Reborn in 78, I made my fortune by working in the mountains, supporting three families on my own.

Therefore, Zhao Lei was elevated to a higher level in her mind.

In particular, Jiang Xinyue recently flipped through the newspaper and discovered a special news item.

Speaking of newspapers, this was something Zhao Lei bought for his family when he earned his first money not long after returning home. Jiang Xinyue's exclusive gift was this newspaper subscription.

It cost a full sixty yuan in six months.

Zhao Lei once said that subscribing to newspapers was to keep Jiang Xinyue connected to the outside world and to keep her informed about current events.

Jiang Xinyue was very fond of the gift and often read the newspaper over and over again, carefully studying the information inside.

Until recently, a report titled "The masses have created experience to accelerate the pig farming industry" caught her attention.

Logically speaking, we are still in the stage of self-production and self-sales, and prohibition of private sales.

This article, with its seemingly unremarkable title, subtly reveals an important trend—it is clearly guiding the public to raise pigs independently.

Jiang Xinyue keenly sensed that this report was not simple.

Now that a collective system is in place, all breeding and animal husbandry are under the collective's control. Even private individuals are not allowed to raise more than three chickens or ducks, and the control is very strict.

An article instructing ordinary people on how to raise pigs at home was published out of thin air, which clearly contradicts current policies.

But the newspapers published it openly, subtly conveying a signal.

Jiang Xinyue's judgment.

The national policy environment is about to change, and restrictions on individual businesses and vendors will likely be gradually relaxed.

She secretly planned to wait until the end of the year or next year...

With one's own knowledge and skills, one will have the opportunity to realize one's ambitions.

All these changes were brought about by Zhao Lei's return.

Otherwise, she would still be just an ordinary woman in the breeding farm, living a life of confusion and seeing no way out.

"Sanshi, thank you for saving me."

This is Jiang Xinyue's truest thought.

She only muttered it to herself and didn't tell Zhao Lei.

On the other side, Zhao Lei waited for Qin Bowen and Wang Zongbao at the crossroads.

Not long after, two old-fashioned bicycles drove up from a distance.

Qin Bowen suddenly accelerated and drifted, kicking up a cloud of yellow dust, and stopped directly in front of Zhao Lei.

Dust rushed in, choking Zhao Lei so much that he couldn't open his eyes.

Zhao Lei immediately berated Qin Bowen: "You brat, what are you trying to prove in front of me?"

Qin Bowen abandoned his bicycle and dodged to the side, saying, "Hey, brother-in-law, I was just trying to show off a little!"

"I'll mess with your grandpa!"

As the two were playfully fighting, Wang Zongbao steadily stopped his old bicycle to the side.

"Brother Lei."

As Zhao Lei kicked Qin Bowen, he turned around and froze instantly.

They discovered that Wang Zongbao had not come alone; a slender young woman was sitting in the back seat.

"Wang Cuilan?"

Wang Cuilan gently jumped off the back seat, her cheeks flushed, and greeted Zhao Lei softly, "Brother Zhao Lei."

Zhao Lei recognized her; she was Wang Zongbao's third sister, a widowed young woman.

Wang Cuilan had a voluptuous and graceful figure and a beautiful face. Her two thick, long black braids were particularly eye-catching, making her one of the most beautiful women in the Peace Brigade.

However, he would only rank fifth or sixth at most; the top three positions were all occupied by Zhao Lei's three ex-wives.

Zhao Lei was only slightly taken aback. What intrigued him was not the other person's appearance, but why Wang Cuilan had come along.

Why did his third sister get involved when Qin Bowen was the only one allowed to call Wang Zongbao?

Zhao Lei wasn't stunned by her appearance. Seeing Wang Cuilan take the initiative to speak, he smiled and replied, "Cuilan, what brings you here? Is there something you need that Zhongbao can take you out on his bike?"

Zhao Lei assumed she had personal matters to attend to and wanted her younger brother to give her a ride, without thinking anything of it.

At this moment, Qin Bowen rubbed his sore buttocks and stepped forward to speak: "Brother-in-law, Sister Cuilan said that Brother Zhongbao is about to get married and his family is planning to renovate the old house. She heard that we are going to the Taiyanghong Brick Kiln and thought she would go with us to check out the market."

"Oh, I see." Zhao Lei nodded thoughtfully.

He then thought about it again.

Wang Zongbao was preoccupied with his marriage to Qin Xiaocui, and if everything went smoothly, they could hold their wedding this Chinese New Year.

Wang Zongbao's old house was just as dilapidated as his own.

Fortunately, Grandpa Wang Zongbao is diligent and capable, and he maintains the house year-round, so living in it for another 10 or 20 years shouldn't be a problem.

However, Wang Zongbao is the only son in the Wang family, so it is reasonable for him to renovate the house to get married and it is not considered out of line.

Zhao Lei looked at Wang Zongbao: "Zhongbao, are you planning to build a house and get married?"

"Hehe, Brother Lei, you know exactly what I'm thinking."

"Good job, kid. You're responsible and a real man. I support you."

Zhao Lei waved his hand, "Then let's hurry up and get there by this time. Maybe we can even get Director Wang to have lunch with us."

Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter.

Qin Bowen then rode ahead alone, while Wang Zongbao followed behind with his third sister, Wang Cuilan, on the back.

Two old-fashioned tractors headed together toward the red brick kiln of the Taiyang Production Brigade.

along the way.

Wang Zongbao, carrying his sister, dared not ride too fast and always lagged behind Qin Bowen, which gave Wang Cuilan an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Her gaze remained fixed on Zhao Lei the entire time, staring intently at his tall and muscular back, her heart fluttering with desire.

The more I look at Zhao Lei, the more I feel that he is tall, mighty, handsome, and, most importantly, very capable.

Saying she wanted to follow along to see how the red brick house was built was just an excuse; her family was nowhere near as well-off as Zhao Lei's.

Although Wang Zongbao could get a lot of benefits by working with Zhao Lei, he saved more than a thousand yuan, which was no small amount in the rural areas at that time, and was considered to be quite wealthy in Heping Brigade.

A little over a thousand yuan is enough to build a mud-brick house, but it's far from enough to build a red brick house.

Wang Cuilan's true intention was to use her younger brother as an excuse to get closer to Zhao Lei, hoping that they might have a chance to get together.

She was already widowed and single, so she didn't care that Zhao Lei had been divorced three times.

In particular, Zhao Lei has been divorced three times, and his three beautiful ex-wives have all refused to leave him.

Zhao Lei must have some extraordinary abilities!

Most importantly, Zhao Lei has been married three times, so his married life is sure to be enjoyable.

As she was lost in thought, Wang Zongbao suddenly slammed on the brakes.

Caught off guard, Wang Cuilan bumped heavily into Wang Zongbao's back.

"Ouch!"

Wang Zongbao's heart tightened, and he quickly turned to check on his third sister: "Third sister, how are you? Did you hurt yourself?"

Wang Cuilan quickly waved her hand, "It's nothing, it's nothing."

But she still secretly glanced at Zhao Lei out of the corner of her eye, secretly hoping that Zhao Lei would come forward and say a few words of concern for her...

As it turned out, Zhao Lei and Qin Bowen had already gotten out of the car and headed into the brick factory.

Wang Cuilan could only sigh inwardly.

Ugh! What a blockhead!

"Third sister, are you alright? Did you hit your head?"

Wang Zhongbao's concerned voice still rang in her ears, but Wang Cuilan glared at him irritably.

"It's alright, hurry up and follow them, what are you babbling about!"