Second Marriage in the 1970s

The Dong family has been very busy these days. Since everyone has seen and confirmed Dong Jiahui's talent in sewing, everyone will bring something to ask her for help from time to time.

Or sewing and repairing, or making clothes, changing clothes, or embroidering a pattern or something. Of course, everyone asks her for help and is too embarrassed to come empty-handed. Bring two eggs from two old hens in the house, or vegetables grown in their own vegetable garden. For fruit or something, there are fish, shrimp, snails and rice eel, which are more polite. Anyway, the Dong family's recent food is better than before.

As for why giving food instead of money, these days, no one has any money left. Besides, in the era of lack of food and drink, food is equivalent to money, and money can’t be bought with money, such as those in the mountains. Wild mushrooms, wild eggs, duck eggs, and occasionally a few small sparrows.

Dong Jiahui didn't expect that after passing through, she would rely on the craft passed down to her by her grandmother to support herself. If her grandmother knew what happened to her, she would not know whether she would feel distressed or relieved.

After all, grandmother fled to her hometown in the countryside in six years or so. Daxian County is a bit far away and must take a train to get there. She thought, when it is convenient, she must go back to her hometown to find her grandmother, even if she can’t recognize her. It’s also good to be a relative.

"Cinnamon."

Chen Guixiang was mixing chicken food that day, and the third aunt of the village head Dong Sanjia pushed in.

"Oh, his third aunt."

Dong Sanjia is not in the same production team as them. When the cooperative group was divided into 30 households, there was a production team. Their home was the first production team, and Dong Sanjia was the second production team.

"I have a good thing about Jiahui."

Chen Guixiang smelled Xianzhiya, looked at the room where the girl from the west lived, invited the third aunt to talk in the room, poured her a cup of tea with brown sugar, and took some wild fruits from the mountain for her to eat.

Aunt Dong San smiled and said, "Recently, many people have asked me about Jiahui. I know you have always wanted to find a good person for Jiahui. Today I went to town and met an old sister I knew before. I talked about my family. This baby’s father is a statistician at the grain station. The child’s first wife is gone. The family has always wanted to find another daughter-in-law for her. I thought, Jiahui is pretty good, and she looks good. People are young and they have a craft. It doesn't matter if they can't give birth to babies. The one in front of them left three."

Chen Guixiang frowned. This kind of condition is not unusual. Most of the matchmakers who come to Dong's door are widowers, and they also have children in front of them. Otherwise, the reputation of daughters can't be raised, and young men and women will not come to propose marriage.

Being married for three years without getting pregnant is not a big deal. There is no shortage of people in the village who have children only a few years after marriage. However, the Lu family used this as a reason and said it with great fanfare. Dong Jiahui could only suffer this loss.

Although Chen Guixiang was not very satisfied with what the third aunt mentioned, she still asked a few questions carefully, and the marriage is tied together. What if this is a good one?

"How old is this person? Where does he work? How did the first daughter-in-law disappear? How old are the children?"

After asking a few questions, Aunt Nie almost couldn't stand it. She sighed and told what she knew.

"Thirty-odd people, surnamed Chen, belonged to a tiger, the first wife died of illness, my old sister got a little bit of a relationship with his family, this is also a casual conversation, the Chen family asked me to come back to talk about it, and they expressed their opinions. As long as Jiahui agrees, she is willing to give a gift of one hundred yuan."

Chen Guixiang looked at her third aunt's eyebrows and smiled, knowing that the Chen family must have promised a lot of money to thank the matchmaker. Otherwise, with the third aunt's temperament, it is unlikely that she would come here specifically for the matchmaker.

She calculated it in her heart. She is a tiger, thirty-seven this year, more than a round older than Jiahui.

Of course, age is not a rigid condition. If it's really good, it doesn't hurt to be older, but this matter cannot be answered easily, and you still have to visit carefully.

"His third aunt, you know Jiahui's situation, and I won't be able to answer it for a while, or you should go back today and wait for me to talk to Jiahui."

Aunt Dong San didn't expect it to be done today. She drank the brown sugar tea in the bowl, wiped her mouth and got up, "Okay, then I'll wait for your news."

When the eldest daughter-in-law came back from the field, Chen Guixiang told her about it in private. The reason for telling Zhou Yindi was because Zhou Yindi’s second brother worked in the town and was an accountant of the supply and marketing agency. The supply and marketing agency was in front of the grain station and asked about the Chen family. Convenient.

"Mom, I know, I'll go home early tomorrow."

Zhou Yindi immediately responded when she heard what her mother-in-law had said. She had always cared for Chen Jiahui, a sister-in-law, sincerely. She also hoped that she could find a suitable husband, who would love her well in the next life, and stop suffering.

Chen Guixiang nodded, and then said, "Don't go empty-handed when you go back. Bring back the dozen eggs you saved at home."

Zhou Yindi hurriedly shook her head, "Mom, no need. Keep the eggs at home. I will go back and pass through the town, and just give my nephew some snacks."

For example, biscuits, fruit candies, etc., are decent and realistic to bring back, and the price is not expensive.

Chen Guixiang patted her arm, obviously disagreeing with her daughter-in-law.

"Let you take it with you, you buy it, and ours belong to ours."

Early the next morning, Chen Guixiang sent away his daughter-in-law Zhou Yindi and went into the girl's room and saw Dong Jiahui sewing clothes stitch by stitch.

Someone sent a piece of cloth the day before yesterday and asked Jiahui to make her clothes, which is the popular Lenin outfit. The reward was two catties of rice and three catties of sweet potatoes.

Sweet potatoes are not rare, but rice is very rare. Two catties of rice is enough for the whole family to eat white rice.

"It's a pity that we don't have a sewing machine. It's quick to make it with a sewing machine."

A few daughter-in-laws got married early. At that time, every household was in difficult conditions, and there was no spare money to buy this valuable thing. Besides, sewing machines not only need money to buy, but also use industrial tickets, which is not something ordinary farmers can buy.

"It's okay, anyway, I don't do anything else now. I just sew a few clothes. It's not a big deal."

Dong Jiahui's temperament is not an advantage of love. Her current status is an abandoned woman who has returned to her natal family.

The rural areas of this era pay attention to the water thrown out by the married daughter. Not to mention that she is also the daughter of the Dong family, but in the eyes of others, her current status is indeed criticized.

Her teeth sometimes bit her tongue. My parents and brothers don’t care, and I don’t know what a few sister-in-laws would think. She can do her best to contribute to the family and eat more confidently when she eats.

Chen Guixiang sat down and touched her daughter's hair. Dong Jiahui's thoughts she could understand as a mother. If it weren't for other people's perspectives, she would be happy to keep her daughter by her side for a lifetime.

But she and her husband will get old one day, and they can't let her daughter live alone in this world. They still have to find a good person for her.

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"Donglin, you have to think clearly. Your hard work for more than ten years has been wasted. Let me tell you that you have a good chance to rise this time. You will become the battalion commander if you get to the next level. Retiring from the army can be said to have fallen short."

Soldiers are popular now, and even the chairman says he doesn’t like red makeup and arms. It’s not easy for children like them who came out of the countryside to walk step by step.

Zhao Donglin smoked a cigarette in silence. He was tall and burly, with a national character face, firm and bold eyebrows, and a heroic man.

"I've already considered it clearly. Let's just do it. There is always something to do in life. Something happened at home, plus my leg was injured before, so it may not be possible to go far even if I stay."

No one in the army said about his divorce from Wang Mei. Apart from feeling a bit embarrassing, he didn't want his comrades to worry about it.

"Hey, it's just a pity that we have been comrades-in-arms for so many years, so I really can't bear to separate."

Zhao Donglin spit out a smoke ring in the night. He pulled the corner of his mouth, flicked the ashes, and looked at the distant night sky with his cigarette.

A few months ago, he received a letter from Wang Mei that he loved and respected this wife because she was his wife, and he respected her because she was his wife.

That year, when I went home to visit relatives, I ran into Wang Mei who went to the countryside to jump in the line. She was struggling to carry a bag of wheat, walking and stopping, sweating, and he walked over to help her carry the bag of wheat and sent it to the village to grind. Rice factory processing.

"Thank you, are you a soldier? What is your name?"

She smiled brightly and looked at him sideways, her eyes gleaming with a full smile, casting a ripple in his heart.

He no longer remembers how he was together. He married Wang Mei during the Spring Festival that year, and the next year he had his son Black Egg.

In the past few years, they have gathered less and separated more, and the total time spent together is no more than two months. Wang Mei said in the letter that she did not want to live in such a widowhood, nor in such a poor life. She was eager to leave. In the countryside, he is eager to leave him and leave the Zhao family to start a new life.

Zhao Donglin replied to try to save it, but Wang Mei was very determined. She said that there was a job waiting for her in the city and urged him to sign all the divorce documents quickly.

"Donglin, don't let me hate you. I have waited too long for this day. It was a mistake to go to the countryside, and it was a mistake to marry you. I can't let the wrong life go on. This is the last time I ask you. Please allow me to live for myself once."

Her words made him feel heartbroken. It was hard to say that it was so painful but also discouraged. It seemed that he had met Wang Mei for the first time and also understood her determination.

Zhao Donglin signed the divorce documents, and the twisted melon is not sweet, and this marriage now seems to be a child's play in memory.

Perhaps as Wang Mei said, they were wrong from the beginning.

Zhao Donglin closed his eyes and thought to himself, that's it, for so many years, in fact, he has been very tired and tired.