In my previous life, I worked hard to support my husband's family, and all the hard-earned money I saved was used for my brother-in-law to find a wife. In the end, I died of illness in the woodshed and my two children lived on the streets.
When I opened my eyes and returned to 1983, my mother-in-law was slapping the edge of the bed, forcing me to hand over my dowry as a bride price.
This time, he tore off the virtuous mask, decided to separate the family on the spot, and left the house with half a bag of coarse grains and two children!
With decades of catering recipes and business experience in his past life, he set up braised food stalls, opened delicatessens, and set up food factories, and made a lot of money by taking advantage of the trend of reform.
But Zhou Lixing, the cold-faced battalion commander, came frequently to repair the house, pick up firewood, and block gossip for me. His eyes were full of unconcealable favoritism.
The best relatives who laughed at me at first and couldn't survive the separation, saw me building a brick house, buying a TV, and having my children admitted to a prestigious university. They all felt so regretful that they slapped their thighs.
