My Wife Came From A Thousand Years Ago

Chapter 60: Good Brothers

Chapter 60: Good Brothers

It snowed for three days before the sun finally peeked out.

Xu Qing, who had been diligently practicing martial arts at home, couldn’t stand it anymore. He took Jiang He, who was happily playing games, outside for some fresh air, and they decided to stop by his family home for a meal.

He was determined to make Jiang He his girlfriend and, sooner or later, introduce her to his family. This was a perfect opportunity—the heavy snow had halted Xu Wenbin’s excavation work, so there was no overtime, and he’d been coming home early for the past few days.

“Don’t get nervous later. We’re just going to eat and chat... You came from a rural village in Zhejiang to work, got it?”

“Got it.”

Jiang He was wrapped in a fluffy down jacket, a matching fluffy hat, and the fuzzy earmuffs Xu Qing had bought for her. She looked like a little puffball, sliding along the street like a child.

The snow hadn’t melted yet, but the thin layer of compacted snow from the passing vehicles made the road slippery, perfect for a bit of skating.

“Is it fun?” Xu Qing couldn’t understand her. She’d been cold and distant when she first arrived, but now she was getting livelier. Had she finally loosened up?

“Yeah!” Jiang He nodded, jogging forward a few steps and sliding far ahead.

“You never played like this before?”

“Uh-huh...”

She looked down at her shoes, and Xu Qing immediately understood.

Those old straw shoes she used to wear would freeze her toes off, even if they didn’t fall apart. Nothing like the warm cotton shoes and socks she had now.

In her time, snow like this was a disaster—roads blocked, people and livestock freezing to death. Those with extra food could stay by the fire and endure it, while those without had to huddle in drafty shacks and hope for the best or brave the snow to gather firewood.

Sitting by the fire, sipping warm wine, and admiring the snow might sound beautiful, but for those delivering coal, even the mules would slip several times, let alone people.

“Alright, that’s enough. Let’s get in the car.”

The Didi they had booked was waiting nearby. Xu Qing tucked his hands into his sleeves and led Jiang He over, feeling like a father figure.

Once inside the warm car, Jiang He shrank her neck, cupped her hands, and blew on them for warmth, her eyes darting around curiously.

She had already Baidu’d what a car was. It was pretty much what Xu Qing had said: stick a motor... oh, a ma-da into a vehicle, and it could run. She just didn’t know where they put it.

The driver in the front looked quite comfortable—warm, no need to freeze outside, and no need to pull the vehicle. Just sit there and turn the steering wheel.

“Can I do this job?” Jiang He whispered in Xu Qing’s ear.

“Great name!” Xu Qing gave him a thumbs-up.

“Wait a sec, Qingzi, come here.”

Qin Maocai called him over, lowered his voice, and said, “Teach Haozi a few tricks when you can. Don’t just... you know?” He glanced at Jiang He, nudging Xu Qing with his shoulder.

“Of course, no doubt about it.” Xu Qing replied confidently, then shifted gears. “But Uncle, with Haozi’s job, he barely has time off. He’s always on the go.”

“Yeah, tell me about it!” Qin Maocai slapped his thigh.

“That’s tricky. His workplace is full of guys. Tsk tsk...” Xu Qing shook his head solemnly. “Uncle, Haozi is too honest. You really need to set him up on some blind dates.”

“Blind dates, huh?”

“Yup.”

“Hmm, I’ll have to think about that.”

“You definitely should!” Xu Qing encouraged. “Look at his job—a civil servant, a steady career. That’s prime dating material. If he tries finding someone on his own, he’s too stiff, talks like he’s interrogating people. Not reliable.”

“Hey, you’re right...” Qin Maocai thought it over and realized Xu Qing had a point.

That kid had no clue how to talk to girls, especially now that he was a police officer. He had even less time. Dating a female officer? Yeah, right. Dream on.

In both families’ eyes, Qin Hao and Xu Qing were the “model children.” Xu Wenbin liked Qin Hao for being dependable, while Qin Maocai liked Xu Qing for being successful, somehow living well without a steady job.

“Uncle, think it over. We’ll head home.” Xu Qing waved goodbye, adding, “His job is secure, he’s strong, and he’s reliable. That’s attractive. Arrange a few dates for him!”

“Alright, get going!”

Qin Maocai waved them off, strolling slowly with Xiongba. After that chat, his mind was spinning with ideas.

He used to think being a community officer wasn’t impressive. But now? A civil servant, with job security, benefits, and subsidies—that was a good catch. The boy’s only flaw was being too quiet. He definitely needed some help.

“Let’s go home.”

Xu Qing naturally took Jiang He’s arm—not daring to hold her hand yet. Baby steps.

“What were you talking about?” Jiang He asked curiously. Xu Qing seemed oddly pleased.

“Nothing much, just solving a life problem for a friend.”

Good brothers don’t need thanks.