Framed at the beginning: Female educated youth forced to marry disabled military officer

Meng Xiaoman took it: "Do I still have lucky money? But I haven't prepared any for you."

"I'm older than you, so you don't need to give me hair." Xiao Xiangdong said, "Every year you will be safe."

Meng Xiaoman took it and said, "No, just wait a moment." Then he went to look through his kang cabinet.

All the bulky clothes were put away in the wardrobe, and her kang cabinet was reserved for some intimate clothes and odds and ends. After rummaging around for a while, I found a piece of Zhengdan paper left with a couplet written on it.

Meng Xiaoman used scissors to cut a rectangular piece as big as the palm of her chin and folded a red envelope. Then he brought the money box from home, took the one with the largest denomination, and put it in.

Holding the red envelope with both hands, he came to Xiao Xiangdong and said, "Here, your red envelope is here. I hope you don't dislike it. I wish you peace and happiness in the new year."

"I don't dislike it. I like it very much. Thank you." Xiao Xiangdong took it.

Meng Xiaoman returned the red envelope, then opened the red envelope he gave her and took a look at it. Well, it's quite generous. He pressed the red envelope under the pillow. Seeing that Xiao Xiangdong didn't open it, he stuffed it directly under the pillow and asked, "Don't you see how much is inside?"

Some people can actually take the red envelope and resist looking at it!

"We'll take it apart tomorrow morning."

"Why?" Meng Xiaoman was puzzled.

"Get used to it."

Because of this, you can have a happy night full of expectations. Maybe it's because there have been too few happy things since he can remember. He likes to hide happy things or things he likes and save them for appreciation and savoring.

Although Meng Xiaoman didn't quite understand, he respected it.

Meng Xiaoman cut the remaining Zhengdan paper into six or seven pieces, folded it into a small red envelope, and wrapped it with money to use to give red envelopes to a few radish hair from the Xiao family tomorrow.

The next day, because they were going to pay New Year greetings, the two of them had breakfast early and went out.

Meng Xiaoman had no relatives or elders in Qinghe Brigade. Xiao Xiangdong had been away from home all year round and had no elders with whom he was close. The direct elders of the Xiao family are the second uncle and second aunt of the Xiao family, apart from father Xiao and mother Xiao.

Xiao Xiangdong took Meng Xiaoman to the second uncle Xiao's house to say a few greetings, and then visited the party secretary and brigade captain's houses before the two went back. When we walked to the back of the village, we went to Zhang Quanliang's house to pay New Year's greetings.

Zhang Quanliang's grandson, Zhang Changming, looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was thin, pale, and looked a little sickly.

Seeing the two people coming, he happily brought stools for them to sit on.

Xiao Xiangdong: "How is Changming's health? Are you okay?".

Zhang Changming smiled shyly, "Okay, thank you Brother Xiangdong for your concern.".

After saying that, he also brought a basket of specially opened chestnuts and walnuts for the two of them to eat.

"That's good. Pay more attention to your health in the future and don't let your grandpa worry anymore."

Zhang Changming nodded: "I know, Brother Xiang Dong.".

The bullpen where Mr. Chen lived was just across the wall from Zhang Quanliang. Meng Xiaoman and the others went to pay New Year's greetings to Mr. Chen and the others.

The three of them used to be either powerful or highly respected. During the holidays, there was an endless stream of subordinates, juniors and students who came to visit. It has never been as miserable as this year.

"Oh, we can't play anymore, it's boring." Mr. Qin threw the chess piece on the cardboard.

Qi Lao was unwilling, "Hey, Lao Qin, you can't just stop playing because you think you are about to lose. You won't act like this."

Mr. Qin's eyes widened, "Whoever wants to lose, I just had enough. How long will this kind of life last?"

Mr. Qin held his head in pain with both hands.

Mr. Qin was a famous professor at Beijing University. He had two sons and a daughter, and he and his wife were deeply in love. However, during the storm, his wife couldn't bear it and committed suicide by jumping into the river. His children also blamed him, thinking that he insisted on staying in school to teach and did not want to avoid the limelight, which led to his mother's ending.

Mr. Qin has always felt guilty. After being criticized by the students, he was afraid of hurting his children again, so he chose to be transferred to a place far away from the capital.

"Old Qin, there will always be a day that passes. Believe me, this day won't be long." Qi Lao said.

Compared with Mr. Qin and Mr. Chen, one is obsessed with academics and the other is obsessed with medical skills. He has a military background. After coming down from the position of chief, he has much higher political acumen, especially since he also has Qi Hengyuan as a liaison line with the outside world.

"Mr. Qi, do you have any gossip?" asked Mr. Chen.

"It's not sure yet, but you have to believe me. We will definitely be able to get out of here before too long." Mr. Qi said.

After all, Mr. Chen and others were still decentralized personnel. Meng Xiaoman was afraid of being seen, so he didn't stay long. He wished them a happy new year, said hello and left.

"I'm going to Sister Fang's house to pay New Year's greetings. Do you want to go with me?" Sister Fang's mother-in-law, Grandma Zhou, had helped her play cotton before, and even passed messages for her when dealing with Shen Jiaojiao. Meng Xiaoman wanted to pay her old man a New Year's greeting and say hello.

"Let's go together."

When Grandma Zhou saw Meng Xiaoman and the others coming over, she smiled and held a small bamboo basket filled with sunflower seeds for the two of them to eat. "Catch more of them. The sunflowers I grew myself and the fried melon seeds are so fragrant."

"Thank you, Grandma Zhou." Meng Xiaoman grabbed a handful and started eating.

Seeing that she only grabbed a handful, Grandma Zhou stuffed two more handfuls into her jacket pocket and said, "Eat more, you are too thin. Eat to get fat, so you can have a baby."

Grandma Zhou's words directly made both of them blush. Why did they come to wish each other a happy new year, and they were even stimulated to give birth.

"Mom, Xiaoman and his wife are still young and are not in a hurry to have a baby." Sister Fang said from the side.

Originally, Xiao Xiangdong couldn't work, so the family relied on Xiaoman herself. If she got pregnant again, what would happen to the family?

The Xiao family doesn't seem to be reliable either.

Grandma Zhou also reacted, "Yeah, look at me, I'm just in a hurry. You are still young. It won't be too late to have children after you save money for two years."

Meng Xiaoman smiled and nodded.

After saying a few more common words, Meng Xiaoman and the two left. Sister Fang sent the person to the door, "My mother-in-law is like that. She talks fast but her heart is good. Don't take it to your heart."

A new daughter-in-law in the village will have her belly stared at to see when she will become pregnant within a few months of her marriage.

If you don't get pregnant for half a year, you will be gossiped about as a hen that doesn't lay eggs. She was told this when she couldn't get pregnant after half a year of marriage.

Not to mention that the two of them were in name only, even if they were real, Meng Xiaoman did not plan to have a child so early.

As for the opinions of the villagers, she didn't care much.

"I know that Grandma Zhou cares about the younger generation and won't take it personally."

After saying that, he beckoned the child who was following Sister Fang over and gave him a red envelope, "Happy New Year, be healthy and safe.".

The little boy glanced at his mother, saw her nodding, and then said, "Thank you, auntie."

"So good." Meng Xiaoman touched the top of his head.

Sister Fang rubbed her son's hair and said to Meng Xiaoman, "It cost you money."

Meng Xiaoman said with a smile: "A little New Year's money is a waste. Children, they have to collect New Year's money to truly celebrate the New Year."