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"Su Mei," Lin Guoqiang held her hand, "Listen to me, you know how your parents treat you.

"When you married me, they didn't stop you, didn't ask for a high bride price, and even paid a lot of dowry.

We have had a hard time these years, but they have helped us a lot, and we have to repay this kindness."

Zhao Sumei stopped talking.

The husband is right.

Her parents were really good to her. When she married Lin Guoqiang, everyone in her family opposed it.

Only her father said, "Guoqiang is an honest child and a soldier. He will not let you be wronged."

Although this sentence later proved to be a joke...she suffered a lot of injustice.

But her father’s intentions were good.

"Besides," Lin Guoqiang smiled, "I earn more now, fifty or sixty yuan is nothing, so don't feel bad."

Zhao Sumei bit her lip and finally nodded.

On October 20th, Lin Guoqiang got up early in the morning.

He arranged things in the store.

I braised more meat the night before and asked Zhao Sumei’s cousin Zhao Zhiyong to help look after the store for a long time.

Zhao Zhiyong was seventeen years old and was studying in high school in the town. He had nothing to do on the weekends. Lin Guoqiang gave him two yuan and asked him to help greet him.

Then he put on clean clothes.

A blue khaki jacket was made by Zhao Sumei from the leftover cloth after the separation.

Although it’s not new, it’s ironed well and looks energetic.

Zhao Sumei put on the new cotton-padded jacket, combed her hair smoothly, tied it into two braids, tied it up behind her head, and pinned it with a newly bought hairpin.

Lin Jing put on a red coat and leather boots, and Lin Wei put on a pink pom-pom hat.

A family of four walking on the road attracted the attention of people in the village.

"Hey, from the Guoqiang family, where are you going? You are so well-dressed."

“I’m going back to my parents’ house to celebrate my father’s birthday.”

Zhao Sumei said with a smile, with a confidence in her voice that she had never had before.

My father-in-law’s house is in Zhaojiawa next door, and it takes an hour to walk.

Lin Guoqiang borrowed the production team’s donkey cart and pulled the family there.

The donkey cart was covered with clean straw and a layer of old quilts.

The two children sat on it, bumping and bumping like a sedan, screaming with joy.

Lin Jing stood on the car, holding on to the side of the car, and sang at the top of her voice the children's song she learned in the village: "Little Swallow, wearing floral clothes, comes here every spring..."

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