Chapter 19 The Evil Wife in Period Literature 18
Lin Xiang, who was cooking at home, vaguely heard bursts of crying coming from the yard. She looked down from the window and it seemed to be coming from Aunt Liu's house.
Her youngest son, who had been working in the countryside for many years, finally came back.
It was already 1976, and the policy on the return of educated youth to the city was becoming increasingly relaxed. Families with connections all tried their best to bring their children back from the countryside.
Lin Aimin happened to encounter this wave when he graduated. If the Lin family had not made a prompt decision to let him sign up for army service, he would have had to support the countryside for seven or eight years.
When Cheng Jianfeng came back, he saw his wife lying on the window sill, looking into the yard with great interest.
He sighed helplessly, put his coat on the sofa, hugged An An who came out to greet him, and walked to the kitchen.
The father and son looked at Lin Xiang with sparkling eyes, and both had helpless expressions on their faces. Cheng Jianfeng asked his son to go back to his room and read first, and he wanted to help his mother cook.
"Hey, husband, do you know why there's such a commotion down there?" Lin Xiang came over and asked with a smile.
One time, Lin Xiang teased someone with the word "husband" while smiling, and that person blushed. From then on, this title became a nickname between them.
Cheng Jianfeng, who had known that his daughter-in-law would ask about it, rolled up his sleeves to wash the vegetables while answering calmly, "Aunt Liu wanted to retire and let her youngest son take over her job, but her eldest daughter-in-law didn't want to, so she made a fuss."
What should you do if you have a daughter-in-law who likes gossip? Cheng Jianfeng tells you that as a policeman, it is his professional instinct to ask people questions without making any noise.
Lin Xiang was also helpless. As a pampered person in this world, she could only relieve her boredom by watching other people's love, hate, and emotions.
But it’s true that art originates from reality. The daily lives of these families in this small courtyard can be used to make a 50-episode TV series.
As the Gang of Four gradually fell, many people who had been labeled rightists were successively pinged.
Lin Weiguo looked at his old father in front of him and placed a lot of information he had collected recently on the desk.
"Dad, these are materials for Ping Fan for Uncle Zhang's family. Do you think we should prepare anything else?" Having succeeded his father-in-law as the head of the department, he seemed rather angry.
Lin Dajun, who retired two years ago and is now at home, patted his second son on the shoulder and said, "You've worked hard to collect so much information. Submit these materials tomorrow, and your uncle Zhang and his family will be able to return to Beijing in a while."
In the past ten years, our Lin family has helped the Zhang family enough, and my father's life-saving grace has long been offset. If they come back and still talk about what happened to our daughter, don't blame me for turning my back on them.
Lin Weiguo thought calmly while holding these materials.
"Host, your second brother and father seem to be preparing to help the male protagonist's family ping fans."
"Hmm? The original text didn't mention this, and the vicious first wife's family doesn't seem to be harmonious either." Lin Xiang asked 003 curiously.
"Host, don't trust the original novels too much. These novels all think about the problems from the perspective of the heroine. Besides, host, you are the variable."
"Even if you didn't participate in the original plot, from the moment you came, things would have changed in the end."
Am I a variable? Lin Xiang thought, yes, if the original owner really died, could the original owner's mother and two brothers really forgive the original owner's father? And could the original owner's father help the male protagonist's family without any scruples?
After the male protagonist returns to the city, the two families will probably not have any normal interactions, and it would be good if they don't become enemies.
Southwest, a farm
Zhang's mother (the protagonist's mother) looked at the empty beds beside her. As the situation changed, all these old guys were taken back.
She nudged her husband and said, "Mr. Zhang, when can we go back?"
Father Zhang thought of the supplies he had received a few days ago and felt amused that General Lin had actually used the secret code that we used to communicate in the army on this.
He looked at the angelica in his hand and realized that he would not stay long.
Patting his wife's rough hands, Zhang's father soothed her: "Don't worry, we're almost there. Just hold on for a while, get more rest, and don't collapse in the darkness before dawn."
Mother Zhang covered her mouth with her hands and coughed a few times. Finally, are we going back?
After a period of review, on a clear autumn day, a military vehicle picked up the old couple who were working on the farm.
Southwest Kuwazi Village
Zhang Hao (the male protagonist) was picking the remaining ears of corn after the autumn harvest in the field. He wiped the sweat off his face with the towel around his neck.
The educated youth in the village have been very restless recently, and each of them wants to find connections to return to the city.
"Hey, Xiaocao, are you delivering food to your husband again?" The villagers in the nearby fields saw this and laughed.
"Yes, Third Uncle." Tian Xiaocao has always been respectful to these elders.
Seeing her walking away, a few talkative women sitting in the field chatted during their meal break.
"Hey, what do you think this little girl wants? She refuses to listen to her parents and insists on marrying such a man?"
"What are you trying to do? You just want her to look good and have the status of a city dweller." Mrs. Fang curled her lips.
"She has to break off relations with her parents for such a man, tsk tsk..." Another old woman couldn't stand Tian Xiaocao's behavior. A little girl was going to make a big fuss.
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Looking at the old women by the field, Tian Xiaocao knew without any hesitation that they were gossiping about her again.
Humph, you are a bunch of ignorant gossiping women. What do you know? Zhang Hao will be returning to the city next year, and to the capital. From now on, I will be a city dweller.
Zhang Hao saw his wife bringing food from a distance. He stopped what he was doing and took the basket. "Why are you here? Is the second child still behaving well?"
Although his wife could barely read, she was eager to learn and often asked him questions about her studies.
Moreover, he touched his face, she must really like him. After all, in order not to implicate others, he had refused many times, but his wife insisted for three years, during which time she sent him food and clothes and took great care of him.
They have been married for 7 years now and their second child is 3 years old.
"The boss is watching you at home. You should eat quickly or the food will get cold." Tian Xiaocao helped to set out the food.
After removing the vegetables on the bowl, he found a few slices of meat underneath. Zhang Hao paused with his chopsticks. He looked at his wife in front of him. Compared with the city girls he had met before, she was not very pretty, but her love for him was truly unique.
Thinking about the letter he received from his father the day before yesterday, his parents were already in the capital, and he estimated that he and his wife and children would be able to return to the capital in the next few days.
Thinking back to what was mentioned in the letter about the help his former father-in-law's family had given to his family, Zhang Hao felt mixed emotions.
Although it was understandable that his ex-wife was so decisive in divorcing him at the time, it is impossible to say that he had no opinion at all.
After all, that was the girl he wanted to marry the first time he saw her, and he begged his father to risk his reputation to marry her for him.
But during the ten years they were sent down here, the Lin family did give them a lot of help, whether it was using their connections to arrange for his parents to work on a farm where life was less harsh, or actively helping their family return to Beijing. Zhang Hao was very grateful.
Alas, it’s impossible to cut it off and it’s still a tangled mess.
Tian Xiaocao cleaned up the dishes and opened the door with the vegetable basket in hand. Looking at her second son sleeping and her eldest son watching his younger brother obediently beside him, her heart was filled with tenderness.
During the three years when she devoted herself to her husband regardless of weather conditions, countless people said that she had gone mad.
She smiled and said, "Look, my children will all be from the city, or from the capital. I only have to work hard for three years, but my descendants will have to struggle for several lifetimes less."
In the sunlight, Tian Xiaocao's ordinary face had a pair of smiling eyes that sparkled brightly.
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