Do you want to occupy the succession quota in the textile factory? There are no doors! Lin Xiaoman took half a basin of boiling water for washing feet and poured it towards her step-sister who was pretending to be sick.
A scream like a slaughtering pig resounded through the courtyard. Lin Xiaoman stood under the eaves in the cold winter of 1983 with an empty basin, and completely tore out the crappy script in her mind that called her a stepping stone.
After a new life, she took over the iron rice bowl of the state-owned factory, and no one cared about the courtyard house under her grandma's name! The stepmother ran into the factory and asked for money? She picked up the loudspeaker in the factory office and blew away this partiality.
I was planning to just keep quiet and lead my grandma to make money quietly, but I didn't know that Gu Zheng, the big-headed engineer in the machinery branch, pushed the 28-meter bar in front of her every day.
"Lin Xiaoman, what does it mean to be able to repair a loom? The man held the bicycle with one leg and handed over a thick stack of industrial coupons. "If you have the ability, you can take care of me for the rest of my life. All my salary and bankbook will be yours. Can I be your son-in-law?" "
