There is no room for rebirth, and there is no big heroine to make a big difference, just poor capitalists and rough guys from the countryside living their lives.
When Lin Wantang was eighteen years old, his parents died one after another on a snowy night in Liuwan Brigade. Only three days after her burial, Wang Guisheng broke into the shabby house while she was alone and tore off her clothes, believing that an orphan girl with bad background did not dare to scream and no one would stand up for her.
The moment the door was kicked open, it was Liang Zhaoye, the least good person in the village, who came. He knocked Wang Guisheng over, wrapped her tightly in a cotton-padded jacket, and carried her back to his shabby courtyard.
When she couldn't carry water, he scolded her for being stupid and turned around to pick up two buckets; when she was dizzy from hunger, he stuffed eggs into her hands; when she stained her trousers during menstruation, he surrounded her with old coats, asking for a menstrual belt with red ears; when she was sick, he washed her clothes into a stiff stick and tore the edges of her clothes.
His confession felt like a quarrel: "Lin Wantang, I just like you. If you don't want to, I will behave and wait. I will still control whoever dares to bully you."
After getting married, there was no rest in the courtyard all day long. She disliked him for bringing mud to the kang, so he got up to wash her feet in the middle of the night; she had a sore back and couldn't get up, but he guiltily took on the heavy lifting; she stipulated that she was not allowed to fool around at night, but he lied about it, but when she said no, he was more obedient than anyone else.
Everyone said that Liang Zhaoye could not hold up the wall with mud.
But Lin Wantang knew that he was covered in mud and full of bad words, but he gave her the only clean thoughts in his life.
