actually made Jiang Zhou laugh: "What else?"

Looking at that dark and handsome face, which looked cold and sharp when not smiling, and youthful and spirited when smiling, Yuan Yuan's mind buzzed, and her blood rushed to her head, blurting out: "He's also good-looking!"

Jiang Zhou laughed.

When she smiled, her eight standard white and neat teeth were exposed. When Yuan Yuan saw them, she said, "Look at your teeth, they are so neat, you can even be on TV for a toothpaste commercial!"

Jiang Zhou asked: "Have you ever watched TV?"

Yuan Yuan suddenly remembered that the only family in the village that had a TV was Jiang Ruhai’s, and it was a black and white one: “…I saw it by accident when I went to town. Some people even used a fishbone antenna, which was very interesting to watch.”

Jiang Zhou hummed. Yuan Yuan said something wrong and almost got exposed, so she didn't dare to say anything more. As a result of her distraction, she burned her finger and it hurt so much that she burst into tears: "Ouch!"

"What's wrong?" Jiang Zhou put down the kitchen knife in his hand and ran over. "Let me see?"

Yuan Yuan was still not happy, "It's okay, it's just a small problem!"

Before she finished speaking, Jiang Zhou half-forcefully twisted her hidden right hand in front of him, "It's all red, cool it down to avoid blisters, which will be even more inconvenient later."

He was firm and determined. Yuan Yuan watched him fetch cool well water and let her soak her fingers in it to cool them down. Then... Then she sat there stupidly, watching Jiang Zhou pick up a kitchen knife, chopping meat and vegetables, and using a simple pot to cook three dishes and a soup.

"Look, that bastard from the Jiang family who beat people up can actually cook?"

"It's really strange, he has a face that looks like a bad boy, but his hands and feet are quite nimble!"

"Hush, don't judge a person by his appearance. Don't look at him too much. Be careful that he will get angry and beat you up! Last time, he beat his high school principal so hard that he peed blood!"

The villager shrank his neck, dared not look any further, and ran away. The gossips were blown into Yuan Yuan's ears by the wind. She looked at Jiang Zhou and began to understand what he meant by "I have a bad reputation"...

When his eyes met hers, Jiang Zhou, who had been turning a deaf ear to other people's advice, suddenly said, "Are you afraid?"

Yuan Yuan: “???”

Confused.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhou smiled again: "You don't really care about the advice of the villagers."

Yuan Yuan was also moved by him and laughed, saying: "What do I care? I am a divorced woman who is not wanted by anyone. If you say that your reputation is not good, then my reputation is not good either!"

Jiang Zhou laughed again, and then said, "You are so funny!"

Yuan Yuan said: "Well, it's not interesting when you say that!"

As they chatted and laughed, the atmosphere relaxed. "Hahaha..." everyone laughed out loud. Yuan Yuan hadn't felt so happy in a long time. From the time she was schemed and drained of blood by Jiang Peiwei in her previous life to the time she was reborn...

Now, her heart felt like a flower blossoming.

Jiang Zhou asked: "How is your finger?"

"Huh? It doesn't hurt anymore." Yuan Yuan pulled out her finger that had been soaked in the well water and looked at the injured area. She found that it was no longer red and hot, but white. The piercing pain also disappeared. She said happily, "I'm fine."

Jiang Zhou said, "It's fine once it's healed. Soak for a while longer to cool your skin. No rush. I'll go clear the table. Mom should be back from get off work soon."

Yuan Yuan then realized that Dong Yuehe usually didn't come back for lunch because she had to organize lunch for the students. But today was an exception. Her family had suffered a disaster, so Dong Yuehe asked for leave to come back. When Jiang Zhou opened the small coffee table, Dong Yuehe appeared at the entrance of the village committee on her 28-inch bicycle.

"I'm back! Come and help!" Dong Yuehe was riding a 28-inch bicycle that was almost taller than her and made noises all over except for the bell. She was panting and her hair was smoking in the midday sun. Looking in the direction she was looking, she saw a large bag of rice and flour on the rear rack of the bicycle. Next to the rack were two benches and some food, among which a bag of bacon was the most eye-catching.

Dong Yuehe said happily, "This is what the principal gave us. She also lent me her bike to ride back. Ah Zhou, please help me move it to my room. I don't have to worry about food these days!"

It was originally a good thing, but Jiang Zhou frowned and said, "Mom, tell me the truth, did you get an advance on your salary again?"

The smile on Dong Yuehe's face disappeared, and her tone became stiff: "Yuan Yuan, come and help."

Yuan Yuan agreed and went to Dong Yuehe to unload the goods. She moved slowly and pricked up her ears to listen to the mother and son talking. Jiang Zhou took out the money from his pocket and handed it to Dong Yuehe, but Dong Yuehe hit him back: "You are crazy. Didn't you give the money to Dameng's father yesterday?!"