Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse
Chapter 73 - 071: Nearly Becoming a ’Breeding Sow
CHAPTER 73: CHAPTER 071: NEARLY BECOMING A ’BREEDING SOW
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Xie Jingchen was somewhat startled by his young wife’s words, and upon further thought, he began to wonder if his little wife knew a bit too much?
After a few days together, he realized that his little wife was certainly not like the ordinary farmwives in the village who lacked common sense. Words such as accompanying military dependents and demobilization—she wouldn’t be able to speak of these terms if she didn’t truly understand them!
He lowered his head, intending to probe further into his little wife’s past, but saw that she had fallen asleep on his chest from exhaustion, emitting faint breaths. Her wheat-colored face and the snow-white skin of her body were truly tempting one to commit a crime...
He had made up his mind—better let his little wife continue to wear her dark and unflattering makeup. Otherwise, when he left alone to take up his military post, leaving his little wife at home by herself, he would worry about someone coming to seduce his young lady!
In the following few days, knowing that Xie Jingchen would return to his military post in a few days, whenever they were free, Mrs. Xie would directly send the couple back to the left wing, hoping Zhang Shanni could effectively conceive their San’er’s good little boy.
If it weren’t for the food supplies secretly added from the Space, Zhang Shanni would have definitely been ’worn out’!
Because Zhang Shanni had already signed a severance agreement with the Zhang Family, the third-day home visit was directly canceled.
Being relentlessly pressed on the kang ’battling’ by Xie Jingchen, even with her exceptional talents, Zhang Shanni couldn’t withstand the enthusiastic endeavors of a newly vigorous old man!
He was simply a bastard plus an old ruffian! With no teacher, he’d become a seasoned old hand at this.
Fortunately, these two days, as they faced their imminent separation and the nearing harvest season, both Mr. Xie and Zhou Xiuhua were too busy to be off their feet, which spared Zhang Shanni from too much embarrassment.
Seeing that Zhang Shanni could not rise early in the mornings, and upon discovering that her son had actually skipped his morning exercises, Zhou Xiuhua guessed the ’truth’. She was pleased to see such behavior in San’er.
After all, among her children, except for Xie Jingzi who was too young and still studying to be married, the other five all had at least two kids, if not three, with the third already in the womb!
Xie Tiesheng could be said to be the rightful single heir of the third branch, having developed into a vast family of descendants already.
On the evening of the second day after the homecoming visit, it was an old tradition of the Xie Family for the newlyweds to formally meet various relatives and clan members, and at the same time, to officially record the new bride into the family genealogy.
Xie Jingchen was reminded early on by his mother, so he did not dare to overdo it, but just gave a small peck once before holding his delicate wife to sleep.
As they needed to meet the various clan relatives and followed by Jingchen’s return to his military post, Xie Jingchen and Zhang Shanni decided to visit his former commander in the county town, and incidentally to buy some small pastries. If they could find cloth that didn’t require cloth tickets, that would be even better, choosing a suitable gift to bring back. A gift of two yards of cloth for each household would serve as Xie Jingchen and Zhang Shanni’s wedding return gift.
Qingfeng Village was a large village, with a population greater than both Shanglin Village and Old Lin Village. Most importantly, there were many families with the surname Xie!
But in fact, the Xie Family in Qingfeng Village only has one lineage with three branches.
Over two to three hundred years of development, the blood ties between the different branches have actually become quite distant. However, because the Xie Family members have always supported each other and are especially courteous to those of the same surname.
The third branch now has four main descendants: besides Xie Tiesheng, there are also Xie Jinseng, Xie Yinseng, and Xie Tongsheng who represent the third branch. Their seniority is one thing, but among them, as cousins, they share a good revolutionary camaraderie. This is why in Qingfeng Village, the main village cadres mostly have the Xie surname, accounting for half of them.
The third branch is the most populous within the Xie family, while the first and second branches are showing signs of decline. These two branches have some superficial and internal discord due to their ancestors’ issues, causing Xie Tiesheng and his brothers to grit their teeth in frustration.
Not having subdued the external enemies yet, the internal strife continued unabated, which really was embarrassing for the nation’s people. But after all, everyone has their own private messes—besides, it’s a private matter, not a life-or-death vendetta. Even if you are the Clan Leader or Family Head, you can only mediate at best, not command forcefully.
In order to add Zhang Shan Ni’s name to the family registry—though without the formal process of a maiden home return—she was taken out early by Xie Jingchen to buy gifts and also visit his former commander in the county town.
With a detailed plan to leave home, there was no time left for Zhang Shan Ni to dwell on the regret of not being able to return to her maiden home—she had absolutely no affection for Zhang Zhiguo and his family anyway.
These past few days, she was pinned down on the kang by her wolfish newlywed husband for two days and three nights; it was the utmost test of her patience!
While there were no other adults in the entire Xie Family aside from her parents-in-law to witness, there were still half-grown boys around—oh dear, one must maintain their image!
Zhang Shan Ni reflected on herself; her skin wasn’t thick enough to be three-inch thick, considering her real situation these days had been like this: unable to get out of bed in the morning, sleeping through noon, and being dragged onto the kang early in the evening...
Tsk, life was practically turning her into a ’sow’—just waiting to be pregnant with a litter!
Fortunately, Xie Jingchen really did have a bit of restraint, knowing not to go too far and even covering for her in front of his parents, so the old couple didn’t find out about their wild frolics!
As for his wife, who was pressed to the point of rage and annoyance, this was what went through Xie Jingchen’s mind: being pinched and bitten wouldn’t stop him from indulging in his meaty desires!
If going to Qingyun Town takes a little over an hour by foot, then going to the county town would take twice that time.
Knowing Xie Jingchen was taking his new bride to his old commander’s place to introduce her, Zhou Xiuhua got up early to prepare some scarce mountain products for San’er, whether it was mushrooms or game, as well as her own dried vegetables and pickled radishes. Although the gifts were not heavy, the old lady prepared a bit of everything from home, knowing that the commander would gladly accept these household produce.
It’s not that the Xie family was stingy, but the old commander really wouldn’t accept valuable gifts. Sending him expensive canned fruits or fortified flour would actually upset the commander, who might then very well kick you out along with your gifts.
Xie Jingchen, who had followed the commander from the age of fourteen until twenty-one, knew his old superior’s temperament quite well, which is why he never brought extravagant items for visits.
Generally, it was homegrown produce, and even the mountain goods from home were selected for their practical use and benefit to well-being—other items were rarely gifted. As for the everyday dried vegetables and pickled radishes, those were specifically requested by the commander.
After all, the elderly man had suffered hardship before, and even though life had improved, his heart was still more used to those rougher foods, finding them particularly appetizing—according to him, in one word: appetite-enhancing.