Song Yinhua remembers him.

Xie Daguang's cold-faced cousin.

"Have you been helping me cut branches and build the fence these past few days? Did Xie Daguang send you? Go back and tell Xie Daguang that no matter what he does, I will not agree to Caixing marrying him. Tell him not to waste his efforts."

Song Yinhua attached the torch to the fence and took the cart from the cold-faced, rough man.

"I'll pay you for the work you've done for me these past few days, but don't come back again..."

Huo Jianguo gripped the handle of the cart, his narrow eyes coldly fixed on Song Yinhua. "It has nothing to do with him."

“Young man, you don’t need to speak up for Xie Daguang…”

"My name is Huo Jianguo." The cold-faced, rough man seemed to dislike Song Yinhua calling him "young man."

Song Yinhua changed her tune and said, "Young man, you should go back and rest. It's the middle of the night, and it's not appropriate for you to be here. Don't come here again. Go back and tell Xie Daguang to give up. He and Cai Xing have no chance in this lifetime."

After Song Yinhua finished speaking, she prepared to push a cart of timber into the yard, but after pushing for a long time, she found that she couldn't move it.

Just as she was wondering what was going on, she saw the rough-looking man next to her gripping the edge of the cart's handle.

"You have absolutely no recollection of me?"

"I remember, you helped me catch the person who burned down the house last time, I'm very grateful to you."

"That's not it."

"When you and your cousins ​​were building a new house for my family, I twisted my ankle..."

"No," Huo Jianguo interrupted, sparing with his words.

Song Yinhua remembered that he had bought her old hen, "The time I sold old hens at Grandma Zhou's house, you..."

The rough-looking man stared at her expressionlessly. Song Yinhua asked in confusion, "Not this one either?"

She quickly searched her memories of this person in her past life, but after searching for a long time, she couldn't find a single trace of him.

Huo Jianguo took the handle of the cart from Song Yinhua and pushed a cartload of timber into the yard.

"Young man, I'm so sorry, I have a bad memory," Song Yinhua said apologetically.

He had helped her with other things before, but she couldn't remember them at all.

In my past life, I was married to Han Zhiyuan for forty years. I was always busy with things, and I couldn't remember many of the trivial things in the past, nor did I have the energy to remember them.

Huo Jianguo looked at her expressionlessly. When he didn't speak, his narrow eyes looked unusually cold, as if he was not someone to be trifled with.

Song Yinhua just wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible.

"Young man..." Song Yinhua suddenly felt the chill emanating from the other person and immediately changed her address, "Young brother..."

The other party still exuded a chilling aura.

"Young comrade..."

"Huo Jianguo!" The rough-looking man coldly repeated his name again.

"Comrade Huo Jianguo, I don't have any money on me. Could you come over sometime tomorrow and I'll pay you for the past few days' work? I'll calculate it as a senior construction worker's wage. For the night shift, I'll give you an extra two yuan per night. How does that sound?"

Song Yinhua thought the other party would be very happy.

The price she offered was very high.

"You saved my mother, this is my way of repaying you."

These words reminded Song Yinhua, “You once delivered grain coupons and meat coupons to my house at night. I’m so sorry, young man, I wasn’t home that night and forgot about it.”

The cold-faced, rough man suddenly turned around and approached Song Yinhua.

Before Song Yinhua could react, the other person was already close to her.

She looked up at the cold, rough-looking man who was more than half a head taller than her, and her heart skipped a beat.

The man said in a deep, magnetic voice, "My name is Huo Jianguo, not 'young man' or 'little brother'."

"Hello, Comrade Huo Jianguo." Song Yinhua was completely stunned by the other party's aura.

“I’m 22 years old, 186 cm tall, and in good health. I used to work at the town’s repair station, and now I’m in charge of machine repair and debugging at the town’s state-owned machinery factory. I have a mentally ill mother at home,” the man said expressionlessly.

This was probably the first time in his life that he had spoken such a long sentence at once.

Song Yinhua: ...?

What does that mean?

She's not his boss, so why is he telling her all this?

"These are my basic details," the rough-looking man said before leaving.

Song Yinhua stood there, stunned and bewildered, not knowing what was going on.

Even if a report is to be made, it should be about Xie Daguang's situation.

Song Yinhua knew that this was Xie Daguang's cousin, and assumed that Xie Daguang was trying to get Caixing's consent by doing this, so she didn't think much of it.

-

Song Baogen's wedding was drawing ever closer.

The wedding room at home was also renovated, and a carpenter from the village made a new set of furniture.

The wedding room, the wedding candies—everything was ready, just waiting for the bride to arrive.

All relatives and friends have been notified; the third daughter will be back in a few days.

Qiao Guilan has been in such a good mood these days that she walks with a swagger.

The Tang family was also in a joyous and lively mood at this moment.

"Qiuxue is coming back today, and there's grain. Come with me to pick her up," Old Tang said happily.

Zhou Qiaoyun asked with a forced smile, "Erzhuang's daughter is back, why isn't she going to her own house? What's she doing here? It's ridiculous, her parents aren't dead!"

Old Tang gave her a disapproving look. "We have grain. Let's go."

Zhou Qiaoyun deliberately said, "There's grain, and Dafei has also found a girlfriend. We're supposed to go to her house to propose today."

Tang Suxiang gloated, but said magnanimously, "Dafei's marriage is important. With grain, you and Qiaoyun should go to the girl's house to propose. I'll go with Dad to pick up Qiuxue."

Zhou Qiaoyun became sarcastic, "So what if she got into a university in the provincial capital? Look how much you care about her. Anyone who didn't know better would think Qiu Xue was your child! Where do you put Er Zhuang and his wife? Didn't you frame Er Zhuang's family before?"

"What frame-up?" Old Tang roared. "When did we frame Erzhuang's family? You've got grain; your wife needs a good beating for sabotaging us!"

Grandma Tang and her daughter Tang Su'e went out together. Zhou Qiaoyun said to her eldest son, "Dafei, look at your grandpa. You are the Tang family's own grandson, but you are not as good as other people's daughters!"

Tang Dafei was very dissatisfied with his grandfather.

From the day he was pinned to the ground and stripped naked in public by the Chen family, he harbored resentment towards his grandfather and sixth aunt.

Although she felt wronged by Song Yinhua, she still harbored resentment towards her grandfather for his favoritism.

When Zhou Qiaoyun pulled her eldest son into the house, she saw Chen Wanping, who had been standing in the yard, go into the house with a resentful look on her face.

After the Chen family was lured over and caused a scene, Zhou Qiaoyun developed a grudge against them.

She naturally wouldn't give Chen Wanping a friendly look anymore.

The Tang family never expected that the relationship between the two families would become so strained, and that Chen Wanping would come to the Tang family again.

Everyone ignored them.

While she was still being polite, Zhou Qiaoyun immediately gave her a cold shoulder.

With tears of grievance welling up in her eyes, Chen Wanping asked Zhou Qiaoyun, "It was clearly your family who plotted against me. I'm the one who should be angry. Why are you treating me like this?"

"You Chen family treated my Dafei like that, and you expect me to give you a kind look? It was your maternal grandfather and your sixth aunt who plotted against you. What right do you have to humiliate my Dafei like that? If you have the guts, go settle accounts with your maternal grandfather and sixth aunt. Don't bully honest people like us!"