But Ruan Jiaojiao knew just how difficult it was for Fu Ting to "work hard".
Fu Ting grew up in this village at the foot of the mountain; his parents and his roots are all here.
In the 1970s, rural men valued ancestral teachings, and asking them to leave the place where they were born and raised was as difficult as climbing to heaven.
Ruan Jiaojiao didn't speak, but leaned on his shoulder and said, "Brother Ting, we can talk about the future later. Right now, I just want to stay with you and our two children and be a good wife and a good mother."
She had no ambition for a good life and no expectations for life in the city, since no matter how good it was here, it couldn't compare to the 21st century.
She felt content being a couch potato here, but... for her son's sake, she had to pull herself together.
This is really giving me a headache!
So we should live in the present and not always worry about the future. Life is full of troubles, and if you overthink it, you're just creating unnecessary worries for yourself. x33xs.
Ruan Jiaojiao's words always enlightened Fu Ting.
So Fu Ting hugged Ruan Jiaojiao tightly and said, "You are truly my confidante and my little sun!"
Ruan Jiaojiao asked in confusion, "So why is your mind filled with nothing but the sun?"
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That afternoon, the good-for-nothing Fu Jun returned with his widow Ma.
The widow was in her thirties. Her husband had died young, also in the coal mine. She hadn't remarried in recent years and lived a comfortable life on the compensation money the coal mine owner gave her husband.
Because she had never given birth, her figure was far better than that of women in the countryside who had just given birth and hadn't yet undergone postpartum recovery.
In addition, since she was all alone, she was willing to spend money on dressing herself up, which added a touch of charm to her slightly plump figure.
Widow Ma loved to wear tight-fitting clothes, which made her buttocks sway back and forth, and quite a few men followed behind her to secretly watch her back.
She linked arms with Fu Jun, and the two walked shamelessly down the main street of the village at the foot of the mountain. Widow Ma tossed her hair, and a pleasant yet cloying smell of soap immediately wafted through the air.
Fu Jun strode forward with his head held high, much like an ancient official inspecting the country with his favored concubine.
Unfortunately, Fu Jun was not destined to become a high-ranking official.
Upon hearing this, Old Lady Fu was so angry that she collapsed onto the bed. Old Man Fu grabbed a weapon and began to teach this unfilial son a lesson.
But Old Man Fu was old and no match for Fu Jun, a middle-aged man. So he went to the second son's house and said to Fu Ting, "Second son, can I borrow your wife for a while?"
Fu Ting: "...?"
Old Man Fu said, "I heard your wife is quite a fighter. Let her come with me to teach that bastard Fu Jun a lesson. He's completely disgraced our Fu family!"
"..." Fu Ting held Ruan Jiaojiao's hand and said shamelessly, "My Jiaojiao is delicate and weak. She doesn't even dare to kill a chicken. How can she accompany you to fight your older brother?"
Old Man Fu: "..." Do you think I've never seen your little wife beat someone up?
Ruan Jiaojiao also squatted down behind Fu Ting and said in a sweet voice, "Why are you hitting people? I can't lift anything, I'm so scared! Husband, please protect me!"
Old Man Fu: "..." He didn't know whether he should utter a phrase that referred to the essence of Chinese culture.
Fu Ting: "..." Damn, my wife is so cute, I want to sunbathe.
However, in the end, Fu Ting and Ruan Jiaojiao still went to join in the fun.
In the main room next door, Fu Jun was leading his widow Ma, looking like he had given up on everything.
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