"Lin Wanqiu, you are just a village woman who doesn't know a few words. You have given up your job position at the steel plant. Qiuyue and I will send you monthly living expenses after we return to the city."
"Bah! What a beautiful idea you have!" Lin Wanqiu kicked over the broken wooden table in the main room, "Using the quota that my biological father paid for with his life to have sex with a cadre's daughter? Divorce now and spit out all the money and quota, otherwise tomorrow the whole commune will know that you are a gangster who cheated on marriages!"
Traveling back to the Dahongqi Commune in 1977, Lin Wanqiu decisively tore up the doormat script. Holding the twins in his left hand, and holding an old enamel vat that can double food bills in his right hand, he went straight back to his poor parents' home. Sister-in-law wants to evict someone? Then use the food and meat stamps to knock her out. Is the whole village laughing? Sorry, she turned around and became the number 10,000-yuan household in all ten miles and eight towns.
However, He Zheng, the rough retired man next door who always wore an old army coat, blocked her door in the middle of the night, pressed her against the earth wall, and held her waist with his rough hands: "Late Qiu, I can also make money, and my waist is better than his, can you recruit me as your wife?"
