There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s

"Xinyue! Uncle knows that you are in a bad mood, but can we spend money more leisurely? Your parents are farmers, living in the dirt, and they can't save a hundred yuan all year round. You are old, so you need to know It hurts.”

Gao Yunshan didn't care whether Xinyue would be angry or not, he frowned and lectured her.

The younger sister has suffered so much these years, giving birth to four children for Zheng Dakui. Her mother-in-law was sick in her early years and could not help her at all. The younger sister took care of her sick mother-in-law while raising the four children by herself.

The sick mother-in-law died, the children grew up, and life was just starting to look a little brighter. Xinyue suffered from convulsions again, and my sister had to devote herself wholeheartedly to taking care of her.

You can't get angry about convulsions, you have to get used to them, but you have to have a certain tolerance for getting used to them!

Before I got married, I was fine. I didn't spend too much money. I just bought clothes, a pair of shoes, etc., which was within the acceptable range.

After the divorce, my little sister felt sorry for Xinyue, but she couldn't bear to take care of her spending money. If this continues, my little sister won't be able to live a good life in her old age!

"Uncle, I'm almost crying. This car was given to the buyer by the sugar factory. It's public property, not bought by me."

Zheng Xinyue looked at her uncle dumbfounded. What was going on in his head?

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Gao Yunshan took a breath. He didn't believe what Zheng Xinyue said. What a fat job as a buyer at a sugar factory, how could he give it to a temporary worker?

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and thought to himself that he was confused. He almost forgot that Xinyue had another mad disease. It was better not to irritate her. new

Zheng Xinyue looked tiredly at the way her uncle looked at her anxiously, as if she would fall ill at any time?

Homecoming is as fast as an arrow, and she must return to the sugar factory immediately to make her uncle believe that she is not lying or crazy!

God, who will save her?

This feels like playing the harp to a cow. Even if you spit all your saliva, the cow won't understand and still believes in what it believes.

She simply said nothing, got on the bike and led the way. In order not to listen to her uncle's nagging, she rode very fast.

Gao Yunshan was so frightened that he chased after him. Everyone stood up and started riding. But his broken bicycle, which had no ring except the bell, was so heavy that he couldn't catch up with all his strength. Enter the niece.

Lao Gao's voice was almost hoarse as he watched the little girl ride her bicycle directly towards Xicheng, which was completely opposite to going home.

He was worried about her falling, worried about her hitting someone, and even more worried about someone hitting her.

The three children in his family have been worrying about each other since they were little, but none of them can be as worried as spending a day with their niece.

"Xinyue, ride slower, there are more cars in the city than in the countryside!"

Gao Yunshan saw the distance between the two getting farther and farther, so he had no choice but to call her at the top of his voice.

"Uncle, I have to go back quickly."

Zheng Xinyue turned around and replied. Seeing that her uncle was panting from exhaustion and everyone stood up to pedal, she finally couldn't bear to slow down. When her uncle was about to catch up, she kicked hard again, never letting him get too close. Close, lest he rush to escort himself back to the fifth brigade.

"Xinyue! Listen to uncle, let's go home, okay?"

Gao Yunshan couldn't catch up with her and had to shout at her from behind. He felt tired and felt more and more sorry for his sister.

I can't stand being with Xinyue for just one hour. How has my sister endured these past ten years?

"Uncle, there is a sugar factory ahead. I will wait for you at the door. Please ride slowly."

Seeing the sugar factory right in front, Zheng Xinyue turned around and shouted to her uncle with a smile.

"Huh? Slow down and look at the cars. Oh my god! How can you ride so fast with so many cars?"