Sixty-five-year-old Li Dehou died in the hospital.
There is no one around.
My son injured his back at a construction site, my daughter married an alcoholic, and my wife Yang Xiuqin has been gone for seven years - lung cancer, caused by exhaustion.
His last thought before dying was: If it happens again, I will never let her suffer so much.
Then he opened his eyes.
Red candles, red window grilles, red quilts. A young woman was sitting beside the bed with her back to him. She was wearing a red cotton-padded jacket and had black hair.
This is his third day of marriage. This is 21-year-old Yang Xiuqin.
Li Dehou looked at her back and shed tears.
"Xiu Qin, in this life, I will cook the food, plant the land, and earn the money. You just have to enjoy your happiness."
Yang Xiuqin thought he was talking nonsense.
Until he started building chicken coops, raising chickens, and hatching chickens, every step was like opening his eyes - getting vaccinated before the chicken plague came, stocking up on eggs before the price increased, and cashing in before the cold winter in the market.
The whole village said he was crazy.
Only he knows that he is not here to become a householder worth ten thousand yuan.
He wanted to pay off the debt. What I owed her in my previous life will be paid with interest in this life.
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You can also check it out if you like farming.
I was attracted after reading three chapters. It's real and not muddled. It's good.