A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

He Hongjin asked three questions in a row, and Chen Guifen said:

"There's only a few pieces of meat on the pig's trotter, and the hair on it hasn't been cleaned off. What are you going to do with it? It's not enough to bother them."

"Don't the mothers of the children love to eat this? Go get it and pack it up, and then ask them to cook it and eat it themselves. It won't go bad in the cold weather..."

He Hongjin stood at the door of the main hall and muttered to himself.

Chen Guifen thought so too, so she went back to the kitchen and took up the pig's trotter hanging from the beam.

As soon as the old couple walked out of the yard, Zhao Lanxiang appeared in the yard with a creak.

Zhao Lanxiang looked gloomy and started to curse as she looked towards the gate:

"They eat here and take it here. These two old fools are really too biased!"

Still not feeling satisfied after cursing harshly, Zhao Lanxiang rushed into the room, pulled Minmin, who was taking care of her brother by the bed, down, and slapped her in the face.

Brother He, who was sleeping in the bed, moved, looked back, then rolled up the quilt and continued to sleep facing inward.

Minmin's face was hurt from being hit, but she didn't dare to say a word after being slapped several times. She just shrank back, hugged her chest, and hid timidly in the corner of the room.

Zhao Lanxiang was also cruel. After slapping Minmin, she still felt unsatisfied and pulled Minmin's thin arm, pinching and twisting it.

"You're a money-loser, you're a fool! You're clumsy and can't do anything. What's the point of giving birth to you?!"

The only sounds in the room were Zhao Lanxiang's yelling and Minmin's crying.

Having been beaten so many times in the past, Minmin didn't dare to cry out at all.

Because once you shout, you will be beaten more and harder.

The farce continued for a while, but finally Brother He couldn't stand it anymore.

Brother He lifted the quilt and sat up:
"Can you please stop being crazy during New Year's Day? What will happen if you beat her to death?"

It would have been fine if Brother He hadn't said anything. But as soon as he spoke, Zhao Lanxiang turned her anger towards him:

"She eats and drinks from me, so what if I hit her twice? If you feel bad, why don't you give her the money?" Zhao Lanxiang reached out to Brother He, but Brother He slapped her hand away:

"Get money? What money do you want from me? Every month, I give my salary to you."

"How much do you earn a month? How many mouths are there at home waiting to be fed? My Yaozong has never tasted milk powder since he was born, and you still have the nerve to say that!"

Brother He's chest was heaving violently, and he almost fainted from Zhao Lan's fragrance.

He earned twenty or thirty yuan a month, and every morning he would pay it to her, intact, in the afternoon.

That’s it, isn’t it enough?

How many people in this village can earn twenty or thirty yuan?
Zhao Lanxiang was making a fuss and Brother He was too lazy to argue with her.

Brother He rubbed his forehead, frowned and glanced at Minmin who was curled up in the corner, trying to resolve the family conflict by making a big deal out of a small matter:

"She's almost old enough. If you really feel annoyed by her, find a matchmaker to meet her after the New Year."

Minmin in the corner was stunned for a moment, and then she heard her mother sneer and say:
"Looking for a matchmaker?"

Zhao Lanxiang opened her mouth to curse, but she thought of something and swallowed the dirty words back.

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A rotten face like this wouldn't be worth much even if you exchange it for a dowry.

but……

A gleam of light flashed in Zhao Lanxiang's eyes.

Rather than exchanging people for betrothal gifts, she had a better idea in mind.

……

The Fu family had been dealt with long ago.

When Lu Miao got home and put his things down, the first thing he did was to ask Fu Jingyou to light the stove. (End of this chapter)