His ideas differed from Cheng Guihe's.
He didn't care about saving face, nor did he feel there was any need to whitewash the situation.
Once you've already stolen something, no matter how nice the excuse sounds, it's still theft. Even if others don't say anything to your face, they'll still look down on you. You've already lost all your dignity, so what's the point of trying to cover it up?
This is unnecessary and only adds to the trouble.
In his opinion, they should have taken action from the very beginning!
This will save us from being stuck in the middle, unable to move forward or backward, like we are now.
I feel so awful!
Once Fang Qiao loses her child, she'll be kicked out no matter what. The Cheng family's house shouldn't be given to outsiders.
Those were three red brick and tile houses!
A brick costs 15 cents, and a tile costs 30 cents. The materials alone for three houses would cost at least 600 or 700 yuan. Moreover, red bricks and tiles are not easy to buy. The brick factory caters to organizations, not individuals.
Individuals need a permit from the village to buy things, but a village only has a limited number of permits per year. There are many people queuing up to get a permit to buy bricks and tiles to build houses and get married. Some people wait until their children can run around before they can get a permit, so they have even less chance.
He's not like Cheng Baidong, a soldier with extensive connections and money who can easily build a house.
Thinking of this, Cheng Yajun could no longer contain himself.
He got engaged right after planting wheat in the middle of the year, and the wedding date was set for the sixteenth day of the twelfth lunar month this year. All he had left was a month and a half. He didn't want to get married in his dusty mud house.
Cheng Yajun's eyes, like those of a hungry wolf, were filled with an unwavering determination to win.
Time passed second by second, and the cold wind and hunger made people listless, and some people yawned.
Sweetie nestled in Fang Qiao's arms and rubbed her eyes with her little hands.
Fang Qiao lowered her head and spoke to her softly.
Suddenly, Cheng Yajun darted through the crowd and rushed over.
Fang Qiao heard the whistling wind and sensed something was wrong. She looked up abruptly and saw Cheng Yajun, his face contorted in rage, viciously raising his leg and kicking her in the stomach.
Amidst the gasps of her companions, Fang Qiao opened her eyes wide in terror.
So close, there's no escaping it...
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