Lin Zhixia was forced by the eccentric old Lin family to change her cousin's marriage.
The cousin stole what everyone saw as a good match and married Zhao Jianguo, a cadre of the supply and marketing cooperative; while she was given to Lu Chenzhou, a retired rough man who was too poor to take the blame and had inconvenient legs and feet.
The whole village was waiting to see Lin Zhixia enter the dilapidated yard and cry.
The cousin was even more proud and determined that she could only dig in the mud for the rest of her life.
Unexpectedly, Lin Zhixia refused to cry or make trouble. He signed a divorce agreement in public, kicked the blood-sucking mother's family away, turned around and entered the Lu family's kitchen.
The noodle tank has bottomed out? Don't be afraid, the patch of hot pepper in the private plot is the capital.
No money to buy gas? Don't be afraid, I'll borrow a pound, and Daji will return one and a half pounds three days later.
Washing the jars, making sauce, setting up stalls, and taking orders.
Starting from the first pot of chili sauce that made the whole village so fragrant, Lin Zhixia turned the leaky yard into a small workshop that everyone envied.
The top family wants to reach out, the Zhao family wants to seize the prescription, and the commune cadres want to lower the price.
The taciturn Lu Chenzhou stood in front of her and said in a cold voice: "The prescription belongs to my wife, no one can steal it."
Later, when my cousin got married and moved into the city, she realized that the so-called good marriage was a fire pit of gambling debts.
And Lin Zhixia, who was suffering from her jokes at the beginning, has already led the Lu family to sell hot sauce in the county town, and the life is prosperous and the whole village is jealous.
Everyone regretted it.
Lin Zhixia just turned over the account book and smiled: Exchange marriage? It's obviously an exchange of lives.
