Hot wife from 70s made a lot of money after divorce

She never imagined that one day, with a mental age of almost forty, she would be unable to walk in front of a pork stall.

Yang Qingheng felt miserable. It was not because she was greedy, but because her body was so greedy that she couldn't bear it. She drank white rice porridge all day yesterday and ate sweet potatoes this morning. There was no oil or water in her stomach at all.

She felt like she could eat a cow now.

There are a lot of people who can't afford pork in this day and age. The man also saw her embarrassment and pointed helplessly: "I'll sell you this skinny piece for [-] cents a pound, or you can take it back as a tooth sacrifice."

Yang Qingheng hesitated for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and said, "I bought it."

The man saw that her face was screwed up like an old bitter gourd, and the pain in her body was really funny. He raised the scale and said loudly: "It's almost a pound or a tael. It's a pound for you. Take it."

"Thank you," Yang Qingheng took out [-] cents and smiled slightly. He saw a large intestine in the bucket on the ground and his eyes moved slightly. "Uncle, your large intestine must have a strong taste here. Why don't you make it cheaper?" Give it to me and I’ll take it away directly.”

"Hey, you lesbian, you're addicted to taking advantage of me," the man laughed angrily and waved his hand with a look of disgust on his face, "Take a dime, take it."

Yang Qingheng was right. This large intestine had indeed smoked him all morning. If she could take it away, it wouldn't matter if she sold it cheaper.

"Uncle, you are so generous, and you will definitely make a fortune in the future." Yang Qingheng took advantage of it, opening and closing his mouth, and all the good words came out, coaxing him until his face glowed red, and he kept saying good things.

Taking advantage of the stall owner's good mood, Yang Qingheng took the opportunity to ask a few questions about the rules of the black market.

Finally, I placed a few lotus leaves on the stall, carefully wrapped the pig intestines and pork separately, put them into the crossbody bag I carried with me, and then walked towards the outside of the black market while shopping.

Thirty kilograms of rice plus a bag of pork and a bag of cloth were quite heavy. Yang Qingheng gasped after taking only a few steps. However, at this time, there were still people who didn't have eyes to come up to him.

Yang Qingheng held a bag of rice and swayed a hand to wipe the sweat. As soon as he put down his hand, he found that a strong man suddenly appeared in front of him.

This man did not look forward while walking. Instead, he stared straight in the direction across the road. Seeing that he was about to hit him, Yang Qingheng was startled and screamed: "Pay attention to the front."

Carrying a lot of things and trying to turn sideways, the man had already bumped into him with a long stride.

The sky and the earth were spinning, people were flipping over, and Yang Qingheng squatted on the ground. His eyes were so painful that he almost fainted.

The man in front of her seemed to have just realized that she had bumped into someone, and was scrambling to help her up.

Yang Qingheng saw the rice scattered all over the ground, her heart was bleeding, she slapped his hand away, and said angrily: "Others are blind or deaf, you are blind and deaf! It doesn't matter if you can't see the road while walking, I screamed so loudly Didn't you hear?"

Tang Bainian was stunned for a second, then silently retracted his hand, paying close attention to the other side with his peripheral vision.

Yang Qingheng neatly picked up the rice on the ground with her hands and feet, and wrapped the muddy rice in clean cloth. She didn't hear a man's voice above her head for a long time, and stood up strangely.

"Hey, did you hear me? Are you mute?"

The woman's face came closer in an instant. Tang Bainian's breath was suffocated, his mind went blank, and his mouth suddenly became stuck.

Really...really mute?

Yang Qingheng's heart skipped a beat. Thinking of his harsh accusation just now, he wished he could give himself a big mouth.

I tell you to speak quickly. I tell you to speak quickly!

With a stern look on his face, he waved his hand helplessly: "Forget it, forget it, I'm unlucky, you don't have to pay for it."

Remembering that the man couldn't hear, he closed his mouth again and walked away in despair.

…………

Tang Bainian discovered for the first time that a person could change countless expressions in a few seconds, which was even more interesting than the prisoners in the interrogation room.

Recalling Yang Qingheng's awkward and smart look before leaving just now, I almost laughed out loud.

"Why are you so fascinated?"

With a pair of big hands on his shoulders, Erniu curiously looked in the direction of his gaze. The alley was empty, and not a single person could be seen.

Tang Bainian shrugged his shoulders, rubbed his hand away, and said in a perfunctory tone: "It's nothing. I just saw someone here, who looks a bit like the thief found in the police station a few days ago."

"Where are the people?" Erniu was surprised.

"Something went wrong and he escaped."

"Hey," Erniu said disgustedly, "The police can't even catch a thief."

Tang Bainian was not polite, raised his chin to the two of them, and led them to a house deep in the alley: "You two have the nerve to say, if you hadn't missed the appointment yesterday, I wouldn't have gone here on the weekend. One trip.”

Song Hengjue coughed dryly: "I'm really sorry. There's something going on at home. I'll treat you to dinner another day."

"That's pretty much it," Tang Bainian nodded with satisfaction and asked casually, "Why are you so anxious?"

Having been with Song Hengjue for so long, he probably knows his character and has never missed an appointment. Why did something go wrong this time?

Thinking of something, his expression changed: "Is there something wrong with your research and development?"

Song Hengjue curled his knuckles and was about to explain when Erniu burst into laughter.

"It's really research and development." Research on how to create a new life.

Tang Bainian didn't understand this, but Song Hengjue understood most of it. His brows twitched and he yelled: "Shut up!" His ears turned red inadvertently.

Seeing that he was so excited, Tang Bainian was also surprised and said in a tight tone: "Is there really something wrong with R&D? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Is there anything I can do to help?"

This is not easy to help.

Erniu's eyes were wandering.

Song Hengjue had a headache and quickly explained: "Bainian, don't get me wrong. It's just some family matters. Erniu doesn't know what to say. He's talking nonsense."

After saying that, Warning glanced at Erniu.

Song Erniu curled his lips and closed his mouth.

Tang Bainian breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking of Song Hengjue's previous talk about getting a divorce, he couldn't help but say something more: "If you can get divorced, just get divorced as soon as possible. Putting it off day by day is not an option."

He had heard from Er Niu that Song Hengjue's wife not only cheated on her during marriage, but was also a ruthless character who could send her mother-in-law to the hospital. It was a nightmare to have such a dominatrix at home.

Tang Bainian shuddered.

If it were him, he would rather die than marry such a scourge.

"Almost." Song Hengjue had a headache and said firmly.

Seeing that he was not nostalgic, Tang Bainian breathed a sigh of relief: "You don't have to worry about her parents pestering you. Logically speaking, it was her parents who defrauded the marriage in the first place. Strictly speaking, it was blackmail. If they If there is a disturbance at home, call the police directly and I will find someone to help you deal with it."

"No, I can handle it myself." Song Hengjue refused.

"Okay, it's up to you." Tang Bainian did not insist and directly changed the subject, "Let's talk about research and development. The Industrial and Commercial Bureau has been keeping a close eye on us recently. You must be careful in what you do in the near future and leave all handovers to trustworthy people. People……"

Song Hengjue waved his hand and reassured him: "Don't worry, if the Industrial and Commercial Bureau catches you, we will never implicate you."

Tang Bainian took a sip of tea and nodded slightly.

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When Yang Qingheng got home, she was already sweating from exhaustion. She poured the rice she bought back into the rice vat, rolled up her sleeves, and took the big iron pot at home to the yard to wash it clean with a water melon ladle.

In her previous life, because she was young and energetic, and with Li Jiaoyan and Gu Yi constantly teasing and inducing her, she misunderstood that Song Hengjue was in cahoots with her parents and arranged an arranged marriage, which broke up her and Gu Yi.

In order to take revenge on him, he did a lot of wrong things, which not only ruined his future, but also caused him to be disabled for the rest of his life.

If Erniu hadn't revealed the truth by chance, she wouldn't have known that her parents were actually planning to sell her to a fool from the next village as his wife.

As for why she finally married Song Hengjue, it was Song Hengjue who tried so hard to deal with her parents.

Yang Qingheng couldn't explain how she felt in her heart. She was resentful and wanted to yell at Song Hengjue. She had lived for so many years without opening a mouth. If she had made it clear earlier, they wouldn't have so many misunderstandings.

After regaining her new life, her biggest wish was to be with Song Hengjue, seize the good era of reform and development, make good money, and run this small family well.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but think of the five hundred yuan, and her head ached.

It was around eleven o'clock at night, and Song Hengjue entered the courtyard in the dark.

The woman must have fallen asleep. The room was dark and the stove was cold. Song Hengjue laughed to himself and hung his coat on the back of the chair.

With a click, the lightbulb in the living room suddenly turned on. Under the dim light, Yang Qingheng clasped his hands on his chest, stood behind the door and raised his chin: "You still know what time to come back, what time is it now, where are you going at night?" Fooling around?"

The tone of the question was uncomfortable, and Song Hengjue frowned: "You think everyone is the same as you."

Yang Qingheng snorted coldly, opened the lid of the pot, and placed a bowl of rice heavily in front of him: "The leftovers are not finished."

Forgive him for not daring to mess around.

Song Hengjue subconsciously reached out to take it and glanced at her back strangely. For a moment, he couldn't figure out what little calculation this woman was having in her mind.

The food was already cold and he was hungry, but he didn't mind it and ate it into his mouth.

Needless to say, it tastes really good.

Yang Qingheng came out of the kitchen and saw the man devouring his food. His eyebrows twitched and he laughed angrily: "Why are you so anxious? You are twenty years old and you don't know how to eat when you are hungry. You should!"

The soup bowl in his hand was placed on the table with a crisp sound.

"For me?" Song Hengjue was so flattered that his head almost started to smoke.

Something is wrong, something is wrong with this woman today.

The outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, and he put it against his lips and coughed dryly: "I suddenly don't want to drink soup anymore. You can drink it by yourself while it's still hot."

"Drink, you big-headed devil!" Yang Qingheng was angry and glared at him with sharp eyes, "I can't poison you to death."

As if to prove himself, he took a big gulp first.

Song Hengjue then doubtfully picked up the soup bowl.

"The village chief said at the meeting this afternoon that because of the typhoon some time ago, many old houses in the village collapsed, and half of the educated youth point collapsed. Each family had to cut down six trees to help repair the old houses and buildings in the village. Build a new spot for educated youth." Yang Qingheng mentioned casually.

Song Hengjue raised his eyebrows, it turned out that he was waiting for him here.

Generously said: "Don't worry, I can handle this matter myself and won't trouble you."

Yang Qingheng knew that he had misunderstood, but he was too lazy to explain, waved his hand, yawned and went back to the room.

The walls inside the room are all made of earth, and the outside is plastered with a layer of dark lime that is half white but not white. Whenever you speak loudly, a layer of dust will fall down.

The only bright color is the wedding quilt on the bed, which is classic red with peonies. Song Hengjue even embroidered a few peanuts on the corners, saying that it has a good meaning and can give birth to a big fat baby as soon as possible.

It's a pity that no one would have thought that after more than half a year of marriage, the couple never consummated their marriage.

She naturally didn't shy away from this after reviving her life, but when she thought of the way Song Hengjue was calm in her arms last time, Yang Qingheng suddenly withered.

He opened the collar and took a closer look inside. Although it was not as plump as the later generations, it was still protruding and curvy, so he wouldn't be so disgusted by it.

His eyes moved slightly, he hesitated for a few seconds, took out a bottle of cream from the drawer, and applied fragrance all over his body.

When Song Hengjue entered the door, he saw the woman on the bed pulling open her collar, sniffing around, and stopped in her tracks.

"what are you doing?"