Traveling through the Great Northern Wilderness and marrying the most beautiful educated youth.

At Old Ma's home.

Old Ma, Old Ma's wife, and Ma Yinfeng sat on the kang (a heated brick bed).

On the red brick floor, a pile of things were laid out.

Two large barrels of pure soybean oil, two large carp, two speckled chickens, and two boxes of eggs.

The four New Year's goods were neatly arranged together.

Old Ma and his wife looked and looked, they couldn't get enough of it.

His mouth was agape from smiling so much.

Ma Yinfeng sat cross-legged, cracking sunflower seeds with a disdainful expression.

"Look at you two, so pathetic."

"You're so happy about just a few things?" Old Ma glared at him.

"How dare this girl talk like that?"

"Do you know how much these things are worth?"

"I worked hard in the production team for a year."

"I don't dare to buy it." Old Ma was terrified of being poor.

In the past, we could only eat meat dumplings once a year during the Lunar New Year.

"That's an outdated almanac from what year?"

"I have one more thing."

"If I took it out, wouldn't that scare you?"

Ma Yinfeng snorted.

"besides?"

"My God!"

"How much stuff did you post?"

Mrs. Ma was startled.

Ma Yinfeng worked on the farm for only a few months.

Why did you send out all this stuff? Ma Yinfeng became quite pleased with herself.

He slowly took an envelope out of his pocket.

"What is this?"

"A letter of commendation from your boss?"

"I can't read either."

"Do you know the father of my child?"

"I can only write my own name, I don't know how to read a letter."

The couple together know no more than ten characters.

"What kind of commendation letter is this... What era are we living in? Still having commendation letters..." Ma Yinfeng pouted.

"Child, don't talk nonsense!"

"The letter of commendation shows that your superiors value you."

"This is an honor," Old Ma said with a stern face.

He snatched the envelope.

"You can't read, what do you need the letter for?" Mrs. Ma asked.

"Even though I can't read, I'm still happy to see it."

"Over the years, our family has never even received a letter of commendation from the village."

"We'll have to watch this closely." Ma Yinfeng grabbed another handful of melon seeds, looking like she was about to enjoy a good show.

Old Ma touched it with his hand.

His brows furrowed.

"Something's not right," he muttered.

"Old man, what's wrong?" Mrs. Ma asked curiously.

"Why is this letter of commendation so thick?"

"How many words did the leader write?" Old Ma remembered that a letter of commendation was usually just one page.

"Why don't you open it and see?" Ma Yinfeng said, glancing sideways.

Old Ma opened the envelope and poured out the contents.

"Clatter..." Dozens of brand-new ten-yuan bills fell out.

The kang (heated brick bed) was completely covered with...

"Oh my god..." Mrs. Ma gasped, almost fainting.

Old Ma jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed) and onto the ground.

"This...this is all money!"

"Young lady, where did this money come from?" Old Ma's eyes widened in disbelief.

This is almost as much as the dowry I prepared for Ma Yinfeng.

"This is called a year-end bonus."

"It was Su Qingyun who sent it." Ma Yinfeng saw the elderly couple's surprised expressions.

He laughed triumphantly.

"Su Qingyun?"

"Isn't that your sister's brother-in-law?"

"Oh, by the way, he owns the farm."

"Is it because of your sister that you're getting this money?"

"No, the Su family has already split up."

"Your sister doesn't have that much influence."

"Could it be..." Mrs. Ma suddenly looked at her daughter.

"Young lady, are you going to be his mistress?" Ma Yinfeng was taken aback.

"What's small?"

"She's a concubine."

"In the past, wealthy landlords all had concubines."

"Oh dear, this is a new society now, why are you still working as someone's concubine..." Mrs. Ma sighed.

"My dear mother, what nonsense are you spouting?"

"Every worker on the farm gets three hundred yuan!" Ma Yinfeng never expected that.

My own mother is so good at making connections.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"If everyone gets 300 yuan, how much is that?"

"Su Qingyun has gone mad!" Old Ma slapped the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

"If you don't believe me, you can go ask Da Binzi's house."

"I'm not the only one working on the farm in our village," Ma Yinfeng said, crossing her arms.

"Could it really be true?" Seeing how confident she was.

Old Ma hesitated.

But it was just as Ma Yinfeng said.

There's also a guy named Da Binzi in the village who works on a farm.

Whether this is true or not, you'll know once you ask.

No, I didn't lie.

But no matter what, he couldn't believe it.

Su Qingyun really did give him three hundred yuan.

That's three hundred yuan! Enough to buy two bicycles! What does that mean? A couple of years ago, the whole village...

Only the village committee owns two bicycles.

They're all public property.

No farmer could have imagined it.

I can buy a bicycle myself.

But now.

Ma Yinfeng suddenly earned two bicycles? That's a huge sum of money.

It made Old Ma's head buzz.

"Alright, alright, you two look like you've never seen money before."

"I think Su Qingyun is definitely interested in me."

"Otherwise, why would he recruit me into the farm?" Ma Yinfeng felt good.

They believe themselves to be extremely charming.

This money is what I deserve.

Thankfully, Su Qingyun didn't hear these words.

Otherwise, he would regret it to death.

How could they hire such an oddball as Ma Yinfeng into the company? Old Ma and his wife finally believed it.

This made them even happier.

With these things and money.

This year, we'll have a prosperous Lunar New Year! (This refers to the village where Ma Yinfeng lives.)

There were only two people on the farm.

She and Da Binzi were the subject of much gossip and pointing fingers.

I felt both envious and jealous.

But I heard that the farm has very strict recruitment requirements.