"Lin Xiaomeng, you have to get married today, or you don't get married! Although Wang Laizi next door has lost three wives, he still paid 800 yuan as a gift!" The best stepmother pointed at her nose and scolded.
Lin Xiaomeng rubbed her wrist, walked to the courtyard and raised a stone mill of more than 100 kilograms above her head with one hand: "Aunt Wang, do you think it's your thick skin, or the hard stone in my hand?"
As the first person to fight against internal strife in the 21st century, Lin Xiaomeng traveled to 1983 and resolutely refused to be cannon fodder. She took away her stepmother's small treasury, took the food stamps and a letter of introduction, and took the green train straight to the large mining area in the north. She wants to keep the eldest brother who has a high salary but is being sucked by the demon sister-in-law who supports him.
My sister-in-law wants to use her eldest brother's hard-earned money to support her family? Lin Xiaomeng placed a shovel at the door, specializing in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction!
When she was sweeping the best in the tube building, Gu Mingting, the chief engineer of the mining area with long legs and narrow waist, who had a washed-out white shirt next door, was pinned in the corner by her.
"Mr. Gu, look at my waist strength, which can chop slag with my bare hands, am I qualified to be your wife?"
