Transmigrated as My Aunt in the 70s
Chapter 76 - 075 The Jins

Chapter 76: 075 The Jins

In the evening, after returning home, Jin Duofu felt somewhat distracted. The Jin family in Jinkeng Village could be considered above average, and his father Jin Wangcai was an inherited bamboo craftsman. Since there was an abundance of bamboo in Jinkeng Village, there were many bamboo craftsmen in the village, but Jin Wangcai was the best among them. The cooling mats, bamboo baskets, and dustpans he made were not only beautiful, but also very durable.

That’s why when it was less busy with the farming work, Jin Wangcai would go to different villages and make house calls to weave cooling mats or other bamboo products. These items are necessities for the rural households, and Jin Wangcai was a famous bamboo craftsman in Wangjiazhen. His business was quite good, earning one yuan and five cents a day or trading for rice and other grain. The family was able to earn a decent sum over the course of a year. Therefore, the life of the Jin family was very good; at least they could eat to fullness, keep warm, and even had extra money to buy furniture.

Jin Duofu had three older sisters and one older brother, ranking fifth and being the youngest. Everyone in the family was very fond of this youngest child. When they saw that their youngest son was not his usual cheerful self during dinner but just bowed his head to eat, Jin Duofu’s mother Zhong Cuixu raised her hand to touch Jin Duofu’s forehead.

"It’s not hot, Xiao Wu, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"No." Jin Duofu muttered gloomily. He was after all just an 11-year-old child. Although nothing bad had happened that afternoon, the more he thought about the potential consequences, the more frightened he became, and he also felt very guilty. If Tian Sisi hadn’t stopped him, his parents and grandparents would have had to suffer along with him. That’s why Jin Duofu decided to become a silent person in the future, not saying an extra word again.

"If nothing’s wrong, why are you so quiet?" Granny Jin was also anxious—this little grandson was her life. Now that he was acting so differently, how could she not be worried? Granny Jin didn’t bother with her meal anymore, and walked over to Jin Duofu’s side, constantly murmuring, "He wasn’t frightened, was he? Should I go to the riverside later and call his spirit back for him?"

Grandpa Jin agreed too; he also thought that his little grandson was acting really strange. Seeing his family so concerned about him, yet aware that he almost brought disaster upon them, made Jin Duofu, overwhelmed with guilt, suddenly burst into tears.

"Grandpa, Granny, Daddy, Mama, I almost killed you all today. Wuu, I won’t talk anymore. I want to be mute."

Jin Duofu’s declaration left the Jin family members bewildered. Granny Jin thought that her little grandson must have been bewitched, otherwise how could he be saying such nonsensical things. Still, Jin Wangcai was calmer. He asked the grandparents and his wife to step back, and then he pulled his youngest son to his side and gently inquired.

"Xiao Wu, tell Daddy what happened today? How did you almost kill us?"

"Wuu, I made a phone call..." Jin Duofu, sobbing and hiccupping, shared the events that had happened at school that afternoon, scaring the entire Jin family.

Jin Wangcai, infuriated, picked up the bamboo broom from the corner and started hitting Jin Duofu, "You little bastard, are you trying to kill the whole family? Huh? Of all places, why did you call there? You little bastard, I might as well fucking kill you now to prevent future disasters for the family."

Jin Duofu did not beg for mercy. In his opinion, this was what he deserved. Being beaten by his father made him feel slightly better. Although everyone felt sorry for Jin Duofu, they knew that he really deserved the punishment this time. If it hadn’t been for the girl student named Tian Sisi who stopped Xiao Wu, the Jin family would have faced a catastrophic disaster. Uncle Jin Tian from the village is a bloody example! Uncle Jin Tian was the old man who sold tofu.

After about a dozen strikes, Jin Wangcai noticed his son wasn’t pleading for mercy like usual but was biting his lip and bearing it stoically, looking very pitiable. In the end, it was his own flesh and blood; the bamboo broom in Jin Wangcai’s hand got lighter with each hit, until finally, he couldn’t be bothered to strike anymore and threw the broom down, huffing angrily.

"Xiao Wu, you know the severity now, don’t you? Grandpa always said, it’s better to do things once than to speak ten times. This time, it was fortunate your classmate accidentally stopped you, otherwise it would not just be you, but our entire family would be afflicted. Xiao Wu, Grandpa hopes you really learn from this lesson!" Grandpa Jin said to Jin Duofu, who was kneeling on the ground, with great emphasis.

Jin Duofu nodded tearfully and non-stop, hating his own loose mouth. From then on, he changed as if he became a different person, becoming cautious and not speaking unless necessary. However, when it was time to speak, he would speak eloquently.

"Wangcai, we should properly thank that girl student, even though she doesn’t know it, but we owe her this favor," Grandpa Jin said, turning to speak to his son again.

Jin Wangcai kept nodding, "That makes sense, how about I visit that female classmate’s house tomorrow?"

"You whippersnapper, where does that female classmate of yours live?" Jin Wangcai yelled at his son.

"It’s Tian Sisi from Yuequan Village, known as Miss Shanghai. Her grandpa is an old revolutionary who killed Japanese invaders, and Mama knows her," Jin Duofu said in a choked voice.

Zhong Cuiyu, who married into Yuequan Village, suddenly understood when her son mentioned Miss Shanghai, "Oh, that family! Didn’t she used to be called Zhaodi? How come she’s now called Sisi?"

"She changed her name at the beginning of the school year. Now she’s called Tian Sisi, ’Sisi’ as in reflecting on the bitter and sweet."

"Miss Shanghai? Is her grandfather the one called Tian Liu Jin?" Grandpa Jin inquired his daughter-in-law.

"Yes, that’s Uncle Liu Jin. His brother, Uncle Bajin, is the secretary of Yuequan Village and has good relations with my daddy. Wangcai has even made mats at their house before. Their whole family is quite amiable. Why don’t I go with Wangcai tomorrow? It’s perfect since tomorrow is Saturday, and we can take Xiao Wu along. This gratitude has to be shown in person," Zhong Cuixu said with a smile.

"Alright, I’ll join you too. I’m not close with Tian Liu Jin, but I’m quite familiar with his brother, Tian Bajin. We’ve dined together several times. It was Tian Bajin’s wife who helped introduce you to Wangcai. This time, I should personally express our gratitude," Grandpa Jin said, touching his beard and smiling. He and Tian Bajin were close in age and stood out in the village, hence they shared a good friendship.

"That’s a good idea. I’ll go to the town and buy some presents first, then head over to the Tian Family together." Jin Wangcai was happy to hear it was Tian Manjin’s house. He had met Tian Manjin, Tian Mantu, and the other brothers a few times before and found them quite agreeable.

Tian Sisi was still taking a nap in bed when she was awakened by the bustling noise downstairs, and even before she could get up, Granny Zhao came upstairs to call her, "Ah Nan, get out of bed. A family of your schoolmates has come to visit. You can’t keep sleeping and let the guests laugh at us."

Classmates? Which classmate would come to visit at home? Tian Sisi, still not fully awake, let Granny Zhao dress her, and only after getting dressed did she remember to ask, "Granny, which classmate is it?"

"It seems his name is Jin Afu, his daddy is Jin Wangcai, his grandpa is Jin Man Yuan. They all know your second grand-uncle and daddy."

Tian Sisi giggled, Wangcai? Why does that name sound so familiar, kind of like one of Mr. Xing’s pets, right? And Jin Man Yuan, someone really wants to get rich, huh? This is too funny.

Seeing her granddaughter laugh, Granny Zhao also chuckled, "That name is indeed a bit amusing. I almost couldn’t hold back a laugh when your second grand-uncle first introduced them to me."

Granny quickly tied Tian Sisi’s hair and sent her downstairs promptly. Today, at home, Tian Sisi was wearing a dark red woolen mini-skirt which she designed herself, and Ai Qing made it out of the fabric He Xuewen had bought. She wore the same red leather shoes and white cotton socks that He Xuewen had someone purchase from Shanghai, somewhat resembling leggings from the future. Her upper body was still dressed in the same light yellow sweater, an outfit that wouldn’t be outdated even in future decades, let alone in the countryside of the 1970s.

Tian Sisi, yawning, walked down the stairs. The Jin family members were sitting below, having a lively conversation with the Old Man and Uncle Bajin. Zhong Boqiang was there too, and one of the women in her forties was even calling him Daddy. This startled Tian Sisi. Is the world really this small? She hadn’t heard her mother mention in her past life that the unlucky child was Zhong Boqiang’s grandson.

PS: Thanks to the kids pretending to be so good 5, I Love Myself XX, Youzi is so handsome, and Qibu Zhi!

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