On the day Zhao Guoliang was buried, her mother-in-law gave her brother-in-law a job in the transportation team in front of relatives all over the hospital.
She said that I have a three-year-old daughter who will remarry sooner or later, and the Zhao family's errands cannot fall into the hands of outsiders.
But if this job is gone, what will Xiaoman and I do in the future?
I didn't make any noise or cry for help. I just took the work permit left by Zhao Guoliang and walked ten miles to participate in the trial work.
Seven days later, my brother-in-law returned home and I stayed at the supply and marketing station.
From cleaning the warehouse, counting goods, keeping accounts, to going to night school with textbooks in my arms, I managed to survive little by little. My husband's family was waiting for me to bow my head, and the villagers were waiting to see the joke. But since I walked out of the Zhao family's door, I had no intention of going back to ask for help.
I don't want much.
A job that can support my daughter, a house that can be locked from the inside, and a path that truly belongs to me.
