Before the sun set, Shen Zhilan rode the 28-bar bicycle that the cotton mill had provided for her husband Yang Zhongyi back to Panshi Village. It was just time to get off work, and everyone turned their heads to look at her along the way.
These days, bicycles are considered luxury items, just like watches and sewing machines.
If you want to buy a bicycle, you not only need money, but also tickets, a lot of industrial tickets.
But industrial coupons are different from food coupons and cloth coupons. Every household in the countryside can come up with one or two.
Industrial tickets are only issued to regular workers in the factory, and ordinary regular workers can only receive one industrial ticket a year.
It takes at least ten industrial tickets to buy a bicycle...
So having a bicycle in this era is the same as having a Lamborghini in the future.
In the entire Production Team 10, only Su Changjiang, Wang Tiezhu and Xu Youcai had a bicycle. Today, they were extremely surprised to see Shen Zhilan riding a 28-inch bicycle.
Under the envious gazes of the villagers, Shen Zhilan got out of the car a little awkwardly.
Seeing that the gate was not locked, Shen Zhilan curled her lips in disdain and pushed the gate open.
The villagers had just got off work and the gate was not locked. It was obvious that the short-lived ghost was lying dead at home again.
The old wooden door hit the adobe wall, and the door frame, which had been infested by insects, shook off a layer of wood ash.
Shen Zhihuan, who was concentrating on doing yoga in the room, was frightened by the loud noise and almost sprained his waist. Shen Zhihuan frowned, glanced at the direction of the courtyard gate through the gap in the window, and immediately laughed.
"You short-lived ghost, get out of here. You lazy bastard, you just lie around at home all day long." Shen Zhilan said angrily after setting up the 28-inch bicycle.
The Wang, Hua and Guan families, which are closest to the Shen family, are separated by several fields, so Shen Zhilan is naturally not afraid of being heard.
After putting away the burlap bag under the window, Shen Zhihuan slowly opened the door and walked out.
"Shen Zhilan, other people talk with their mouths, but you fart with your mouth." Shen Zhihuan leaned lazily against the door frame of the main room, casually looking at Shen Zhilan, who had her hands on her hips and looked like a shrew.
Unlike Shen Zhimei's gentleness and beauty like pure jasmine, Shen Zhilan's eyes and eyebrows are bold and bright, just like the bright red poinsettia.
It looks bright and beautiful on the outside, but it is actually "hidden danger". If you are not careful and get it on you, it will cause vomiting, diarrhea and headaches.
The children of the Shen family all seemed to be good-looking. Although the original owner was skinny, there was still some good color between his eyebrows.
"You short-lived ghost, how dare you scold me...it's simply outrageous!" Shen Zhilan was choked and stunned.
I haven't seen him for half a year. He is usually taciturn and doesn't talk back. Now he dares to talk back? ! "Shen Zhilan, what kind of heaven is the water you poured out? Yang Zhongyi became the production director of the cotton mill. What's wrong? Are you going to rise to the top?" Shen Zhihuan smiled contemptuously.
The original owner spoiled her, but she didn't.
When Shen Zhilan heard this, she became furious.
Ever since she entered Old Yang's house, everyone has looked up to her, not to mention that her husband is now the production director of a cotton mill. This short-lived guy actually dared to call her a chicken or a dog.
But when he thought of the purpose of this visit, Shen Zhilan took a deep breath.
"Short-lived ghost, let me ask you, what did you say to Aunt Liu today? She was so angry that she ignored me."
"Shen Zhilan, who do you think you are? Should a human being pay attention to you? Your Aunt Liu ignores you, but you don't reflect on yourself and look for the reasons in yourself. Instead, you come to ask me? Is there something wrong with your brain?" Shen Zhihuan gave her a cold look.
"You short-lived wretch, I'm talking to you nicely, but you'd better be sensible and not make me lose my temper." Shen Zhilan glared at Shen Zhihuan fiercely and said with gritted teeth.
"What? You still want to bite me?" Shen Zhihuan raised his eyebrows playfully.
"Short-lived ghost..." Shen Zhilan bit her back teeth, wishing she could tear Shen Zhihuan to pieces.
"If you have nothing to do, just leave now. Don't show off your status as the director's wife. I don't have time to chat with you." Shen Zhihuan covered her mouth and yawned.
"Oh! By the way! Shen Zhilan, don't try to hit on me in the future. If you make me angry, you will suffer the consequences." Shen Zhihuan raised his chin and added coldly.
Shen Zhilan rolled up her sleeves and said, "Short-lived ghost, if I don't punish you today, I won't be named..."
"Shen Zhilan, who are you going to deal with?" Li Qiuhua threw the hoe in his hand and said angrily.
On the way home, she heard the villagers talking about her second daughter coming back on a 28-inch bicycle.
She still found it strange.
She hasn't even gone to settle the score with her yet, but she comes back here to show off.
"Second sister, you are not allowed to bully third sister!" Little Weidong, who came in later, ran to the front of Shen Zhihuan, stretched out his arms, raised his little face and glared at Shen Zhilan.
Shen Zhilan had a mouthful of blood stuck in her throat.
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"Mom, it was my younger sister who scolded me first." Shen Zhilan secretly glared at Xiao Weidong, turned her head and looked at Li Qiuhua aggrievedly.
"Let me ask you, were you the one who asked the matchmaker to find a husband for your younger sister?" Li Qiuhua said with a cold face.
"Mom, I did that for my younger sister's own good. Boss Zhu is a big boss in the slaughterhouse. He has a high salary and good benefits. His salary alone is several dozen yuan a month, not to mention the tributes from his subordinates. There is no girl in our village who doesn't want to marry into Boss Zhu's family."
"It's only because Boss Zhu has high standards and doesn't look down on those mediocre women, otherwise he would have married eight or ten wives, and how could such a good thing fall on our little sister?"
Looking at Shen Zhilan chattering non-stop, Shen Zhihuan took a stool and sat down.
"Oh! Shen Zhilan, you're different now as the wife of the production director. You know about vulgarity, but do you know how to write the word 'shame'?" Shen Zhihuan curled his lips and smiled.
Slaughterhouse...
It turns out that he wants to exchange her bones for big fat meat.
He is a man who knows how to do business.
Shen Zhilan stamped her feet and said, "Mom, look at her. I am her second sister after all, but she keeps calling me Shen Zhilan, and you don't do anything about it."
"Do you treat her as your sister?" Li Qiuhua frowned and looked at Shen Zhilan, his face full of grief.
If she still doesn't understand it now, then she has lived in vain for these decades.
Nowadays, in order to buy some good fat meat to improve the diet, anyone with a little money would give money, cigarettes and food to the people in the slaughterhouse. This was an unspoken secret among everyone.
But there is really no sister who would push her own sister into the fire pit just because of stuttering.
How could she raise such a heartless person?
Shen Zhilan stiffened her neck, "Mom, what are you talking about? Why didn't I treat her as my own sister? Although Boss Zhu is a little older, he is caring!"
"Boss Zhu said that he and his three sons will be responsible for making money, while his mother and two sisters will be responsible for household affairs. The youngest sister will just take care of herself after she gets married..."
"Boss Zhu is such a caring person. Shen Zhilan, why don't you divorce Yang Zhongyi and marry him to enjoy a peaceful life! You can also eat free fat meat every day." Shen Zhihuan curled his lips and smiled coldly.
(End of this chapter)