Qin Liangyan, a female general who fought against Japanese pirates, traveled to a small county town in the 1980s and became a pretty widow who opened a tavern.
A bottle of wine, two tables, guests coming from all directions, and money collected from all sides.
Ship owner Zhao Fu: Liang Yan, why are you selling wine? Marry me. I don't think you are a widow either. If you marry me, you won't have to worry about having nothing to eat.
Qin Liangyan smiled: But I think you are a widower!
Male primary school teacher: I am not a widower, I am unmarried! Will you marry me? I have a salary! Issued by the state!
Qin Liangyan: I have a salary, and I pay it myself, which is more than you.
The county magistrate's son: Gungungun, this is the person I like!
Qin Liangyan said calmly: You can only like my wine, not my people.
The county magistrate's son: Why?
Qin Liangyan: If you like my wine, you can sit and drink. For those who like me, you can only step aside.
Gu Weihua was on a mission and accidentally fainted in a tavern. When he woke up in the morning, he saw the beauty lying next to him. He was shocked and ran away. Unexpectedly, this night...
The next book will still be written about the year, please give me advance notice.
——Please pre-accept the article "The Flowers of the 1980s"——Copywriting: Three flowers from the Qiao family are planted on the excrement.
The Qiao family in Qingshan Village has three golden flowers that are loved by everyone. Unfortunately, no one can marry into a good family.
Da Qiao married a blacksmith, Er Qiao married a teacher, and Xiao Qiao married a gardener.
Captain Qin, who was serving as a soldier in the village: What is this? Why don't you marry me? Guaranteed to have food and drink as an officer's wife!
He Qingshui, who was admitted to college in the town: Er Qiao! Why don't you marry me, a college student!
Zhong Dazhi, a sugar factory employee in the county: Xiao Qiao! If you marry me, you will have food and drink, and the children you have will be able to work, wouldn't it be nice?
Villager: If you don't marry into a good family, you marry into a poor and burdened family. Are you, the Qiao family, stupid? They all married shitty men!
The shitty men couldn't stand the discussion, so they left their hometowns one by one with their wives.
Five years later. The three golden flowers returned to their hometown with their husband's clothes, and returned to their hometown in glory.
The villagers discovered the truth: Who said the Qiao family was stupid? Flowers need manure to grow!
The warm daily struggle of a rural family in the 1980s. Please collect it.
——Please receive an advance copy of the article "Rebirth in the 1990s and Not Married"——
Wenhua became pregnant out of wedlock and raised twin sons on her own. She endured countless hardships and received many looks from her eyes. After a hard life, he passed away with a smile at the age of seventy-six, surrounded by his children and grandchildren.
When he opened his eyes, he went back to 1990, the year when he met Wang Meng.
At this time, she was sixteen years old and had just entered her first year of high school. She had a good future.
However, Wenhua looked at Wang Meng next to him, who had just vented his anger and looked satisfied. He wanted to cry but had no tears.
In her previous life, this was the only time she conceived twins. After that, Wang Meng joined the army and there was no news about her for several years. She became pregnant out of wedlock, raised a pair of sons by herself, and suffered a lot of blood and tears.
After resurrecting her life, would she have to experience the pain of the past again?
No, in this life, she must live a wanton and wonderful life!
Purpose: Take the lead in getting rich through self-reliance
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