Chapter 187 Proposing Marriage and Taking a Concubine for Her Husband
After dinner, Lin Shanshan took the banner she had prepared the day before and brought Li Duomei with her.
In the morning, the aunties and grandmas gathered by the Changde brigade for 30 cents each headed to the Yunjin Textile Factory in a large group.
Gu Yiye, along with a group of instructors, followed behind to protect them.
Zhang Wei was among them, and Wang Zhanbo insisted on going too, so he brought him along.
Upon arriving at the entrance of the Yunjin Textile Factory, Lin Shanshan asked the older women to unfurl the banner. The bright red banner prominently displayed the following:
{The Jiang family has a daughter who deeply loves my husband. As his legal wife, she specifically proposed marriage for him to take a concubine.}
With the banner in place, Lin Shanshan gave the order, and the older women began to beat drums and gongs.
What's even more amazing is that an older woman, upon hearing that the person had come to cause trouble for the mistress, brought her husband, who can play the suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument), along for free.
When the suona starts playing, who can compete?!
In the 1970s, the factory had dormitories for its employees. At this time, it was past mealtime, and the workers would come out for a walk after finishing their meals.
Attracted by the deafening gongs and drums and the high-pitched suona horns, the factory gate was quickly surrounded by people.
Everyone was discussing it:
"The Jiang family. There are only three people with the surname Jiang in our factory. One is only 30 years old and has a son. Another one is not married yet. And the last one is Director Jiang."
"Then the daughter of the Jiang family must be Jiang Moli."
"Tsk tsk tsk, I always thought Jiang Moli was no good. She takes advantage of being the factory director's daughter to slack off at work and only knows how to dress up all day long."
"Shh, keep your voice down, or the factory manager will make things difficult for you."
The workers in the factory immediately fell silent, just watching, afraid that they might say something wrong and it would reach the factory manager's ears.
There were other residents near the textile factory. Without hesitation, they saw Lin Shanshan standing there, looking like a fairy, and went over to ask, "Miss, is this Jiang family girl the daughter of Jiang Gang, the factory manager of the textile factory?"
Seeing that someone was responding, Lin Shanshan immediately replied loudly:
"Auntie, yes, it's Jiang Moli. She's hooking up with my sister's man, she's so in love with him, it's like she hasn't seen a man in ages, she's practically begging to be his concubine."
As soon as Lin Shanshan finished speaking, the crowd erupted in uproar.
"Wow, it really is Jiang Moli."
"Is Jiang Moli at the factory today? I wonder if she dares to come out?"
"I probably wouldn't dare to touch it. If the wife came looking for me, it would be so embarrassing. If it were me, I'd rather find a block of tofu and smash my head against it!"
Gu Yiye was worried that his wife would get thirsty from talking too much, so he put the orange juice he had prepared earlier into Lin Shanshan's hand.
The oranges in September were sweet and sour, and Lin Shanshan took a sip, squinting her eyes in satisfaction.
Just then, Jiang Moli emerged, her face contorted with rage.
Jiang Moli has an exceptionally thick skin. Even when Li Duomei brought so many people to her door in a grand manner, and her parents hid and dared not see anyone, she still managed to run out all by herself.
It truly proves the saying: A tree without bark will surely die, and a person without shame is invincible!
Jiang Moli, hands on her hips, scolded, "You can't even control your own man, what right do you have to cause trouble here? Li Duomei, Hu Wei stopped loving you a long time ago, I am his true love."
Well, all mistresses use "true love" to glorify themselves. They use the so-called "not loving the original wife" as a shameless excuse.
Li Duomei said, "I don't need that man. He's just trash I threw away. Only a worthless piece of trash like you would want him."
The aunties and grandmas from Changde Brigade struck the gong in unison.
They shouted out the phrase Lin Shanshan had taught them that morning: "A bitch and a dog, a match made in heaven!"
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