The 1980S: My Gorgeous Wife Has a Fearsome Reputation

Some people always hope to enjoy themselves while everyone else suffers. This is the most authentic picture of rural life in the 1980s: city folk were more or less alike, and country folk were no different. I died, and my birth family rolled me up in a straw mat and buried me. Grave robbers dug me out and arranged a ghost marriage for me, bringing me back into the light of day. I asked the man, "Are you really going to marry me? I'm bad luck for husbands!" The man said, "I'm determined to marry you. I'm bad luck for wives!" I said, "Let's see whose fate is tougher. I've already died once, you know." The man said, "Then I win. I haven't died yet..." I said, "Knock on wood..." Ning Qingshan said, "I read Mao's Selected Works. My political awareness is higher than yours." I said, "I know the law. With your middle-school diploma, you're practically illiterate." (With a look of sympathy)