My name is Xiao Tie. I am from Wangjiazhuang. I am considered a kind person in this village. I have just turned 60 years old this year. Everyone in the village knew that my wife and I had no children of our own, so they asked the clan leader to find an orphan for us to raise. After raising him for so many years, his biological parents found him and he was much taller than our old couple. They followed the carriage back. He went to recognize his marriage, and kowtowed a lot to our two elders. After all, his brother-in-law had the disease, and the others were younger sisters. There had to be a parent who came home to inherit the three shops in the family. We couldn't give away the shop and let the family property fall into the hands of outsiders.
Guilan was just like when she was young, her face was ugly after she sent her mother back to the house generously and decently. Xiao Tie's face turned pale and the old illness relapsed. He took out a bottle of wine from the altar table in the lobby and walked to Zhao Guilan. He said with a smile that his daughter was red. Hehehehe, who would have thought that my family would decline like this in my life. Guilan, am I the loser or are you worrying about me.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
