Liang Jincang is getting engaged today, and everyone in the village is talking about it, praising Okura's handsome wife who is envious of him.

There are only a few flowers in eight villages for ten miles, but the Okura family, an orphan and a widowed mother, was unexpectedly pinched.

Liang Jincang must be feeling sweet in his heart.

But besides the sweetness, there is more sadness.

Liang Jincang has been in a dilemma ever since his mother started making arrangements for him to find a wife.

Because of my family's situation, I really don't allow him to marry a wife now.

He is the eldest son of the family, with three younger brothers and one younger sister. His stepfather is somewhat disabled in his legs and feet, and life is not easy.

Besides, a family of seven only has these three adobe houses. Where can I put my daughter-in-law?

I am only eighteen years old, so I can wait another two years for my family to save more money. It is best to build a new house first.

In fact, my mother had her own plans on whether to build a house or a daughter-in-law first.

Although now a man in his twenties can only register a girl in her twenties, but in the village most of the people around the same age as the boss have wives. If you wait until you are twenty to find a daughter-in-law, all the good girls will be picked up by others.

Besides, the second child is also sixteen this year. If the eldest child becomes an older young man, if he doesn't meet the right person at that time, he will drag it back and forth, and even the younger brother will be delayed and become a bachelor. Mother has never seen this precedent.

This time, the matchmaker introduced such a handsome girl, and people also liked the boss's good looks. Even though the girl asked for a lot of gifts, and she also put forward conditions such as building a new house before marrying her, Okura Girl agreed.

A marriage arrangement, betrothal gifts and wine cost nearly 600 yuan, which is the price of three brick houses.

As the eldest son of the family, Liang Jincang has regarded himself as the backbone of the family since his father's death nine years ago.

Now he owed a huge foreign debt of 300 yuan for his engagement, and he felt that the burden on his shoulders was even heavier.

A new house needs to be built, and the bride price for the second child needs to be considered now. He also wants to work hard to get his sister who dropped out of school to go to school again. The food for the fourth child also needs to be improved, and he is almost as thin as a monkey...

In a nutshell, he must work harder to improve his family's predicament.

Liang Jincang decided that he would no longer work with the construction company after getting engaged. He heard that someone from a neighboring village worked in a coal mine and could earn three yuan a day.

At dusk, his fiancée and her family went back, and all the relatives and friends at home dispersed. Liang Jincang used a wheelbarrow to push the borrowed sewing machine, as carefully as pushing the Queen Mother's glazed lamp, and gave it to people.

Return it.

The sewing machine belongs to Widow Zhou.

The only sewing machine in the village.

This is the third time I have borrowed it. The first time was when the woman came for a blind date, the second time was for a reunion, and today we are getting engaged.

In fact, people in the village would borrow a big wardrobe or something to decorate their appearance when going on a blind date, and some would also borrow brand-new quilts to put on the kang.

Widow Zhou came out and worked with him to carefully carry the sewing machine into the house. As she walked inside, she smiled and said:

"Nowadays, it's important to find your own partner. You still rely on a matchmaker, and you have to borrow furniture to deceive your wife. It's all the same old routine."

Liang Jincang expressed that he was very ashamed: "It was all my mother's fault. My mother makes the final decision at home."

"If your mother hadn't made the decision, would you have chosen your own partner?" Widow Zhou chuckled.

After entering the house, I carefully put the sewing machine in place and covered it with a tablecloth.

"Hey!" Widow Zhou poked Liang Jincang, "We're already engaged. Have you told your wife about that?"

The topic was so explicit that the eighteen-year-old boy's face was burning with fever.

"You don't know how, can I teach you?"

The fingernails scratched the back of Liang Jincang's hand, and the boy's skin was covered in goosebumps, numb and numb.

"I'm going back first, Auntie." Liang Jincang turned around and left. He was so flustered that he tripped over the threshold and nearly bit his shit.

Widow Zhou behind her burst out laughing.

He rushed to the door of the main room to block Liang from entering the warehouse. He became more energetic and started to unbutton his clothes: "You haven't seen a woman's body before, have you-"

Liang Jincang's head buzzed, he quickly closed his eyes, rushed out, and hit the door frame with a bang.

When I opened my eyes and looked at the road, my eyes didn't know which direction to turn.

He rushed into the courtyard like a headless fly and ran away.

"Where are you running?" Widow Zhou chased her out and started crying, "Someone come quickly and stop him, stop Okura, this bad boy takes off my clothes -"

Liang Jincang ran out of the courtyard, forgetting that his truck was blocking the door, and stumbled. As soon as he got up, Widow Zhou grabbed her by the back and started crying loudly.

Her clothes were messy and her hair was torn apart by herself. It really looked like she had been ravaged.

At the point where the smoke was curling up from the kitchen, the neighbors were alerted, and instantly they were surrounded by people.

Climbing the wall and chasing people at night have been around since Nuwa created humans. But everyone, young and old, knows that Okura is an honest and responsible child. How could he do such a thing?

In the middle of the discussion, a loud noise came, and then a group of people rushed over like a whirlwind, including men and women.

They were Widow Zhou's three eldest brothers and sisters-in-law, all holding sticks, brooms, broom sticks, and pots and shovels.

Liang Jincang was stunned.

Why did Widow Zhou's eldest uncle and sister-in-law appear so coincidental? We had already discussed this, right?

Just when this idea came up, before I had time to think about it carefully, I got hit on the head and there was a bang in my head.

Then all the sticks, brooms, brooms, pots and shovels were thrown down, and they were beaten all over the head and face without thinking.

Accompanied by men's roars and women's cries and curses.

Liang Jincang stopped thinking.

Senseless!

His face felt hot, and the world in front of him was covered with a layer of blood red. When it passed through his mouth, he licked it, and there was a salty smell.

Instinctively, he turned around and ran away.

He thought he would be beaten to death if he didn't run away.

The group of men and women followed closely.

After turning two alleys, I tripped over a stick under my feet.

As the dust was rolling down, I caught a glimpse of a person lurking in the corner. It was Song Qiguo, the youngest son of the village chief, with a smug smile on his face.

This stick was intentionally stretched out to trip him up.

The men and women behind caught up and continued the fight.

Liang Jincang was rolling on the ground in pain and howling miserably.

Song Qiguo was caught in the chaos again. He gritted his teeth and joined in the chaotic beating with a fierce look on his face, and the stick never left his vital parts.

Liang Jincang's remaining lucidity wanted to question Song Qiguo. He had no enmity with him, so why did he hit him?

Suddenly, Liang Jincang, whose consciousness began to blur, caught a glimpse of an old man's shadow.

The shadow is very faint, vague, floating over like a transparent bubble.

Just in time to get mixed up in the chaos of sticks, the sticks were smashed into Liang Jincang's body.

Boom, it was like a muffled thunder exploded in Liang Jincang's head, and countless memories that were not his own popped up in his mind in an instant.

Self-employed, severe crackdown, enterprise contracting, stocks, state-owned enterprise restructuring, laid-off workers, commercial housing, Internet economy, Yuanverse...

All kinds of new terms, new technologies, and new knowledge that he had never heard of were swirling in his mind.

Seeing Liang Jincang stop struggling and his limbs spasming, the group finally stopped.

"Is he dead?"

Widow Zhou's second uncle used his hand to check Liang Jincang's breathing: "You're still breathing, but you just fainted."

"Then forget it, let's go back."

"It's an advantage for him, bah..."

The crowd dispersed.

Liang Jincang was lying on the ground in a very confused state of consciousness.

Although there is no other person's self-awareness in his mind, the old man's more than seventy years of life experience are firmly engraved in his mind and become his own memory.

The previous life of the phantom was considered a social elite. He was an engineering college student in the 1960s. He worked in this county when he was in his thirties. After his death, he wanted to revisit his hometown, but he did not expect that the memory would be left in Liang Jincang's mind.

After gradually sorting out that memory, Liang Jincang thought of a key issue. Song Qiguo never left his body, and he was clearly determined to kill himself.

What grudge do I have against you?

In my mind, Song Qiguo's fierce face and the stick that he struck down viciously came to mind...

An unstoppable hatred surged up.
Chapter completed!