Chapter 454: Chapter 454 Change Destiny Chapter 454: Chapter 454 Change Destiny No matter how excited Lin Wen felt inside or how he looked at his wife, life had to go on.
But as for how to live life, so things had inevitably changed.
Then Fang Yulan beca a mber of the Ning’an County literary and arts propaganda team, though currently only as a temporary worker; the literary arts were just beginning to flourish. It was a ti when talent was needed, much like the poetry societies established in various universities, where anyone who could write a poem or two was considered an absolute literary genius.
Such individuals were also highly sought after in schools.
Not to ntion soone with real talent like Fang Yulan.
The villagers all envied Fang Yulan, but the envy was not tinged with jealousy, for it truly was based on her own skills, which weren’t sothing one could simply learn at will.
As Lin Wen proudly and complacently said, it was lucky that both sons took after their mother; if they were like him, they wouldn’t be able to carry a tune, even the national anthem would be out of key.
Regardless, a Hu Qin ultimately changed Fang Yulan’s fate.
Like her mother-in-law, who had always looked down on her, yet was shocked and incredulous when she heard the news. Then, during the grand performance, she saw her daughter-in-law shining on stage, hardly believing it was real while simultaneously boasting to those around her that she knew this woman, this Erhu perforr was her daughter-in-law.
Her very own blood!
So, when discussing this matter at ho, it was always with contemplation.
After a woman marries, how should she live her life to make it good? Should she rely entirely on her husband? That could work, since devoted n exist, but most n are not like that.
Thus, it is truly hard for won in this world. On one hand, they need to demonstrate their value, but on the other, they are burdened with the responsibility of bearing and raising children, often managing both jobs at ho or working in the fields like farming couples, both doing the sa labor, but back ho, it’s typically the woman washing clothes, cooking, taking care of the children, and cleaning the house.
Fair? Not really.
In the past, won married to change their place of sustenance, leaving them with little choice but to serve their husbands, care for their children, and hope for a bit of dignity at ho.
But why do modern won marry now?
One is for love, and the other is for a ho.
But if one can support oneself, there’s really no need to bear children, manage household chores, or care for the elderly. This may sound selfish, but there is so truth to it.
Of course, this was occasionally the biased thought of Qiao Qingyu.
After all, if it wasn’t for He Xiuyu, she had no plans to enter into marriage; she had established herself in her world regardless of where she ca from, and the faces of so n were indeed repulsive. If she couldn’t find love or a man worthy of her devotion, she’d rather stay single for life.
What’s wrong with being single? Many of her married female colleagues were effectively widowed parents.
What use would such n be?
This sentint was not unique to Qiao Qingyu; many won in their thirties in her workplace were happily single.
Of course, she couldn’t share these thoughts with her mother, and she was very satisfied with her current marital status.
He Xiuyu was the fortune she had accumulated over several lifetis.
It was also not clear when, even in the northern county towns, bell-bottom jeans, aviator glasses, and floral shirts beca fashionable.
Qiao Shengbao had brought back many such clothes and glasses from Nangang City for his family, where the bell-bottoms were truly exaggerated and typically brushed the ground, regardless of the wearer’s gender.
This exasperated Auntie Qiao to the point where she nearly took scissors to trim the excess fabric to make sothing else.
The elderly villagers couldn’t stand it, yet young people still walked fashionably on the concrete roads; Uncle Six would shout from behind, “Nice pants, they’re like big brooms—no need to sweep the roads now!”
Everyone would laugh, but they didn’t care.
Groups of three or five draped over each other, carrying boomboxes, wearing bell-bottoms, and zooming away. This was in the countryside; the cities had even more. Even in sumr, so wore silk scarves around their necks and gloves on their hands. So girls, to get curly hair, would wash their hair at night, braid it, and upon unbraiding in the morning, their hair would look like big waves, then they’d tie a kerchief and feel utterly beautiful.
Of course, Qiao Qingyu wouldn’t dress like that, even though Qiao Shengbao also sent her a red plaid shirt, a pair of bell-bottom jeans, and a pair of pointed leather shoes.
Of course, she didn’t take the silk scarf because a few years earlier, Qiao Qingyu had already bought such items for the won in the Qiao family.
This was no longer a novelty for her.
This was the inevitable trend of social developnt, everything had a process, but looking at those bell-bottoms certainly evoked a strong sense of the era.
It was believed that soon, people in the county town would begin disco dancing.
These fashions were rely passing trends, and Qiao Qingyu was too busy to pay them much attention as the riverbanks were experiencing severe flooding. Although precautions were taken, the flood was formidable, driven by heavy upstream rain that raised water levels, subrging half of the cropland along the river, with corn knocking down in the fields. So paddy fields looked manageable, but the dry fields were clearly if not redied, set for total crop failure.
So villages were also flooded, and Harvest Commune sent help to the affected areas, rescuing what crops they could and managing what they couldn’t.
The people of Qiao Family Team organized themselves to dig channels and build embanknts to prevent the floodwaters from rising further, preventing potential devastation.
Suddenly, the mbers of Qiao Family Team were bustlingly active again.
Fortunately, the water receded after a week.
A preliminary assessnt revealed that Harvest Commune had suffered the least damage in Ning’an County, a silver lining in the misfortune.
Once the drainage ditches were completed, everyone finally relaxed.
Uncle Qiao then found ti to deal with his eldest son Qiao Tianbao’s marital dispute, which had escalated to the point the daughter-in-law, in a fit of anger, took the children and went back to her mother’s house and hadn’t returned yet.
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