Siheyuan: Forced to exchange rooms with Qin Huairu at the beginning

"If you've thought about it, uncle, just ask for the radio ticket."

Zhang Zhiqiang nodded in confirmation.

Logically speaking, the radio must have a higher technological content. The main reason why it is not as good as a sewing machine is its lack of durability.

After all, a radio is an entertainment device, and one costs less than a hundred dollars. But a sewing machine is different. It is really easy to use and can sew clothes very quickly, and one costs more than a hundred dollars.

The value of the ticket itself also determines that sewing a plane ticket is more difficult than a radio ticket, because normal people will basically choose to sew a plane ticket.

But for Zhang Zhiqiang, the radio ticket is what he needs now. His wife will not work next year. Although Ran's mother is taking care of the family, it is impossible for her to talk all the time. Where can he find so many topics to talk about?

Reading is a good idea, but reading all the time is not good for the eyes. The best way is to find a new entertainment object, and the radio is the best choice.

"Okay then. I'll go talk to Director Yang and see if I can get you a radio instead."

Qiu Ming nodded and agreed. It was not a difficult task.

Then Zhang Zhiqiang chatted with Qiu Ming and Aunt Zhou for a while, had dinner at Aunt Zhou's house, and then said goodbye.

Before leaving, Zhang Zhiqiang told Aunt Zhou that there was a couplet written by his father-in-law inside and asked them to post it, then he rode his bike home.

It gets dark quickly in winter, and it was almost dark when Zhang Zhiqiang returned to the courtyard.

When they returned home, the family had already eaten, but Ran Qiuye was afraid that Zhang Zhiqiang had not eaten, so she left some food for him.

"Are you back? I left some food in the pot for you."

After opening the door, Ran Qiuye looked at Zhang Zhiqiang with a smile, especially when she saw Zhang Zhiqiang riding his bicycle, she laughed even louder.

"What are you laughing at, naughty boy!"

Zhang Zhiqiang pushed his bicycle in and slapped Ran Qiuye on the butt.

Ran Qiuye's face turned red immediately.

"What are you doing? My parents are still here."

Ran Qiuye said angrily.

"Hehe, a little fun between husband and wife."

Zhang Zhiqiang turned around and gave Ran Qiuye an evil smile.

"What fun is that? Tell me, where did you go today?"

Ran Qiuye slapped Zhang Zhiqiang on the shoulder. Ran's father and mother had already gone to the small room, so the two of them could let off some steam.

"I went to my master's house, and then to Aunt Zhou's house. I also had dinner at Aunt Zhou's house, and I discovered something magical."

Zhang Zhiqiang reported his itinerary to his wife.

"What's so magical?"

Ran Qiuye asked curiously.

"Aunt Zhou is pregnant."

"What? Pregnant?"

Ran Qiuye was a little shocked. Aunt Zhou is already in her forties, how can she still get pregnant? It's amazing.

"Yes, probably only two or three months ago. It looks like they just found out, but they are both very happy."

Zhang Zhiqiang nodded and said.

"Of course, I will be happy if I have a child."

Ran Qiuye subconsciously touched her bulging belly. As an expectant mother, she could especially understand that feeling.

I don’t know what happened recently. Although they haven’t met yet, Ran Qiuye feels that she likes the baby in her belly more and more, and instead finds Zhang Zhiqiang a bit annoying.

"I was planning to wait until the baby was born and then become sworn brothers with Aunt Zhou's child, but Aunt Zhou didn't want to and even beat me."

Zhang Zhiqiang helped Ran Qiuye to the sofa, put his head on Ran Qiuye's belly and said.

"Of course I don't want to. Let's call her Aunt Zhou and Uncle."

"It stands to reason that our children should call other children uncle."

Ran Qiuye patted Zhang Zhiqiang on the head. She had no idea what this man was thinking all day.

The two chatted for a while and Ran Qiuye felt sleepy. As a pregnant woman, she was always sleepy. Zhang Zhiqiang helped Ran Qiuye lie down on the bed.

After adding a few pieces of charcoal into the stove, I went to sleep. I was quite tired after running around outside all afternoon.

Silent all night.

The next day, Zhang Zhiqiang got up early and found that it was still dark outside.

The daybreaks were getting later, but not so late that I looked carefully and found it was snowing.

The snow was not falling at all, but it started to fall very heavily. It was white outside and the vision was blocked.

Zhang Zhiqiang observed the situation and realized that the road must be cleared, but it was not yet fully light, so Zhang Zhiqiang simply decided to sleep for a while.

Before his sleepiness disappeared, Zhang Zhiqiang fell asleep again quickly.

"Hubby, hubby, wake up, it's snowing outside."

Ran Qiuye pushed Zhang Zhiqiang hard to wake him up and asked him to watch the snow with her.

"It's just snowing, my dear, you're not from the south, why are you so excited?"

After waking up, Zhang Zhiqiang asked, we are all from the old city, isn't it like this every winter, what's there to be excited about?

"What? You weren't there when it snowed before. This is the first time it snowed since we got married."

Zhang Zhiqiang's ignorance did not affect Ran Qiuye's mood, and she was still happily watching the snow outside the window.

"I am not sensible in saying that. My wife, you are right. Today is January 18th. We should commemorate it every year in the future."

After Zhang Zhiqiang finished speaking, he got out of bed, took out a notebook, and wrote something down.

"What? Why do we have to commemorate this?"

Ran Qiuye said coquettishly.

"Because this is the first time it snowed since we got married. Every first time with you is worth remembering."

Zhang Zhiqiang responded with a smile and put the notebook back into the drawer.

"Hubby, you are so nice, come and help me down, I want to hug you."

Ran Qiuye was very moved and prepared to give Zhang Zhiqiang a hug of love.

"Come hold me in bed for a while. The stove is out and it's cold down there. I'll light the stove for you later."

Zhang Zhiqiang went to the bedside and hugged Ran Qiuye. He forgot to add carbon when he woke up this morning, so the stove was out.

The downside of this era was that people could only rely on stoves for heating in winter, which was not as convenient as the small solar air conditioners and floor heating in later generations.

After lighting the stove, Zhang Zhiqiang helped Ran Qiuye down from the bed, took her to wash up, then helped his wife sit on the sofa and considerately gave her a novel.

"Wife, someone is sweeping the snow outside. I'll go sweep the snow outside our door first."

Zhang Zhiqiang greeted Ran Qiuye and said that the snow was falling too heavily and they must clear it, otherwise the road would be impassable in a while.

"Okay, then go ahead, husband. I'm willing to give you my gloves to wear."

Ran Qiuye considerately put her cute gloves on Zhang Zhiqiang's hands, and they could barely fit him because Zhang Zhiqiang's hands were relatively big.

This was made by Ran's mother for Ran Qiuye. Zhang Zhiqiang also has one, but since my wife said so, it must be worn by my wife.

"Mum~"

"Thank you, wife. I'll go first."

Zhang Zhiqiang kissed Ran Qiuye and went out to sweep the snow.

"Brother Damao, it's so early?"

Zhang Zhiqiang went out and saw that Xu Damao had already started sweeping the snow. He was surprised that he had not slept in.

"That's right, everyone is out, let's clean it up quickly."

Xu Damao was working hard to clear the snow in front of the door.

Zhang Zhiqiang saw that it was true. Almost every household in the backyard had come out. The second uncle Liu Haizhong was standing on the steps, directing his two sons to sweep the snow. He acted like a leader and it seemed like he had the opportunity to satisfy his official desire.