Lin Wanxing was reborn.
In her previous life, she was sold to an old bachelor by her mother with a gift of 300 yuan. She was beaten and starved, and worked exhaustingly to support her family. Finally, she died tragically under the cement slab at the construction site. Her parents and brothers used her hard-earned money to build a house and marry her, but they never even came to see her.
Revisiting the day when she was forced to marry in 1980, she overturned the table, broke off the relationship in public, and rushed out of the house without looking back.
When she was desperate, she stopped the young battalion commander Gu Yanchen who was going to the countryside for inspection - the iron-blooded god of war who had only helped her in her previous life but died young.
"Marry me. I can endure hardships, stay out of trouble, and live my life with you in a down-to-earth manner."
Gu Yanchen looked at the clear-eyed, desperate girl in front of him and nodded.
I received my certificate on the same day and checked into the family home that night. When the scumbag brother and scumbag mother come to make trouble, the man's look will shock them to death; the best relatives take turns acting like monsters, but she slaps them in the face again and again and never relents.
What's even more surprising is that the portable space unexpectedly awakened - stocking up on food, clothing, and supplies that were in short supply. Was there a shortage of supplies in the 1980s? Her little life is becoming more and more nourishing.
By setting up stalls, opening shops, and doing wholesale, she transformed from a poor girl in the countryside into the town's first household worth ten thousand yuan. As the man rose through the ranks, he pampered her like a treasure; in the end, her family fell into poverty, and she watched with cold eyes, adhering to the bottom line of breaking up the relationship.
On the day she proposed marriage in public, everyone said she was crazy.
Later she realized that it was the best choice in her life.
——Kick brother Zha, marry the god of war, stock up the supply and marketing cooperative, and the life of counterattack needs no explanation.
