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10th daughter-in-law of the 1960s and 1980s

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Xia Ling: "No..."

Mother Mei: "No? Then what did you do? Spend it? Earlier, your Aunt Luo came and said that you went to look for a tailor in the middle of the day. Our family doesn't lack needlework, so why did you look for a tailor?"

"Mei Qian! Tell me the truth. Did you go to the Tang family behind mother's back and cancel the engagement yourself?"

A mother knows her daughter like a mother. Previously, Mei Qian kept insisting on canceling the engagement.

Mother Mei was on guard.

She had hidden the money well, afraid that Mei Qian would do such a muddle-headed thing.

However, she had not expected that she would be caught off guard in the end.

She felt a throbbing pain in her head. Mother Mei massaged her forehead and suddenly came to her senses. "What did you say just now?"

Xia Ling said, "I said, I didn't give the money to Li Qing, nor did I go to the Tang family to cancel the engagement. I went to the Tang family and gave all the money to Tang Nan. I asked Tang Nan to spend some time with us. I asked Aunt Tang to come to our house to discuss our marriage."

Mother Mei looked at Xia Ling, scrutinizing her from top to bottom as if she did not know her.

"Da Ya, who did you say you gave the money to?"

In the courtyard, grandpa Mei and father Mei were also stunned.

They looked at Xia Ling together.

Judging by her face and clothes, the girl was their granddaughter / daughter. There was nothing wrong with that!

But what she said shocked the three of them.

She had been so desperate before. Didn't she have to be with Li Qing?

Why did she turn around and decide to marry Tang Nan again? She even secretly returned the money for the engagement. How much did she want to marry him?

Father Mei said, "Big Ya, tell father, did Li Qing do something to let you down?"

Grandfather Mei's face was dark as he took a drag on his pipe.

"No matter how much of a Zhiqing that Li Qing is, he still has to work for me in the Mei village. I'll transfer him to the worst and dirtiest job."

When Zhiqing went to the countryside, it was true that they were all transferred by the Party secretary.

Previously, Mei Qian liked Li Qing, so grandfather Mei arranged for Li Qing to teach.

Those Zhiqing who were not obedient were arranged by grandfather Mei to pick up feces, water the feces, and do the dirty and tiring work.

...

Seeing the whole family, they were not nervous about the two hundred yuan, but about her.

Xia Ling's heart also felt warm.

She smiled. "Grandpa, there's no need to mess with that Li Qing. I have nothing to do with him anymore."

"Mom, Dad and grandpa, I just thought it through. We came from the countryside, and we are not from the same world as Li Qing. Rather than thinking about those trivial things, it's better to seize the present and cherish the happiness in front of us."

"Oh, you really think so?" Mother Mei asked.

Xia Ling: "Yes. Mom, I made you worry about me before. I've really thought it through now."

"Tang Nan is a good man. If I marry him, he will treat me as well as dad treats mom."

Without a trace, she flattered father Mei and mother Mei again.

Xia Ling wanted to skip this matter.

"Ha, my daughter has really grown up." Mother Mei nodded and smiled. "You took the family's 200 yuan without saying anything. The money for the engagement was also yours to decide?"

Suddenly, her face turned stern. "Go and kneel at the corner of the courtyard and reflect on yourself. Don't get up unless I say something."

When mother Mei lost her temper, even father Mei avoided her. Moreover, this matter was indeed Xia Ling's fault.

Grandfather Mei was originally angry too, but at least Xia Ling had changed her mind now. She wanted to marry Tang Nan, and her mother was here to discipline her.

After knocking on the pipe pot, grandfather Mei looked at the girl and did not say anything, but in his heart, he had made a mark on Li Qing.

He walked away with his hands behind his back.

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Xia Ling spent the whole afternoon kneeling in the courtyard.

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