"well--"
Qiao Nanhai let out a long sigh and wanted to hug his wife tightly into his arms, but was afraid that Jin Cuihao would be shy if he came in and bumped into her.
He had no choice but to suppress the frustration in his heart and hold Mo Yan's hand.
"Can you... not go?"
He felt his heart tightening as he heard how scared and helpless his wife was at that time.
He hated himself even more for not having time to spend with her, so he could only watch his wife go through this again, and he really couldn't bear to bear it.
Although he hesitated for a while, Qiao Nanhai still asked this question, even though he knew that Mo Yan would definitely not agree.
Mo Yan once whispered to him in the middle of the night, saying that her biggest wish was for her mother, sisters and relatives who were kind to her to live a good life.
My own life is miserable, how can I drag my relatives with me?
Sure enough, Mo Yan looked at Qiao Nanhai with guilt on his face for the first time:
"sorry……"
"I'm not sorry. I was the one who got into trouble."
Qiao Nanhai couldn't help the gleaming eyes. He really felt sorry for her.
Also scared.
Mo Yan clearly felt the man's care for her, leaned into his arms, and hugged him tightly.
"In the future, once it's cooked, you won't have to pick the goods every time. You can just send a telegram and have it shipped."
"It's really okay,"
Mo Yan comforted the fragile hearts of his men: "Many women do this now, and there are many of them on the train."
"If others can do it, I can do it too!"
"I'm not stupider than others."
"Besides, I will be more careful in the future and stop meddling in other people's business. If something happens, I can hide as far away as possible."
"oops!"
Mo Yan sat up straight and gently pushed Qiao Nanhai:
"Why are you behaving like a girl?"
"You still don't know if I'm a pussy?"
Qiao Nanhai seemed to have figured it out. He changed his depression and grabbed Mo Yan's mischievous little hand, his eyes shining.
Okay, here we go again!
Stinky man!
Jin Cuihao called the two of them to eat outside.
Seeing Mo Yan wolfing down the food, the other three people's eyes flashed with distress, but they tacitly agreed not to say anything, but kept putting all the delicious food into her bowl.
Mo Yan had only been away for a few days, but something big happened at home.
That is, Jin Cuihao finally divorced Mo Niushan!
All the divorce procedures have been completed, and we will say goodbye to each other and see each other again as passers-by.
Mo Niushan didn't want to leave. He couldn't bear to be detained for so many days. He couldn't eat well or sleep well. From time to time, he had to be sneaked out for interrogation by the police. It was like a year.
The day after Mo Yan took Jin Cuihao to visit the prison, he relaxed and agreed. He looked forward to it day and night, and thought about it for many days before Qiao Nanhai came to pick him up.
Then, for the first time in his life, he took a jeep and was taken to the Civil Affairs Bureau. Under the leadership of a fat man who looked like a leader, he received a divorce certificate.
Mo Niushan felt lost. Qiao Nanhai had already driven far away with Jin Cuihao, and he was still immersed in the smoke and dust raised by the jeep.
Mo Yan was very happy to hear this. The next step was for her eldest sister to get divorced.
If Qiao Nanhai hadn't said she was very busy in the past few days, she would have taken Mo Lan directly to Niutou Village.
It wouldn't matter if she took a few days off, she wasn't afraid of Lin Border Guard making a fuss.
Mo Yan was very happy. The fatigue from the long trip had disappeared, and he was extremely convinced that every day in the future would be a good day.
The whole family was affected by her and became happy.
The next day, although Jin Cuihao and Mo Lan were reluctant and anxious, they were still pulled by Mo Yan to set up a stall together.
Mo Yan wasn't sure how the business would go on the first day. She just didn't want her mother and sister to stay at home.
Humans are social animals, and if they are bored all the time, even if they are not sick, they will not be in a good mood.
It’s easy to think too much and feel sorry for yourself.
Mo Yan took his two women's soldiers to the farmer's market first.
In the morning, there are more people here.
More people means it is more popular and more people will buy things.
Jin Cuihao and Mo Lan were like children who had done something wrong. They lowered their heads and followed her closely, almost grabbing the hem of her clothes.
Fatty people are not made in one bite, and households with ten thousand yuan are not made in one fell swoop.
Mo Yan was a little helpless, but not worried, it would get better slowly.
She's not in a hurry.
Most of the farmers' markets sold vegetables and oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. Mo Yan walked around, but he didn't expect that his products were the only one.
This is really, really good!
While Mo Yan was wandering around, he attracted the attention of some older girls and younger wives.
For no other reason than the bright red turtleneck sweater Mo Yan wore today.
She purposely didn't wear a scarf just to show off the sweater collar exposed around her neck.
On top of the dark blue cotton-padded jacket, the bright red sweater collar made Mo Yan's face look particularly pretty.
Not to mention the thick black braid with brightly colored and fashionable headbands.
Even if you want to reduce the return rate, it won’t work.
The winter in her hometown is really too cold, and Mo Yan can't do it if she wants to sell clothes with style rather than warmth.
There is a high probability that the clothes will not be sold and people will freeze.
Too uneconomical.
Fortunately, the weather has been beautiful these past few days, it is cold, but the wind is not strong.
After wandering around for a while, Mo Yan felt confident, found a place, and greeted the neighbors on both sides sweetly. The man passed a cigarette, and the woman a few candies, which soon made her feel warm.
They are not stupid. They ask you what you want to sell first and confirm that there is no competition before accepting the item.
There were a few curious people poking around at the sellers nearby.
The free space is not big, less than two meters wide.
Mo Yan didn't mind it either, so he first scratched the ground clean with branches, then took out a piece of black cloth from the trailer and spread it, and then took another piece of cloth and spread it on top.
The cloth is dark green and almost black. It was the quilt that Jin Jiuyao pulled when Jin Cuihao got married.
I don’t know what kind of financial strength Jin Jiuyao had back then, but this quilt looks really low-key, luxurious and connotative, and the quality is beyond words.
Jin Cui has been treasured for many years, and this time he gritted his teeth and took it out for Mo Yan to use.
This is why Mo Yan also put a layer of cloth under the quilt.
She didn't want to get her mother dirty either.
Sure enough, brightly colored sweaters, as well as various exquisite head flowers and silk scarves of various colors, laid out on such fabrics, instantly look much more upscale.
Even the neighborhood feels bright.
Someone has already cast their eyes over here.
In the winter of 1980, in the economically underdeveloped Liuting District, most people still wore dull colors such as black, gray and blue.
Light green, light yellow, rose red, bright red, pink, milky white, snow white, khaki...
It adds a beautiful scenery to the dull farmer's market.
"Mom, sister, the stalls are all laid out, do you plan to stand like this all the time?"
Mo Yan looked at his mother and sister who were standing like logs, not knowing where to put their hands and feet.
