As long as she has a child, she can be considered to have truly integrated into this family.
"In our family, there's no difference between grandchildren and grandchildren. You can tell by looking at me."
He Ruixue originally wanted to indirectly persuade her not to have such a psychological burden, but Lu Lan felt that she had said the wrong thing and said timidly, "I'm sorry, aunt, I didn't mean that. You and I are different, I..."
The He family is indeed different from the Lu family. She has fully witnessed her aunt's status in the family. Even her father-in-law doesn't dare to speak loudly.
While she kept her distance, she envied him from the bottom of her heart.
If it were my younger sister-in-law getting married, the He family would probably have to empty their savings. It would be considered kind of them not to sell their son to buy her a dowry.
As for exchanging her betrothal gift for money? If anyone had such an idea, her fierce grandmother would come over and tear them alive.
"You... forget it."
Seeing that she was stuck in a dead end again, He Ruixue sighed inwardly and didn't say much.
He unlocked the car, pushed it outside, and left the yard.
Lu Lan didn't ask her what she was going to do. Even if she asked, she wouldn't get an answer and would be scolded for meddling in other people's business.
Glancing at the various looks coming from the yard and hearing the noisy chatter about her, she lowered her eyes, held her belly, closed the door, picked up the tablecloth and began to wipe the table.
She really can't sit still, and moving around more will make delivery easier.
Sanshu Street is famous for its three century-old ancient elm trees at the entrance and exit, and this area was allocated to the Third Textile Factory.
Today's large factories are equivalent to independent small communities, with factory areas, workshops, auditoriums, vegetable stores, supply and marketing cooperatives, milk stations, breakfast stalls, bathhouses, basketball courts, children's schools, employee hospitals, nurseries... everything is available to meet most of the living needs of employees and their families.
Most of the people living here are factory employees and their families. The supply and marketing cooperative and the grocery store are located at the street entrance. There is an officially operated vegetable market two streets away. It is not large and is right next to the grain station. It sells vegetables, meat and some cooked food. Of course, you need a ticket to buy them.
The streets of the 1970s seemed to be covered with a unique filter of the times, or like an old picture slowly unfolding before your eyes. There were mostly blue brick houses on both sides, and a small number of cement houses.
Most of the pedestrians were dressed in black and gray, plainly and simply. The overall lighting was dim, and the only bright color was the bright red slogans painted on the wall.
The streets were dusty, and occasionally cleaners would come with long sponges to sweep up fallen leaves, but most of them were just slacking off.
He swept from time to time. When he saw that he had almost finished sweeping, he hid under the wall and put his hands in his cotton jacket to keep warm.
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