Yu Xiangqin finally decided to marry Zhao Zhuangshi.
Returning to the city was far away, and she had given up looking forward to it. Even if she can return to the city, her parents are just ordinary workers, and she can't find a job at all and can only eat at home.
In that case, the pressure on the family will be too great.
And Zhao Zhuangshi...
Although he is quite an asshole and has a lot of messy problems, looking at his thoughtful concern for his mother and sister, he is not bad to the core.
Yu Xiangqin was not a nagging person. After she made her decision, she stopped thinking about it and took care of Zhao Zhuangshi while preparing for the wedding.
Their wedding was scheduled for a month later, because Widow Zhao heard that the Yu family had almost emptied their family fortune, and thought that Yu Xiangqin would have no money to go home for the New Year this year, so she decided not to wait any longer and married her into the family as early as possible. Let the girl have a family.
Widow Zhao did not hide the fact that the Yu family paid for Zhao Zhuangshi's medicine, and she said carelessly that it was because her father-in-law loved her son-in-law.
This word spread to everyone from far and wide, and it had both advantages and disadvantages.
The good thing is that Yu Xiangqin won't have the reputation of selling herself because she couldn't afford the medicine;
The bad thing is that Zhao Zhuangshi has become a soft rice man who is willing to sacrifice a leg to eat soft food.
Widow Zhao has long been used to hearing gossip, and she can be rude. No one dares to make irresponsible remarks in front of her, and she doesn't care what is said behind her back.
As for Zhao Zhuangshi...
He was still immersed in the confusion of suddenly having a daughter-in-law, and he had no idea that he, the former village tyrant, had become a joke after dinner.
In this regard, Widow Zhao said that anyway, he was in the health center and could not hear her. Even if he heard it, he wouldn't be afraid. Anyway, he couldn't afford to fight anymore.
Widow Zhao herself was not idle either. In addition to collecting candy and meat for the wedding, she also went to Uncle Li to order a wardrobe and desk.
She had long said that she wanted to build a large wardrobe for her daughter-in-law. As for why she added an extra desk——
Widow Zhao added that her daughter-in-law was an educated youth and a teacher in a literacy class. She had nothing to do but read and write, so she had to have a table! Doesn’t the daughter-in-law of Lao He’s primary school teacher also have a desk? What? Literacy class teachers don’t need it? Why don’t you use it? She said you can use it if you need it!
Others said that Widow Zhao had never seen her daughter-in-law in eight lifetimes, and she wished she could pluck all the stars in the sky for her.
As Yu Xiangqin listened and watched, the smile on her lips grew day by day.
Because she was getting married, the educated youth spot was also busy. She is not the first educated youth to get married, but it is a rare happy event.
On Sunday, the day off, several girls huddled on the kang in the front yard to peel peanuts. Zheng Shan was also taken over by Lin Nianhe. The little girl occupied a corner of the kang table next to Lin Nianhe to do her homework.
While they were chattering, Wang Hong opened the door and came in.
"Hey, it's freezing to death."
Wang Hong walked in quickly, put her hand on the head of the kang, and said casually: "Everyone is here, just in time. I have something to ask you."
"Aunt Wang, eat peanuts." Lin Nianhe grabbed a small handful of peanut kernels and handed them over.
"I won't eat." Wang Hong waved her hands, sat on the kang and said, "The textile factory is looking for people who can do needlework and make hairpins. They give you ten cents for each one. I've seen that work and it's not that difficult. , will you do it?”
The textile factory has been struggling with this matter for several days. There are a lot of strict requirements, which makes Wang Hong very tired.
None of the three people in the backyard are interested in this matter, especially Wen Lan. Her head hurts when she hears the word "head flower".
Wen Qingqing and Wen Ruoran looked at each other with little interest. The two of them had never done needlework at home, and the salary of ten cents each was really not attractive to them.
Yu Xiangqin recovered from her silly state in an instant, raised her hand high: "I'll do it, I'll do it!"
Wang Hong looked at her, pursed her lips, and said teasingly: "Okay, I'll mark it down for you. You and your mother-in-law are also companions."
Yu Xiangqin's face turned red symbolically.
She has heard this too much recently and has long been immune to it.
Wang Xue and Miao Hongqi looked at each other for a long time, and finally Wang Xue asked: "Aunt Wang, is there a quantity requirement for this job?"
"No, you can get as much as you can, and pay as much as you pay." Wang Hong knew what they were worried about, and continued, "If you two know how to sew and thread, just do it. You will be given sew and thread, so you don't need to add anything."
"Okay, I'll do it." Miao Hongqi said immediately.
"I can do it too." Wang Xue also said.
"Okay, I'll mark it down for you all." Wang Hong lowered her eyes and wrote down the names, "What about you? I'm so good at remembering Xiaolan."
Wen Lan waved her hands repeatedly: "No, don't count me out. I'll make Hezi's head hurt just thinking about it!"
But then she thought about it and changed her mind: "I'd better do it, count me in!"
"Why do you think it's the same thing as it is? Should you do it or not?"
"Do, I do!"
Wen Lan's eyes became firm.
Just now she was dizzy remembering the fear of being dominated by Lin Nianhe. It's great to make a hair flower. It's small and not afraid of people seeing it. She can take it to school and do it when there is no class!
Isn’t a dime still money?
"What about you?" Wang Hong looked at the four people who remained silent.
Lin Nianhe stuffed a peanut into Zheng Shan's little mouth: "Aunt Wang, do you think I can do needlework?"
Wang Hong: "No, next one."
Wang Shumei has been busy knitting sweaters for Wang Xiaoxiao recently. She smiled and said that she can't do it now and will wait until she is finished.
Wen Qingqing and Wen Ruanruan were in the same situation as Lin Nianhe, and both said they couldn't do needlework.
"Okay, you guys should be busy, I'm going to another house." Wang Hong wrote down her name in the book, got up and walked out.
As soon as she raised the curtain and opened the door, she heard someone shouting from outside: "Is Lin Zhiqing here?"
Wang Hong peeked her head in and recognized it after being stunned for a moment: "It's Madam Shanshan, come in quickly, Nianhe Shanshan is in this room!"
Zheng Lirong brought a big box and a sack. After entering the door, she put the things aside and her eyes were glued to Zheng Shan.
After not seeing each other for a few months, her daughter became darker and fatter. She wore a clean pink floral cotton-padded jacket and had her hair neatly braided with two small bows tied at the end.
Zheng Shan raised her head, her big bright eyes flushed with a hint of red. She pursed her lips and called, "Mother."
Zheng Shan started talking after she was kidnapped last time, but she spoke very few words, mostly to Lin Nianhe. Occasionally she would say a few words to Bai Xiaojun, such as - go away, stop arguing, shut up.
Lin Nianhe testified that this is really not a problem with Zheng Shan as a sister, but Bai Xiaojun really needs a lesson.
Lin Nianhe even felt that Zheng Shan's temper was too good. If she had a younger brother who tried to stuff all kinds of bugs into her mouth every day, she could whip him with a belt while hanging from the rafter.
"Hey, hey!"
Zheng Lirong's eyes were red, and she took a few steps forward, but did not dare to reach out to hug Zheng Shan. Instead, she rubbed her hands vigorously first, fearing that the coldness on her body would be contaminated by the child.
She intentionally dodged, but Zheng Shan misunderstood it sensitively. The little girl's eyes turned redder, she pursed her lips, and with trembling little hands, she picked up the pencil she had just put down.
Just as she was about to lower her head, her braid was grabbed by Lin Nianhe. When she looked up, she met Lin Nianhe's smiling eyes.
"Don't jump on your mother, she's covered in snow and she's cold."
(End of chapter)
