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...
"She has a bad temper and a sharp tongue."
Aunt Qiuxiang added her comment, "Marrying her would mean she'd be a troublemaker, not someone who would settle down and live a peaceful life."
Aunt Yu Cui nodded in agreement: "Anyway, my family will not marry a daughter-in-law like that. She's petty and will only ruin the family's reputation!"
Hearing these words, Shen Susu was so embarrassed that she almost dug a large courtyard out of her with her toes.
She couldn't leave, nor could she stay, so she could only silently continue working.
Zhao Qiaoyan's intention was to take this opportunity to leave everyone with a bad impression of Lin Jingyu.
But her plan backfired, making the village women and aunties have an even worse impression of her.
noon.
Lin Jingyu had just finished eating two flavors of self-heating hot pot when the other educated youth returned from work.
Upon seeing her, He Zhenhua couldn't help but ask, "Lin Zhiqing, I heard you're going to build your own house?"
He and Wang Hongliang, who were assigned to dig drainage ditches, also heard the news.
He was surprised and felt the news was unreliable. "You're not really planning to do that, are you?"
"yes!"
Lin Jingyu didn't expect them to ask her that question.
So he nodded, "The village chief has already measured out the area for me, we'll start tomorrow."
"Don't you have a house to live in now?"
He Zhenhua asked in bewilderment, "You live alone now, which is convenient, so why do you still want to spend your own money to build a house?"
You'll find out in a few days.
Lin Jingyu didn't want to explain too much. "You guys start cooking and eat first. I have other things to take care of."
"How did you..."
Watching her departing figure, He Zhenhua swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.