Sausage, that sausage! Xu Maofang felt a sharp pain in his stomach and couldn't even stand steadily.

"Tingyu, Tingyu! My stomach hurts..."

Xu Maofang covered her stomach and screamed in fear.

Xie Tingyu frowned but didn't move. He couldn't figure out whether Xu Maofang was really in pain or just pretending.

Beads of sweat appeared on Xu Maofang's forehead.

"I really have a stomachache. No, I'm not lying to you... my child... please save my child."

Xie Tingyu saw that her face was indeed pale, so she quickly opened the door and said to the women's director outside:

"Auntie Fang has a stomachache. I'm going to call a taxi. Please help take care of her."

The women's director rushed into the room in panic, carried the person on her back, and the two men quickly sent Xu Maofang to the hospital.

After a flurry of emergency treatment, Xu Maofang lay pale on the hospital bed.

The doctor was writing the medical record while saying:

"What did you eat wrong?"

The doctor said coldly: "Chemical drugs affect the development of the fetus. Your baby is likely to be deformed. I recommend surgical abortion."

No, Xu Maofang couldn't believe it. How could her child be deformed?

It's been well behaved for the past three months, so it'll be fine!

Xu Maofang clutched the cold quilt.

Xie Tingyu left only after confirming that she was okay. Before leaving, he glanced at Xu Maofang.

"Please consider my suggestion seriously."

After hearing this, Xu Maofang was shocked and angry. Instead of being grateful to Xie Tingyu for sending her to the hospital, she hated him very much. Why did he tell her about this only now, causing her to eat so many poisonous sausages in vain?

As a result, Xu Maofang also hated his daughter who made sausages.

She called Zhou Dongmei over.

Zhou Dongmei had obviously been looked for by Xie Tingyu's people. As soon as she entered the ward, she rushed to her mother's bedside and said excitedly:

"Mom, you can't just ignore me this time..."

She obviously didn't know the reason why Xu Maofang was admitted to the hospital and was only concerned with accusing Xie Tingyu.

"Xie Tingyu threatened me with my cousin's miscarriage. He said my cousin thought she had eaten my sausage and had the miscarriage. He was going to find a lawyer to sue me."

"How can I be blamed for my cousin's miscarriage? If he were to sue me, my reputation would be ruined—"

It would be a pity to throw away the unsold sausages, so Zhou Dongmei added preservatives to save costs. Who would have thought that Zhou Jiahui would have a miscarriage after eating it?

But Zhou Dongmei knew that she was indeed not clean, so she didn't dare let Xie Tingyu sue her.

Xu Maofang, who had just come out of the emergency room, had a buzzing head, a headache, and stomachache, and his daughter was still crying in his ears.

The noise made Xu Maofang feel like his brain exploded and his stomach ached.

"Don't cry. It's giving me a stomachache. Please call a doctor for me—"

Zhou Dongmei was stunned for a moment. Her mother actually complained that she was noisy at this time.

"Mom, please ask Dad to take care of Xie Tingyu. We have been siblings for more than ten years. How can he be so heartless?"

Xu Maofang slapped his daughter in pain.

"Quick, find a doctor!"

The emergency room was in chaos again.

Grandma Xie learned that her daughter-in-law had a miscarriage. Even though she didn't like her, she frowned.

"She doesn't even look at herself. She's so old and still making trouble when she's pregnant."

"Since she is the daughter-in-law of the Xie family, Tingyu will send some supplements to your Aunt Fang on behalf of grandma, so grandma won't go. If she is willing to admit her mistake, you can bring her back."

When Grandma Xie knew her grandson/granddaughter was gone, she had no interest in visiting Xu Maofang anymore.

She doesn't know yet that Xu Maofang had a miscarriage because of eating Zhou Dongmei's sausage. If she knew, her expression would probably be more complicated and she would sigh: Karma, it's a cycle.

But since the child that was aborted was from the Xie family, Grandma Xie would probably suffer even more severe chest pain.

Xie Tingyu agreed: "Okay, I'll go take a look."

As for bringing Xu Maofang back home, forget it. Bringing Xu Maofang back home would probably cause another uproar. Xie Tingyu was unwilling to bring this trouble home.

Xie Tingyu went to the small bungalow to see Xu Maofang.

After Xu Maofang had the miscarriage, her face turned pale. After all, she was not young anymore, and the harm of miscarriage was great.

Zhou Dongmei had been taking care of her carefully. She now knew that her mother had a miscarriage because she ate sausages. She also hoped that her mother could save her, so she didn't dare to slack off at all.

But when has she ever served anyone in her life?

As a result, Zhou Dongmei was so tired during this period that even the fat on her face quickly disappeared.

It can be seen that Xu Maofang really hated his daughter.

Xie Tingyu asked again: "Do you really not agree to divorce my father?"

"If there is still no news before Monday, I will have my lawyer contact Zhou Jiahui. This is the supplement that grandma asked me to give you. Aunt Fang, take your time."

After Xie Tingyu left, Xu Maofang angrily threw the supplements to the ground.

Zhou Dongmei has been having trouble sleeping and eating and has been having a very bad time recently. The lawyer hired by Xie Tingyu comes to remind her every now and then that if Zhou Jiahui really sues her, she will be sentenced to at least two years in prison. With the help of a lawyer, she may even be sentenced to five years in prison.

Zhou Dongmei persuaded Xu Maofang: "Mom, you should get a divorce! You have never gained any benefit from the Xu family in all these years. I will support you after the divorce. I am only 18 years old and I don't want to go to jail."

There was still no movement from Xu Maofang. The baby in her belly was gone and she was already old. How could she enjoy the life of a rich wife after the divorce?

Her greatest support is Xie Jun, how could she possibly get divorced?

Zhou Dongmei gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, let Zhou Jiahui sue."

"Mom, you must have forgotten that you also helped make the sausages. Maybe you poured the preservatives in there yourself!"

…

In December, there was a heavy snowfall in the capital.

On the 18th, the Central Committee held an important meeting with more than 200 members attending. For the first time, it proposed to shift the focus of the work of the entire party to economic construction.

The whole country was in an uproar, from central leaders to ordinary citizens, everyone was talking about this meeting.

A heated discussion broke out in Ye Qingshui's dormitory.

Yu Shi read the newspaper, explaining each point one by one: "Set things right and correct the chaos, and find out the major historical rights and wrongs."

Ren Yingying said happily: "Does this mean that we will no longer label people or discriminate against them based on their ethnic background!"

Ye Qingshui looked at her in surprise, not understanding why she was so excited.

Ren Yingying then explained that she was from Shanghai and her family had an ancestral property, so they were judged as landlords. If she hadn't been admitted to Beijing University, her hometown probably wouldn't have allowed her to go to college. Speaking of that ancestral property, it was cheap, all yellow mud and sand, birds didn't even want to shit on it, and it wasn't easy to grow crops.

For this, a poor family was treated as landlords! This is simply outrageous.

Ye Qingshui asked Ren Yingying, "Where is your land?"

“Pudong, have you heard of it?”

Ye Qingshui's breathing stagnated: "I know! How many acres are there?"

Ren Yingying thought for a moment and said, "It seems to be fifty acres."

Ye Qingshui felt that she was having difficulty breathing. If she was not considered a "rich person" with several thousand dollars in her hands and had not seen the world, she would probably have been jealous at this moment.

There were a few old sayings circulating in Shanghai at that time: "I'd rather have a bed in Puxi than an apartment in Pudong" and "Don't marry a man from Pudong if you have a daughter". The people on the west side of the Huangpu River lived in the city, and the people on the east side lived in the countryside. People who said these things could never have imagined how fast Pudong would develop in the future.

It is said that in the 1980s, look to Pengcheng, and in the 1990s, look to Pudong. The Pudong New Area represented by Lujiazui will become one of the top ten financial centers in the world.

At this moment, Ye Qingshui's eyes changed when he looked at Ren Yingying. She had fifty acres of land in Pudong. What a beautiful, rich and white woman she was.

Xie Tingyu owns a courtyard house in the capital, which is considered a small permanent property. Compared with Ren Yingying, it is nothing.

Fortunately, Yu Shi did not pay attention to these details and continued to read: "Implement new reform and opening-up decisions and start a new process of rural reform..."

Yu Shi murmured, "This day is different."

Ye Qingshui smiled: "Yes."

Whether we will be eliminated by the times or seize the wave of the times and become the first generation of wealthy people in China will have to be seen starting from today.

"Everyone used to live in poverty, but now the government can't bear to see people go hungry and cold, so it has started to encourage the economy and even give land to farmers!"

Pan Lijuan and Ren Yingying both came from rural areas. After reading the newspaper, they hurriedly wrote letters home to tell their families the good news.

Ye Qingshui also wrote a letter to his uncle Ye in the countryside.

She had waited for this day for who knows how long. Ye Qingshui mentioned the issue of "dividing land to households" in the letter, and reminded Ye Xiaoshu to contact the village committee and ask if the mountain could be contracted to an individual for economic development.

At the same time, she wrote a letter to Qian Xiangdong to remind him of the reform and opening up. With the freedom of buying and selling goods, he no longer had to stay in Hongqi County to sell eggs. Ye Qingshui also suggested that he try his luck in Yangcheng.

After writing the letter, Ye Qingshui was full of energy.

After she returned home, she hugged her son and kissed him twice. She found Zhang Hongying and said, "Sister Ying, I plan to open a sausage factory. Do you know any sisters? I want to find two hardworking, down-to-earth people who can endure hardships."

When Zhang Hongying heard that she was going to open a factory, she was scared to death.

"Qingshui, how can ordinary people like us open a factory? A factory can only be opened by a unit or a collective."

Ye Qingshui took out the newspaper and showed it to Zhang Hongying. With Ye Qingshui's detailed explanation, even Zhang Hongying, who only had elementary school education, could understand the simple words in the newspaper. She read it over and over again several times, rubbing her eyes in disbelief.

"Can it really be opened now?"

Ye Qingshui nodded vigorously.

"Just go find some staff. They won't be shortchanged in salary."

The factory sounded particularly magical and grand, but after Zhang Hongying found two helpers and Ye Qingshui took them to inspect the "factory", Zhang Hongying almost burst out laughing.

This is just a small bungalow!

Ye Qingshui shrugged without any hesitation, "We can't achieve everything in one go. When we have money, we will definitely buy a production line and build a luxurious factory."

Zhang Hongying laughed so hard that she couldn't even straighten her back as Ye Qingshui continued to imagine.

"There are employee welfare housing, a library, a nursery, and a primary school behind the factory? Qingshui, Qingshui, you are thinking too far ahead. Buy all the knives first!"

Zhang Hongying sounded like she was dreaming. The small one-bedroom apartment they were allocated in the military compound was earned by her husband with all his hard work. Nowadays, only famous large factories could provide housing to their workers, and they had to be of a certain age.

Ordinary people want to divide the house? Dream on!

Ye Qingshui didn't think it was difficult to achieve. Just because he couldn't get a house now didn't mean he couldn't get one in the future. Before, he used to earn a little money by relying on his skills, and he could earn three or four hundred yuan a month.

Now you have the courage to make money and follow the policies. Why would you worry about not having a house?

Ye Qingshui took out the money and calmly bought the knives. The parts for the "Sausage Factory" were ready, and he would be able to sell sausages openly tomorrow after completing the formalities.