Married to a Disabled Man in the 70's

When Song Qinghan looked at her uneasy expression, he felt that his injury caused it, so he became more obedient. He stuck to her all afternoon and followed wherever she went. Even when she went to the bathroom, he waited at the door.

Sun Fang and the others came over to tell Su Jiaojiao not to be lazy and do more work. As Song Qinghan had suffered an injury, she shouldn’t push work to him and let him rest and recover.

Su Jiaojiao naturally nodded. In front of her parents, she was always a good girl.

In the afternoon, the village became lively.

The captain shouted in the village with a big loudspeaker, asking everyone to go to the rice field to split the meat, while sneakily praising the hero. [Thanks to Comrade Song Qinghan for killing the wild boar, otherwise, the wild boar would’ve harmed the crops. We must all thank Comrade Song Qinghan…]

Su Jiaojiao, who was washing the vegetables and preparing to cook, was taken aback, looked at Song Qinghan, and smiled, “Let’s go and get our share.”

“Yeah.” Song Qinghan took a peek at her, saw that she was really happy, and smiled, and the two went out together holding hands.

When they went out, it was like a mob of fans coming out to greet their favourite celebrity.

Along the way, people came to talk to Song Qinghan. If he hadn’t held Su Jiaojiao’s hand tightly, she would have been squeezed aside.

“Oh, you’re such a capable kid. You killed a wild boar alone!”

“Jiaojiao is also a blessed child. She is married to Qinghan and will live a good life in the future and give birth to a healthy boy…”

Su Jiaojiao blushed and smiled shyly as she remembered the matchmaker system’s take. It took all of her willpower not to run away to hide in a hole.

Song Qinghan, who had been thanked so often, turned red as well. Fortunately, not many people noticed it due to his darker skin, but his expression was clearly a little unnatural.

The passersby who didn’t know what the couple were thinking shook their heads one by one: “They have been married for half a year, so why are they still so shy?”

After that, when the two followed the group of people to the rice field, they were surrounded by others. They were different from those who were purely looking on before. They bowed down gratefully one by one, “Qinghan, if it weren’t for you, most of my family would’ve died, it’s all thanks to you…”

“Qinghan, my house was also saved by you. You’re such a good person…”

“It’s okay, it was the right thing to do.” Song Qinghan responded softly.

Su Jiaojiao watched from the sidelines. Although she was also in the center of liveliness, she wasn’t as embarrassed as her husband. After all, she was not the one being praised.

But when a group of people looked at them with envy, kindness and gratitude of their eyes, Su Jiaojiao suddenly felt a little proud.

She tilted her head to look at the man next to her. Song Qinghan really is an excellent man. He deserves to be my significant other! [1][2]

Song Qinghan keenly noticed the different gazes from the villagers. His ears twitched and turned slightly red. There was a trace of shyness hidden in his eyes, but he held his head even taller.

…

Everyone shared the meat according to the work points they earned this year, but as Song Qinghan killed the wild boar, he was given an entire foreleg. The hunk of meat was several times larger than what was given to others.

And there are only two people in their family!

Many people felt indignant at first, but didn’t refute after they thought of what he did.

Su Jiaojiao originally wanted to carry the meat back home, but she was strong enough, so she could only let the injured Song Qinghan help.

Fortunately, Su Jianhua and Su Jianjun also came soon. As Song Qinghan was the one who killed the boar, they offered to help, “Jiaojiao’s parents told us to come and help.”

Zhang Qian followed. When she listened to her husband’s words, she immediately smacked her forehead helplessly. Why did that idiot make up his parents as an excuse?

Armos D. Platypus: Meat.

[1] Italics are monolouging.

[2] …C’mon, you’re not the one who needs to be judging.