Rebirth of a Village Girl - Chapter 397

Chapter 397: 120: Let you see people through the crack of the door, up on the beam!_1

Was I not the one who drew the lot?

Zhang Qiang immediately opened the paper in his hand, only to see it was completely blank.

Teacher Xu grabbed Zhang Qiang’s hand excitedly, mumbling incoherently: “Teacher Zhang, I can’t thank you enough! I’m so grateful that you introduced such an outstanding student to our school!”

Although he was lucky, he still had to thank Zhang Qiang. Without Zhang Qiang, it was unclear whether Ni Yang would have come to City No. 3 Middle School or not!

The expression on Zhang Qiang’s face was in stark contrast to that of Teacher Xu’s.

“No… no problem.” After a long while, Zhang Qiang managed to squeeze out this sentence.

The other teachers were all joking about Teacher Xu treating them to a meal.

Teacher Xu, happy at acquiring an excellent disciple, replied with a cheerful heart: “Come on, come on, today I’m treating everyone to meat and wine! Don’t hold back!”

The crowd followed Teacher Xu out, all seeming very pleased, except for Zhang Qiang, whose smile was forced and who seemed downcast.

While the others merely missed out on being assigned Ni Yang, he had completely overlooked her.

No one could understand this kind of discomfort.

At this moment, Zhang Qiang couldn’t help but want to slap himself.

You only have yourself to blame for peeping!

You only have yourself to blame for peeping!

No point talking about it now.

…

In the afternoon, Ni Cuihua held her child and invited everyone from every household to participate in the topping out ceremony the next day, and all the elderly and children at home are also invited.

The next day.

May 28th.

Auspicious for: engagement, marriage, worship, … entering the house, erecting columns, construction, etc.

Actually, the house was almost completely built, and it was Ni Yang who deliberately chose the day for the raising of the roof beams.

Although she initially didn’t believe in such things, after her rebirth, Ni Yang had started to hold strong belief in them.

Early in the morning, Ni Yang was already out of bed.

She stood in front of the mirror, tied her glossy black hair into a bun, showing off her fair and graceful swan neck. She wore a red shirt and a pair of pencil pants, exuding a youthful aura.

When Mo Qishen arrived, Ni Yang was fetching water by the well.

She was wearing a pair of pink slippers, had rolled up her pants twice, revealing her ankles as white as jade, with rows of delicate toes, pink and white, like little seashells.

Seeing the scene before him, Mo Qishen was a bit taken aback. After a while, he approached Ni Yang and took the bucket from her hands.

Ni Yang didn’t expect Mo Qishen to suddenly show up. She stumbled on the stone at the edge of the well and almost fell, but luckily Mo Qishen was quick to steady her by the waist.

“Be careful.”

He held her waist with one hand and the bucket with the other without spilling a drop of water, demonstrating his composure.

Surprised, Ni Yang looked up, “Brother Mo, when did you get here?”

Mo Qishen cleared his throat, speaking in a somewhat low voice, “Just now. By the way, where should this bucket of water go?”

“Just put it in the water jar in the kitchen.” Ni Yang replied.

“Alright.” Mo Qishen nodded, carrying the water toward the kitchen.

In the kitchen was a large water jar used to store water for cooking. Mo Qishen poured the water from the bucket into the jar, just covering the bottom of the jar.

Mo Qishen turned to look at Ni Yang, “Yangyang, do you always carry the water like this?”

“Yes.” Ni Yang nodded.

A bucket of water weighed about twenty to thirty pounds. Even a sturdy man would feel the strain after carrying seven or eight buckets a day.

How old was Ni Yang? Yet she was doing such heavy work.

Usually, girls her age in other households were still spoiled little princesses!

With this thought, Mo Qishen’s eyes filled with a tinge of heartache.

Ni Yang laughed, “Brother Mo, what are you thinking about? Let me tell you, I’m very capable; these buckets of water are nothing to me.”

Just a few buckets of water, indeed, were of no concern to Ni Yang.

But the feeling of her boyfriend carrying the water instead of her was completely different.

It was a strange feeling that Ni Yang of the previous life had never experienced.

Mo Qishen looked at Ni Yang and said: “Yangyang, in the future, leave all the heavy work at home to me. If I’m not in Beijing, you can directly ask Wu Daming.”

Ni Yang replied, “I’m not a helpless damsel.”

Though she quite enjoyed the feeling, it was not necessary to leave everything for Mo Qishen to do.

If she relied on Mo Qishen for everything, wouldn’t she become just like a bird in a cage?

Moreover, love needs maintenance. If one becomes overly dependent on the other, the balance of love would be lost.