Dressed as a widow from the 1980s, she was kicked out by her husband's family at the beginning. Her rice bowl was cleaner than her face.
What kind of storms and waves did Yangmei never see in her previous life? Rolling up his sleeves, he rushed back to the door of his husband's house, put his hands on his hips and started scolding Tian Qi. He scolded Tian Qi back in three words.
The land is coming back, but she doesn't know how to plant it.
Just when I was worried, I picked up a dark boy in the grass - covered with injuries and unconscious. After scrubbing it clean, I saw, oh, twenty years old, with eight-pack abs, and the tendons were as hard as rocks.
The aunt next door came over and bit her ear: "Why don't you want a ready-made man?"
Yan Hong glanced at the boy's broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted back - and felt an itch in his heart. But when I think about myself being forty and others being twenty, I shake my head.
But this guy won't leave. Chopping firewood, carrying water, and repairing the roof, one person can do three things. Yan Hong made him new clothes, served him more food, and coaxed him softly - his ears turned red.
There is drama.
Then I turned around and saw him talking and laughing with a fair-haired girl from the next village. Yan Hong was jealous: "Go find your sister Chuntao!"
Iwata held it in for a long time and said in a depressed voice: "... I won't go."
The whole village said it was shameless for a widow to raise a wild man. Yan Hong stood under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village and cursed for half an hour, causing the whole village to fall silent.
Later, she set up a braised food stall and went from earning eight yuan a day to opening three stores. From the whole town boycotting it, she was called "Boss Yan" by people from all over the country.
That wood-like boy went from repaying her kindness to being moved by her, from avoiding her to guarding her at the door of the kitchen in the middle of the night to protect her from mischief.
Yan Hong felt sour and warm in her heart when she saw him sleeping on the door frame, holding a stick in his hand.
