She remarried after her elder sister-in-law passed away early

Although the tone was light, there was a hint of provocation, as if she was laughing at her for not talking enough and not daring to play.

Yun Qinghuan's brain twitched, and he said directly, "Of course I don't regret it."

"That's all right, let's go directly to get the certificate."

As the man said, he took her hand and walked out. His movements were so natural that Yun Qinghuan stared blankly at his hand, feeling the warm breath, and later realized that he was a little overstepping?
After all, the two are a fake marriage.

But before he could break free from his hand, the man had already pulled her out of the gate.

Yun Qinghuan was a little anxious, racking her brains and said, "I haven't got my identity card yet!"

In this era, there is no ID card, only a written certificate issued by the village leader to verify the identity.

The man chuckled, and the other fished in his pocket, "I have it, don't take it."

Yun Qinghuan recognized it. It was all the materials that the original owner needed to marry Bo Wensong. At that time, after the original owner got married, he was afraid that these materials would be useful in the future, so he handed them over to her mother-in-law for safekeeping. But why is it in the hands of a man now? ?
While she was in a daze, the man had already led her by the hand to the entrance of the village and got on the bullock cart.

It was also that there were more and more people, and many of them were from the village. They looked at the handshake of the two in surprise, and Yun Qinghuan finally realized it, and quickly broke away from his grasp.

The man didn't force her by the hand this time either, but thoughtfully put newspapers on the bullock cart for her to sit on.

It was also a coincidence that Yun Qinghuan ran into Wang Shufeng and Bai Zhongshan again while riding the bullock cart.

Wang Shufeng saw that her complexion was not very good-looking, especially when she saw that Bai Naihan was so considerate and knew how to spread newspapers on the place where Yun Qinghuan was sitting. In an instant, her complexion changed. Bai Zhongshan said in a bad tone, "Are you a dead person? Would you still spread newspapers if you didn't see other people? Or do you just want me to sit on this dirty wooden board?"

In a word, the expression of Grandpa Li, who was driving the bullock cart, changed. He pulled his face and said to everyone on the bullock cart, "If you think it's dirty, don't sit on it. My bullock cart doesn't care about pulling you spoiled girls!"

Bullish.

After all, if you don't take a bullock cart to get to the town, you will have to walk for a long time. Of course, if you have the ability to get a bicycle, then he didn't say anything.

Wang Shufeng shut her mouth instantly, she was really afraid that this bad-tempered old man would really drive her out, but his expression was even worse, and he gave Yun Qinghuan a hard look.

It's obvious that this woman is hypocritically putting up newspapers, why should she be blamed?
To be honest, she has been in the countryside for many years and has done a lot of farm work, so she doesn't really care about many details.

But when she saw the woman's delicate and white skin and her hypocritical manner, she became angry. She was obviously from the city, so why is this woman who is not valued by her family living like a young lady? , On the contrary, it is getting better and better.

And she, a city girl who is often supported by her family and is more favored, now looks like a country girl. It's okay to get worse and worse, and her skin is getting darker and rougher, which makes her really Every time he sees this woman Yun Qinghuan, he gets angry.

Yun Qinghuan was very innocent when she was stared at, and because of Wang Shufeng's relationship with what Grandpa Li said, she always felt that she was connoting herself, and her face was a little red. She sat down quickly, not wanting to be eye-catching, But he also stared back fiercely.

Bai Zhongshan next to Wang Shufeng had a good temper. He smiled at Grandpa Li and explained, "Feng'er didn't mean that, Grandpa Li, don't take it to heart."

Old man Li snorted coldly and didn't respond.

Bai Zhongshan touched his nose, smiled naively, then carefully took out a newspaper from his arms and put it on the wooden board for Wang Shufeng to sit on.

Even newspapers are rare in this day and age. After all, newspapers can replace toilet paper to wipe your ass.

Toilet paper in this era is very expensive, not to mention Guanggui, and you have to buy it with a ticket. There are only a handful of people in the village who are willing to use toilet paper to go to the toilet.

This little friction finally passed when Wang Shufeng finally sat on the wooden board covered by the newspaper.

Arriving in the town unsteadily, Yun Qinghuan got off the bullock cart and stood there wondering if he should go with Bai Naihan or not.

But the man didn't give her a chance to think. He dragged her straight to a window of the township office, handed all the documents he had prepared to the staff, and said concisely, "We will get a marriage certificate."

The staff member was a lesbian. The lesbian carefully checked the documents and found that there was no problem, so she went to ask Yun Qinghuan, "Comrade Yun Qinghuan, are you willing to marry the comrade Bai next to you?"

Ask symbolically, for fear of being forced.

Yun Qinghuan paused, looked up and saw the man looking at her intently, his deep eyes made it impossible to see emotion, but his palms were clenched tightly.

She nodded, "Yes, I voluntarily."

As soon as the words fell, the man released his clenched hands into fists, and then smiled at the corner of his lips, and smiled at the staff, "Comrade, I will trouble you."

He was already handsome, but this smile made him even more handsome. Even the married lesbian staff blushed a little, and hurriedly responded, "Okay, I'll do it for you two quickly."

With that said, the staff quickly counted all the materials, and then took out the certificate that Yun Qinghuan remembered.

It's really like the certificate given to her by the teacher when she got a good grade in the exam when she was a child.

A little burst.

Could this certificate be the marriage certificate of this era?
Before Yun Qinghuan could get confused, the staff quickly wrote on it.

It also marked the date of their marriage, September 1975, 9.

After the staff finished writing, they casually gave the marriage certificate to the two people, "Here, here it is, I wish you a happy wedding."

"Thank you."

The man took it, and Yun Qinghuan tilted her head curiously to look at it, and then reached out and asked him for one.

There are two copies of the marriage certificate, exactly one for each person.

She was very curious about holding this award-like marriage certificate, and stared at it for a while, but once the novelty wore off, she felt that it was meaningless, and then folded the marriage certificate and put it in her pocket casually.

"Where are we going now?"

She raised her head to ask the man, only to find that the man was staring at the marriage certificate in his hand seriously. Hearing this, she carefully folded the marriage certificate in half, then took out a book from her cloth pocket, opened it, and read it The marriage certificate was clipped into the book.

Yun Qinghuan knew this book, it was called "How Steel Was Tempered". Bai Naihan liked to read this book very much. He usually liked to read this book when he had nothing to do. Sometimes he would stare at this book in a daze , looking lonely.

In short, Yun Qinghuan felt that this was a book with a story, and he cherished it very much. She really did not expect that a man would fold the marriage certificate and put it in this book.

For a moment, I felt an inexplicable feeling in my heart, and I realized later that she and Bai Naihan were really married.

At least in the legal sense, they are real husband and wife.