"Late Qiu, you can eat this half-pulled sorghum flour steamed bun, don't starve yourself." Zhou Jiancheng's ears were red, he stuffed dry food into Lin Wanqiu's hand, and his fingers inadvertently brushed her soft palm.
"Brother Zhou, you gave me the rations. What should you do if you can't bear it anymore..." Lin Wanqiu lowered his head, his eyes filled with the joy of succeeding. In her previous life, she was a decisive killing king. Now she is dressed as a village girl who is about to starve to death in the 1970s. The best brother and sister-in-law want to sell her to an old cripple in exchange for thirty pounds of stick noodles! We must not sit still and wait for death! She focused on this weak factory worker who went to the countryside to collect mountain goods.
The mother-in-law yelled: "How dare a country girl go to the city? Please wash my dirty clothes for three months first!"
Lin Wanqiu agreed, turned around and replaced all the cloth tickets hidden by her mother-in-law into floral cloth to make bragi. Want a city registered permanent residence? Want an iron rice bowl? She had planned her life in the city, and she could train the little factory workers to be docile. She would corner them in the corner at night and ask, "Who is better-looking, me or the little clerk in your factory?"
