As a member of the working class, Lin Jingyu, a cargo registrar at a port, transmigrated to the early 1970s during her lunch break.
She unexpectedly discovered that she had entered a chronicl...
“You don’t know her, and you’ve never heard her voice before, so of course she won’t open the door for you.”
Zhang Tieguang narrowed his eyes. "We can only find someone she knows to knock on the door. That way we can get her out and take her out of the ward."
Who can I turn to?
Wang Xuehua's face was long and her expression was full of meanness. "This silly girl never goes out. It's not easy to see her. How could I possibly get to know her?"
"Not you."
A hint of disgust flashed in Zhang Tieguang's eyes. "Don't go anymore. Tell Ailan to go instead."
"Dead girl?"
Wang Xuehua hesitated. She knew her daughter's personality well. "That brat is stupid as hell and has a soft heart. Aren't you afraid she'll mess things up?"
"She dares?"
A cold smile crept across Zhang Tieguang's lips. "If she dares to ruin her brother's wedding, send her to the city to marry that cripple. She can forget about ever going back to her parents' home again."
"In that case, she shouldn't dare to do anything reckless."
Wang Xuehua didn't think it was excessive at all.
In her view, a woman's only purpose is to get married, regardless of which man she marries, as long as he brings benefits to her family.
She added, "According to Liu Caidie, that family is very wealthy and can offer at least one hundred yuan as a betrothal gift, and they might even ask for more."
That brat absolutely refuses. If we had a large dowry to live on, who would dare bully our family in the future?
"Let's not talk about these things now."
Zhang Tieguang's expression was somewhat gloomy and impatient. "Find a way to help Aiguo's wife into the family, and we'll talk about the girl's marriage later."
"As you say."
Wang Xuehua nodded in agreement.
The couple spent another half a day planning, preparing to look for another opportunity.