In 1981, both Lin's parents died in an accident, leaving behind a generous pension and a spacious tube house. The uncle was busy sharpening his knife, and the fiancé's family was in trouble, all hoping to take advantage of Lin Qiuyan's family.
"Qiu Yan, how tiring it is for you, a girl, to carry two oil bottles? How about transferring the ownership of the house to your second uncle, and your second uncle making the decision to marry you to Li Daqiang, a widower in the town?" Second uncle Lin Daqiang's face was full of calculations.
Lin Qiuyan picked up the firewood ax in the yard and smashed the solid wood door frame: "Get out of my house! You can't even touch this house or money!"
Turning around, she stopped Zhou Ting, a 1.9-Meter-tall retired veteran at the head of the village who was said to have a bad temper and hit people: "Do you want to live together? I'll provide the money, you contribute the physical strength, and we'll share the money 50-50."
Zhou Ting looked at the petite girl in front of him, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was low and hoarse: "I don't want money, I want you."
From then on, Lin Qiuyan raised cubs with her left hand and worked as a wholesaler with her right hand. She accidentally became the first 10,000-yuan household in the area. And that tough guy with a reputation for cruelty brought her foot-washing water at home every day.
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Clear organization, clear main line, rich characters and a good book
Clear organization, clear main line, rich characters and a good book