Drama Couple in the 80s

Chapter 31

On the second day of their marriage, as expected, the newlyweds slept in late.

Their new bed, although not as luxurious as a Simmons mattress, was made comfortable with a thick straw mat and topped with fresh cotton bedding. Compared to their previous small wooden beds, it provided several times more ease and relaxation.

Moreover, during their wedding night, like parched land receiving sweet rain, the young couple inevitably... exerted themselves quite a bit.

At dawn, the little village awakened to the customary crowing of roosters, the clatter of pots, pans, and utensils weaving a symphony of daily life. Jiang Ya seemed already accustomed to this routine after hearing the bustling sounds from the yard, she groggily nudged He Cheng but found herself too weary to muster much energy, every pore screaming for sleep.

In response, He Cheng merely stirred, unconsciously pulling her closer in his embrace.

"Get up?" Jiang Ya asked, stifling a yawn.

"Go back to sleep, I've already requested wedding leave from the captain," He Cheng mumbled, holding her with one arm while gently patting her with the other, as if soothing a child.

With that, both closed their eyes and prepared to continue sleeping.

Suddenly, a loud clang echoed from the yard—a piercing sound likely caused by metal striking against metal, distinctly audible amidst the quiet dawn.

For a moment, He Cheng froze, his consciousness snapping back to reality. Frowning, he opened his eyes. Jiang Ya instinctively shrank deeper under the covers, like an ostrich burying its head, seeking refuge at his chest.

He Cheng pulled the blanket higher, covering Jiang Ya's ears, leaving only the top of her dark hair visible. With a furrowed brow, he glanced towards the door.

This sounded unmistakably like two galvanized iron buckets colliding. Having spent countless days fetching water during the drought, his experience told him it couldn't have been an accidental bump while carrying the buckets; there was a clear hint of intent behind it.

Fuck! He Cheng silently swore under his breath before finally letting go of the young wife nestled in his arms and getting out of bed. With slippers dragging along, he opened the door.

As expected, Shao Chunlai stood in the courtyard holding a yoke pole, preparing to carry two galvanized iron buckets for fetching water.

Without saying anything, He Cheng leaned against the door frame, casting an unwelcoming glare at Shao Chunlai. Their eyes met for a few tense seconds before Shao Chunlai turned away. He Cheng then shifted his gaze towards Shao Baokui emerging from the house.

"Dacheng, it's time for work... You two still haven't gotten up?" Bao Lanxiang hesitated slightly before speaking.

"I've taken wedding leave from the captain," He Cheng replied.

He didn't care whether the production brigade officially recognized such leaves; he had requested one nonetheless, accompanied by a pack of sweets as tradition dictated. Specifically, he had deliberately asked for five days off.

Moreover, in the village, newlywed couples typically did not return to work the day after their marriage if their elders were understanding.

"Oh, oh..." Bao Lanxiang paused momentarily and said, "Then you both, just stay home and rest, take some time off."

He Cheng turned around, closed the door securely, and went back inside.

Shao Chunlai shot Bao Lanxiang a frustrated glare, feeling like she was missing the mark, and protested, "Mother..."