Chapter 877: Taking It One Step at a Time

Wang Dazhu's piercing words directly shattered Wang An's excuses.

Mainly because what Wang Dazhu said was flawless; they both went to school, studied together, and worked together, so why was the other person able to get good grades?

Of course, even putting aside the quality of the grades, wasn't it a bit hard to justify when he could mess up even the simplest characters?

Fortunately, Wang An had one redeeming quality: when he found himself unable to argue, he would simply enter a state of "playing dead." No matter what you said, he would act as if he hadn't heard a thing.

Wang Dazhu understood Wang An's temperament, so seeing Wang An remain silent and focused on his writing, he simply glared at him and stopped talking.

Meanwhile, Mu Xueqing and Liu Guilan just stood there laughing at Wang An, but Wang An remained completely oblivious, showing no reaction whatsoever.

And so, after Wang An wrote several pages for Wang Yi and corrected countless typos and wrong characters, he finally led Mu Xueqing back to their own house.

Once back in the house belonging to the two of them, Wang An mentioned his idea of hiring a few people to work to Mu Xueqing.

Of course, Wang An added some new thoughts: after the work in the crop fields was finished, he wanted to continue hiring people to work at home.

The work at home would mainly consist of raising the livestock or planting some vegetables in the back garden.

After all, while these tasks weren't exhausting, they were tedious and fragmented.

As a result, Wang Dazhu and his wife, along with Mu Xueqing, were basically never idle these days; it felt as though the three of them were constantly busy working.

If they weren't feeding the livestock and giving them water, they were cleaning up various animal droppings in the pens.

After listening, Mu Xueqing spoke with a face full of hesitation and worry

"If you do this, wouldn't that be equivalent to being a landlord from the old days? If people find out, won't our family be targeted?"

Hearing this, Wang An sucked in his teeth sharply.

He had to admit that this kind of thing was easier said than heard.

Although things had opened up quite a bit, spending money to hire people to work at this time was still a matter that attracted a lot of attention.

Because even for small workshops or small shops, there was a limit to the number of people they could employ.

As an ordinary commoner, Wang An indeed needed to be careful about such things.

Hadn't people as powerful as Wu Dong, Wang Shuai, and Zhang Shuya avoided spending money to hire people for cooking or cleaning at home?

There was no helping it; sometimes there were many things that simply could not be done. One wrong move, and you could easily find yourself ruined.

After pondering for a long while, Wang An finally said

"Then we'll just find 'helpers,' and give them some grain as food for their help. The task is the same, but this phrasing is more acceptable. Providing meals for helpers is perfectly fine; nominally, they are helpers, not hired employees."

Truth be told, while word games were fake, everyone had to play them. You couldn't avoid it; you had to know how to play, and how to play it well.

After hearing this, Mu Xueqing still tried to dissuade him

"I still feel it's unnecessary. Look at the livestock we have; there aren't that many, the work isn't much, and it's not exhausting. Once I've given birth, I can take over everything myself."

As Mu Xueqing finished speaking, Wang An looked into her eyes and couldn't help but be dazed.

He had to admit that Mu Xueqing was absolutely a perfect woman.

In terms of looks, she was unrivaled in Heilongjiang province; her figure was nearly perfect, and her personality was one in a hundred. Most importantly, when it came to managing a household, Mu Xueqing was absolutely a frugal and capable woman.

Of course, regarding her personality, he was referring to the fact that Mu Xueqing could tolerate Wang An fooling around with other women.

Subconsciously, Wang An spoke from the bottom of his heart

"Wife, you're truly wonderful. Being able to marry you is definitely a blessing I've earned over eight lifetimes."

He wasn't lying at all; when Wang An said this, there wasn't a shred of sentimental intent; he was simply stating a fact.

Since they were already an old married couple, if he had a desire, he could just go straight for a kiss; there was no need for sentimentality.

However, Mu Xueqing didn't take the bait and instead continued

"Anyway, I feel there's no need to hire anyone right now."

Wang An nodded gently, his face looking thoughtful.

Doing ideological work on Mu Xueqing was already this difficult; wouldn't it be even harder to convince Wang Dazhu and his wife?

He could only take it one step at a time.

As they spoke, the two of them undressed and went to sleep.

It must be said that suddenly switching to a more spacious place to sleep felt quite different.

The key was that in this entire 200-square-meter house, there were only Wang An and Mu Xueqing. Such conditions were absolutely the best for "shelling the cannon."

There was no need to suppress certain sounds; they could toss and turn completely without restraint.

Just thinking about it made it feel incredibly wonderful.

Unfortunately, Wang An could only think about it.

Because currently, Mu Xueqing could not perform any movement that was even slightly vigorous, mainly because her belly was a bit too large.

To be honest, Wang An sometimes wondered if Mu Xueqing was carrying twins.

The reason for this suspicion was that in Wang An's memory, many women's bellies were only as large as Mu Xueqing's current one when they were almost ready to deliver.

One had to realize that based on her last period, Mu Xueqing was currently just a few days shy of seven months pregnant.

While it could be because Mu Xueqing was living too well and had excessive nutrition, a seven-month belly being nearly the size of a full-term one was indeed a bit perplexing.

Of course, this was just Wang An's guess. If they were twins, Wang An would definitely wake up laughing even in his dreams.

And so, while continuously pondering various things in his head, Wang An fell asleep holding the naked Mu Xueqing.

The night passed without incident, and dawn arrived in the blink of an eye.

After breakfast, Wang Dazhu and his wife drove the horse carriage to the fields to work.

After filling the sidecar motorcycle with fuel, Wang An rode it toward the county town.

For a journey of over 30 li, it took Wang An only fifteen or sixteen minutes to arrive.

Mainly, the gravel road prevented him from picking up speed; otherwise, Wang An could have ridden even faster.

When Wang An arrived at Wu Dong's house, it wasn't even 7 o'clock, and the main gate was not yet open, meaning Wu Dong might not be up yet.

Consequently, Wang An leaned against the gate and started shouting.

Actually, at this time, anyone with a regular job should have been up long ago, but Wu Dong had no fixed working hours.

When he wasn't busy, he might not even go to the office, and when he was busy, he hardly ever made it home.