There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s

Cao Qiuling wants to save face for Xinyue. Don't the people in your village despise you as an abandoned woman? Aren't you kidding?

Then I will show those people that as long as a divorced woman is good enough, she can still gain the respect of her husband's family.

"Mom, thank you."

Gu Changfeng pursed his thin lips into a straight line, his deep eyes filled with emotion, and sincerely thanked her.

"Ha, thank me? If you don't send me to the police station, I'll thank you."

Cao Qiuling glared at her son angrily. She was so angry about the watch that time. It was the first time in her life that she was so useless. If her son sued her, she would never be able to hold her head high in front of others in the future.

"sorry."

Gu Changfeng lowered his eyes and apologized in a deep voice, a hint of embarrassment appeared on his cold face. His mother had been talking about this matter, and he didn't know if he would be able to reveal it in this life.

"Don't tell Xinyue about the marriage proposal, mom wants to give her a surprise."

Seeing her son's embarrassment, Cao Qiuling lost any resentment in her heart and warned him again and again.

"Qiu Ling, you are a little too hasty. It is the autumn harvest time now, and the Zheng family is busy! What if you don't let Changfeng tell Xinyue to propose marriage to General Iron Gate?"

Mr. Gu saw that his daughter-in-law was eager to settle things, so he hurriedly reminded her.

"What should I do? I want to give Xinyue a surprise!"

Only then did Cao Qiuling feel that she was a little too impatient, but as her daughter said, Xinyue is so good and outstanding, what if she doesn't settle down quickly and is snatched away?

"I'll talk to my aunt first and give Xinyue a surprise without delay. ≋≋x≋.≋c≋o≋m≋"

Gu Changfeng pondered for a moment and proposed a solution.

"You don't need to say it. It's more formal for the elders to propose it. I'll go to the countryside tomorrow to talk to Xiao Zheng first."

Mr. Gu glared at his grandson, "Why are you so anxious?" Does he have the right to speak as a child?

Zheng Xinyue didn't know the Changfeng family's decision, but she just felt a little strange. How could her mother look at her with joy in the past two days?

She couldn't help but asked, but her mother refused to tell her, which made her feel prickly and uncomfortable.

The Zheng family has a happy event, but the brigade is very busy. Since more people will break off the corn and steal it, Zheng Dakui made a decision. The corn harvested on that day will be sent to the commune the next day to share the grain. After the commune has weighed it, it will be taken directly. Grain depot.

After watching Baomi's work at night, he no longer trusts anyone. He will take time to catch it every day. If he is caught, he will be punished twice. Once he goes back and forth, no one will dare to think about food anymore.

After all, he had stolen so much before, so he could have enough to eat for the time being, and he didn't want to anger Zheng Dakui.

Because the fifth team paid the public rations in advance, the food for other brigades was not yet mature, so the fifth team was left behind. These team captains had great opinions on Zheng Dakui.

Zheng Dakui was called to the commune on Saturday, and Secretary Du first praised him.

"Dakui! You really lived up to expectations and paid the public rations in advance. Do you think you can fulfill the tasks with this attitude? I plan to report to the county after autumn and see if I can choose one for you to take the lead?"

"Thank you, Secretary Du."

Zheng Dakui's resolute face was filled with joy. No matter how indifferent to fame and fortune, he still liked to stand on the stage wearing an advanced red flower. It was an affirmation of his ability and something to be proud of.

"You're welcome. This is the honor you deserve. Come and drink some water first. I have something to discuss with you."

Secretary Du smiled happily when he saw Zheng Dakui. A glint flashed in his eyes. He came over and poured a pot of tea for Zheng Dakui himself. Faced with Secretary Du's rare courtesy, Zheng Dakui was a little flattered and even more worried. He always felt that Secretary Du The look he was looking at himself seemed to have dug a trap for him, waiting for him to jump into it willingly.