As a Shaolin martial monk, Li Qinghe, because he was studying Buddhism with a girl, ended up transmigrating to a courtyard house in the 60s with a portable space.
He found himself gradually g...
In this era, there is a reason why the saying goes that a daughter who is married off is like water spilled.
If a daughter is married and spends all her time thinking about subsidizing her parents' home, it will cause problems. It is not so bad in later generations because there is no shortage of supplies, but in this era, the biggest problem is food. If she takes the food to her parents' home, her own family will starve, and it would be strange if the couple does not have conflicts.
Just like Qin Huairu, her family could barely make ends meet, sometimes even worse, and then she sent food to her parents' home. That was just asking for starvation. Not to mention Jia Zhangshi, even if Jia Dongxu was alive, they would have quarreled three times a day.
Li Qinghe cares about them so much that he keeps sending them gifts. The old couple would wake up laughing in their dreams.
"Please sit down and chat with your father. I'll go cook for you." Mother Ding greeted them with a smile and went into the kitchen carrying some things.
Although she said that Li Qinghe gave her too much, she was only happy in her heart.
"Come, Dad, I brought you something good."
Li Qinghe said this as he picked up a small box beside him.
"Is this a cigar?" Father Ding asked in surprise.
Li Qinghe was not surprised that he knew this thing. After all, he was a professor and a member of the upper class. He knew many important people, so it was not surprising that he had smoked cigars.
Maybe he even knows some foreigners, and it would be common to give him cigars as gifts.
"Yes, I went on a business trip to Hong Kong City, so I brought some back."
He pushed the unopened cigar over and took out an opened box from his pocket. "I don't understand this either. Dad, can you help me taste it?"
"Cigar, I haven't seen it for a long time..." Father Ding took one, his face full of emotion.
As a professor of medicine, he was full of vigor and ambition and enjoyed great success back then.
But the situation changed too quickly, and before I could show off for a few years, it collapsed. Thinking of my current situation, I feel a little sad.
A professor of medicine actually has to rely on his daughter's meager salary to support him. Even after his daughter gets married, she still has to rely on her son-in-law for support. It's heartbreaking to think about it.
He lit a cigar, took a deep puff, and felt the smoke flowing in his mouth. He hadn't smoked in years, but his movements were still so skillful.
"Not bad, the taste is pure, it's not cheap, right?"
"I met some friends in Hong Kong and asked them to help me buy some." Li Qinghe said with a smile.
"Friends?" Father Ding glanced at him and said, "It seems you have a lot of friends. Do you have connections in Hong Kong?"
"It's OK, I have some connections." Li Qinghe smiled, "More friends mean more paths. The environment in our country won't always be the same. Once it opens up, it will definitely be very different. I have to think about the future, right?"