Zhao Fengzhu knew that she would not die today, so she dragged her wet body towards the Zhao family.
Song Li looked at her back, a serious look flashing in his eyes.
Although Zhao Fengzhu was crazy years ago, she still had hope. Now she is just a dead body.
And what she said...
Song Li picked up the backpack and followed quietly.
Zhao family.
As soon as Zhao Fengzhu entered the house, she heard screams from Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhang.
"Bamboo, what happened to you? Did you fall into the water?"
Zhao Fengzhu didn't answer and walked into the house with an expressionless face.
Song Li listened against the wall, and Zhao Fengzhu's silence did not escape the questioning.
Uncle Zhao slapped her across the face. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Even if you die, I'll send you to the Yang family!"
"Alright, her father, be gentle. Yang Laoliu was willing to pay 500 yuan for the bride price because he was attracted by Zhuzi's face. What if you hurt Yang Laoliu and he regrets it?"
Aunt Zhang, who originally loved her daughter the most, now kept asking for a bride price. In the face of money, family affection cannot escape interests.
After listening for a while, Song Li understood why Zhao Fengzhu wanted to die.
Women are always trapped in family and marriage. Not getting married is like making a big mistake, and most women cannot escape this cage.
Women today are like this, and women in the 1970s were even more so.
In her impression, Zhao Fengzhu was a very strong woman. She studied better than the original owner. The original owner only finished elementary school, but she went to junior high school.
If the original owner had not plotted against He Linyuan and found a good marriage, Zhao Fengzhu would not have married Sun Zhiyuan, and would not have taken the wrong path later on.
Hearing the Zhao family's sharp shouts and curses, Song Li felt emotions surging in her heart.
It is said that women hold up half the sky, but the secular view of women's value is only reflected in the family. People like Zhao Fengzhu and Zhou Wan should not waste time in marriage.
Especially marrying a bad guy.
Song Li went home with a cold face. Qingqing was still waiting to eat some small fish, but all she got was an empty basket.
"Mom, aren't there any little fish?"
Song Li patted her daughter's head and said, "Mom will catch it tomorrow. I have to go to the city today."
Song Li went to the county town to ask Liu Xuejun for job opportunities for women.
For someone like Zhao Fengzhu who is determined to die, only by achieving financial independence can she become spiritually independent and ultimately save herself.
Otherwise, you will end up withering slowly like a flower.
Liu Xuejun was not surprised to hear her purpose. Ever since Song Li refused the position of director of the food factory, Liu Xuejun thought everything she did was normal.
"Food factories need to produce female workers, but they need to take an exam to get the job."
In this era, those who can get a job in a factory either have connections or have academic qualifications.
The Song family is a minority of families where the whole family can become regular workers thanks to Song Li's skills. If Zhao Fengzhu wants to work in a food factory, he still has to rely on his own efforts.
Now she gives Zhao Fengzhu a chance, it depends on whether she is determined to save herself.
After understanding the requirements for entering the factory, Song Li had a clear idea in mind.
After leaving the Public Security Bureau, she went to the department store and bought two boxes of cookies.
This kind of biscuit has a strong milky flavor and is very suitable for children and the elderly. Once it was released, it quickly captured the biscuit market in Heilongjiang Province.
Heilongjiang Province does not have an advantage in food, and Songbei County is the poorest county in Heilongjiang Province. Song Li's red date and wolfberry tea and wild wine gave County Magistrate Liu hope.
This is also the reason why he insisted on letting Song Li be the director of the food factory against all odds, but Song Li was not interested in this.
On March 15th, a very ordinary day, Zhao Fengzhu got married.
When Yang Laoliu drove a donkey cart to pick up the bride, everyone in Daxingtun was shocked.
"Zhao Laoer and Zhang Chun'e are crazy. Yang Laoliu can just be Zhuzi's father. No matter how bad their daughter is, they can't treat her like this."
"They're not crazy. Yang Laoliu gave them 500 yuan as a betrothal gift, which is more than enough to marry Zhao Fengzhu, a second marriage!"
"Hehe, I used to think Zhang Chun'e loved her daughter, but now she's obsessed with money."
Zhao Fengzhu was wearing a small red jacket, and her usually messy hair was combed into a shiny black braid.
If you ignore her pale face, she really looks like a bride.
But it was this gloomy look that made everyone see that she was forced.
"What a sin! Are Zhao Laoer and Zhang Chun'e really not afraid of retribution?"
Aunt Zhang naturally heard what others were saying. Her eyes flickered for a moment and then quickly returned to normal.
"What do you know? Lao Liu may be a little older, but he knows how to care for others. Sun Zhiyuan is in good condition, but he hurt my bamboo so badly."
Aunt Zhang's words made everyone feel even more ashamed. She actually cut open her daughter's scar for Yang Laoliu.
So her love for her daughter before was all fake. If she really loved her daughter, how could she force her to get married?
Everyone looked at Zhao Fengzhu with sympathy. Zhao Fengzhu had done nothing wrong, and it was really tragic that he ended up like this.
Yang Laoliu wore a dog-skin hat and had a hunched back. He was ten years younger than Zhao Laoer, but looked older than him.
"Dad, Mom, I'm taking Zhuzi away. Don't worry, I will treat Zhuzi well!"
As Yang Laoliu spoke, he reached out to grab Zhao Fengzhu's hand. The onlookers turned their heads away. The scene was really too shabby to watch.
Zhao Fengzhu's hand was held by him, and her heart was filled with despair. If Sun Zhiyuan was a fire pit, then Yang Laoliu was hell.
"mom……"
She turned her head and looked at Aunt Zhang again, hoping she would change her mind.
However, Aunt Zhang only cared about money. Besides, she was so happy that her daughter could get married again.
"Let's go quickly, don't miss the time. When you get to the Yang family, take good care of Old Six, okay?"
The hope in Zhao Fengzhu's eyes gradually disappeared, and he completely became a walking corpse.
Just as Yang Laoliu was about to carry her onto the donkey cart, Song Li's voice came from the crowd.
"Wait a moment!"
She walked to the front and looked at Zhao Fengzhu.
"Sister Zhuzi, are you going to marry him?"
Zhao Fengzhu naturally didn't want to get married, but she didn't understand what Song Li meant.
Does she really not have to get married if she doesn't want to?
Zhao Fengzhu laughed at herself, "My business has nothing to do with you."
"That's right, Li girl, I know you've become successful now and look down on my Zhuzi, but you can't ruin my Zhuzi's good marriage!"
Aunt Zhang snorted coldly. She was now envious and jealous of Song Li. Why didn't such a good thing happen to her?
"It's illegal to go against a woman's will. Let me ask you again, Sister Zhuzi, do you want to get married?"
Song Li ignored Aunt Zhang's shouting and stared at Zhao Fengzhu.
Her eyes seemed to contain enormous energy, and the words that violating a woman's will was illegal exploded in Zhao Fengzhu's ears. She looked at Song Li again and found encouragement hidden in Song Li's eyes.
Zhao Fengzhu stammered, pulled his hand out of Yang Laoliu's, and pursed his lips with determination.
“…I…I don’t want to.”
Song Li smiled, and her pretty face was like a ball of warm sunshine in Zhao Fengzhu's eyes.
Her voice had never been so cheerful. "Okay, then I won't marry you!"
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