A domineering country girl flirts with her son, and Commander Huo can't resist.

Chapter 91 I'll lend you the car and the money

Seeing Qiao An return, Feng Sanqiang was puzzled.

"What are you going to do?"

"Take me to see your grandmother."

"what?"

Feng Sanqiang's blank stare, coupled with his bald head, made him look somewhat comical.

"What are you standing there for? Take me to see your grandma. If what you just said is true, I might consider letting you have the tricycle." Qiao An got off the tricycle and walked in the direction he had pointed.

"Is that your house over there?"

Feng Sanqiang snapped out of his daze and quickly jogged to catch up. "Yes, yes, that's my house. I'll take you there now."

Soon they arrived at a dilapidated courtyard.

The gate was made of wooden planks, with a two-finger-width gap between each plank.

Feng Sanqiang opened the door and led Qiao An inside.

After parking and locking the tricycle, Feng Sanqiang instructed one of his henchmen, "Xiao Lei, you watch the vehicle here for this lady. This area isn't safe; we don't want anyone stealing it."

The man called Xiao Lei patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Brother Sanqiang."

There was only one room in the small courtyard, with a shed made of discarded plastic sheeting on the side, and a clay stove inside.

Feng Sanqiang opened the door, and Qiao An saw a thick curtain made of a large cotton quilt in front of the door.

It was obviously to prevent the cold wind from blowing in.

The room was tidy and organized; the furniture was old but clean.

There wasn't even any loose soil on the ground.

The windows were covered with several layers of newspaper, and the temperature inside the room was much higher than outside.

"Is Sanqiang back?" came an old voice from the inner room.

"Grandma, it's me."

Feng Sanqiang turned to look at Qiao An, "My grandma has trouble walking, so she sits on the kang (heated brick bed) inside during the day."

After saying that, Feng Sanqiang pushed open the door to the inner room.

Qiao An followed him inside, and as soon as she turned her head, she saw an old woman with white hair and a wrinkled face sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Her hair was combed meticulously and styled into a low bun at the back of her head.

Although her eyebrows and eyes look old, judging from her bone structure, she must have been a very beautiful woman when she was young.

She was wearing a gray-blue coarse cotton-padded jacket, and a quilt was covering her legs.

The old lady wasn't idle; a pile of scraps of cloth surrounded her as she bent down to sew a cloth wallet.

Hearing footsteps, the old woman looked up and saw a strange woman.

"Sanqiang, who is this...?"

Just as Feng Sanqiang was struggling with how to explain, Qiao An sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

"Grandma, my name is Qiao An. I usually sell things at the black market."

"Feng Sanqiang wanted to buy a tricycle, and I happened to have one. I planned to sell it to him, and he brought me to his house to get the money."

Upon hearing this, the old lady waved her hands repeatedly, "Young comrade, Sanqiang won't buy a tricycle. I'm so sorry to have made you come all this way for nothing."

"Grandma!" Feng Sanqiang's neck turned red with anxiety. "We must buy the tricycle! And you must go to the county to see a doctor!"

"Sanqiang, I know my own body. Going to the county town every week costs a lot of money. You might as well save this money to help you get a wife later."

"Grandma, don't be stubborn. Listen to Sanqiang. The doctor said that as long as you keep going for treatment and taking medicine, you'll be able to walk again next year," Dabao said, his eyes full of worry.

"Dabao, Sanqiang, don't you listen to Grandma anymore?" The old lady pretended to be angry.

"I'll listen to you if you're right, but I won't listen to you if you're wrong this time." Feng Sanqiang turned his head away in a huff, refusing to look at her.

The old lady smiled awkwardly and looked at Qiao An with some embarrassment.

"Young man, we really aren't buying. Why don't you go check out the black market again? Don't let this interfere with your business."

The old lady had a kind face and spoke softly yet forcefully, looking like a well-educated young lady from a wealthy family.

Once an elderly person makes a decision, they are unlikely to change it easily, and Joan didn't intend to persuade her.

"Okay, Grandma, you rest well, I'll be going now."

When Qiao An got up and walked to Feng Sanqiang's side, she whispered something.

"Come out with me."

Feng Sanqiang was momentarily distracted, then quickly followed.

They came into the courtyard.

Xiao Lei sat in the back of the tricycle, guarding the vehicle.

Tell me in detail what happened to your grandmother's illness.

"By the way, is you her only relative? Does she have no other children?"

Feng Sanqiang sighed, and Da Bao came running over.

"Grandma had two sons. The eldest son died a few years ago, and the second son doesn't care about her."

"Actually, we are not Grandma's grandchildren. Our parents died early, and Grandma was kind-hearted and raised the three of us at home. Although we are not her biological children, it's almost the same."

"Why doesn't the second son care? This is his own mother." Qiao An frowned.

Xiao Lei jumped off the tricycle. "Second Uncle thought Grandma was too kind and complained that we were taking up their food rations. He threatened Grandma that if she continued to support us, he would cut off all ties with her. Grandma...Grandma really cut off all ties with Second Uncle for our sake."

Feng Sanqiang kept his head down, his eyes red.

"It's my fault for being incompetent." Feng Sanqiang wiped his eyes.

"We used to work for Haozi, managing the black market for him, and we could earn some money each month. Now that Haozi is in jail, the three of us don't have any proper jobs, so... so..."

"I'll lend you my tricycle," Joan suddenly said.

"What did you say?" Feng Sanqiang suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a strange light.

"I said I'd lend it to you until your grandmother recovers."

After saying that, Qiao An took out her wallet from her pocket, opened it, and pulled out a hundred yuan.

"This money is also a loan from you. Consider it as money for your grandmother's medical treatment. If it's not enough, just let me know."

Feng Sanqiang stared at the ten ten-yuan bills in disbelief, not daring to accept them.

Joan simply shoved it into his hand, saying, "I already told you it's a loan, and you have to pay it back later."

The money in his hand was still warm from his body. Feng Sanqiang, who had been holding back his tears for so long, finally let them fall. "Big sister, thank you! Thank you so much!"

"Now my grandma's legs are saved!"

Qiao An, who had been smiling, suddenly looked dejected.

"If you call me 'big sister' again, I won't lend you the money!"

She's only in her early twenties, and Qian Sanqiang looks older than her, yet he keeps calling her "Big Sister," it's infuriating!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Qian Sanqiang laughed at his own foolishness. "I've come to regard you as my elder sister."

"From now on, I'll do whatever you ask me to do, even if it means going through fire and water."

Da Bao and Xiao Lei stood on either side of him. "The same goes for us."

Qiao An covered her mouth and laughed, not forgetting to glare at them, "I'm not a gangster, why would I go through fire and water?"

The reason she lent the tricycle to Feng Sanqiang was...

Firstly, it was because of his filial piety, and secondly, he genuinely didn't need the car at the moment.

As for the money, we can just deduct it from his salary later.

Just now, an idea popped into Qiao An's mind.

Her storage space was already filled with vegetables and fruits, as well as an almost brand-new bicycle.

With the vegetable and fruit gardens about to yield another harvest, there's no point in keeping these vegetables and fruits piled up in the warehouse.

To sell, one must go to the black market; Joan needs a stable black market.

There's no one in charge in Dongjiawan now, it's in complete chaos.

If things continue like this, this place might become deserted, and then she won't have anywhere to sell the things in her space.