In 1979, heavy snow closed the village. Lin Chuxia was wrapped in a torn cotton-padded jacket and yelled: "You want me to marry Lin Jiaojiao to that soldier who suppresses his wife? Okay, bring me the money!"
The auntie was so angry that she fell back and was about to take action. Grandma Lin, who had been paralyzed for many years at the head of the kang, jumped up, picked up the door bolt, swung it round and smashed it down: "If you dare to touch my granddaughter, ask me first if I agree with my knife!" The best relative scurried away with his head in his arms.
The next day, the jeep was parked outside the dilapidated courtyard. Lu Zheng, a tall and straight-faced officer with a cold face, held the marriage certificate: "Grandma Lin, on the order of the chief, will take Chu Xia back to the military area to collect the certificate."
Grandma Lin looked up and down, clapped and laughed: "This body is strong, with wide shoulders and narrow waist. It can carry sandbags and warm the Kang. It will be a good match for the marriage!"
As soon as Lin Chuxia turned around, she was pressed against the earth wall by Lu Zheng. His rough fingertips brushed against her earlobe. The man's voice was low and hoarse: "Grandma has spoken. Wife, where else do you want to run?"
It's a story about two max-level bosses who went crazy hoarding space materials to start a business in the 1970s, and at the same time made their tough-guy husband lose his back every night.
