Quick Travel System: Age Strategy

My name is Ding Xiulan, and I’m a farm girl from Xiuhua Village under the jurisdiction of Wu Town.

My parents are farmers who make a living working in the fields. My mother suffered physical injuries when she was pregnant with me, so it is difficult for her to have another child in this life.

My father always disliked my mother at home. He thought that my mother could not give birth to a son for him, which made him unable to hold his head up and be ridiculed in the village. He always walked with his head down.

My mother didn't dare to rebel against my father at home. She lived under my father's shadow and provided me with a seemingly worry-free sky.

Although my father didn't like me very much during my childhood and looked at me because my nose was not a nose and my eyes were not eyes, I still completed elementary school and junior high school under the protection of my mother.

There are many reasons why I didn't go to high school, but the key reason was that my father took all the tuition money my mother had saved for me and gave it to the widow in the village.

The widow had a child who was a little older than me, a boy, the biological son of the widow's deceased husband.

I guess my father was hanging out with the widow because he thought she could give birth to a boy.

One time I heard a sound that sounded like my father's breathing in a cornfield. I quietly dug open the door and saw that it was my father and the widow having sex in there.

This scene was a great shock to me as a child. I sneaked home and told my mother the truth. My mother said with a stiff face that children should not meddle in adult affairs.

From then on, she became even more taciturn. I didn't understand why she chose to keep quiet and not tell her father about it after she knew about his affair.

My father might not have known until my mother died that she had already noticed his infidelity.

Deep down, I looked down on my mother. I looked down on her for choosing to protect a family that had already been broken, and I looked down on her for not living up to her expectations.

After finishing junior high school, I, Ding Xiulan, vowed not to become a person like my mother in this life!

The husband I choose in the future must listen to me and never resist me.

With my junior high school diploma, I got a formal job in a factory in town and became an assembly line worker.

In the second year, a group of technical researchers came to the factory, including my future husband Ye Jixian.

I would often see him sitting and eating with a group of his colleagues in the cafeteria, and the more I observed him, the more I wanted to make him my husband.

I began to deliberately create chance encounters in the factory, get to know him and communicate with him. He gradually developed a liking for me, and after he confessed his love to me, we got together.

At the beginning, I suppressed my domineering and strong nature and pretended to be good-tempered. This made his family very satisfied with me and they didn't mind that I was from the countryside.

In this way, we entered into marriage smoothly and had a child named Ye Gang. After giving birth to a boy for the Ye family, my husband jumped for joy. For me, I felt confident and had status, which was inseparable from the environment I grew up in.

Influenced by the way my father and mother get along, although I don’t want to be a person like my mother, I am similar to her in some ways. I always think that boys are more valuable than girls, and the closed-minded idea of ​​favoring boys over girls is deeply rooted in my bones.

One time, my husband went out to dinner with his colleagues and boasted to them that I had given birth to a son for him. Unexpectedly, when he returned home alone at night, a few jealous colleagues covered him with a black cloth and broke one of his legs.

The husband didn’t know who beat him that night. Those people covered his face without saying a word, and hit his legs with wooden sticks. After beating him, they left the sticks there and hurried away.

After the husband calmed down by covering his legs, he took off the black cloth on his face. Where was there anyone on the dark street? ?

……

In the hospital, I knelt down and begged the doctor if there was any way to cure my husband, no matter what it was and no matter how much it cost.

My husband cannot live without legs. He is a technical researcher in the factory and has to go to the workshop to check the machines every day.

How can he bend down and fix a broken machine without a leg?!

Unfortunately, medical technology was not well developed at that time and there were no prosthetic limbs. People with comminuted fractures like my husband could only become cripples, and installing two wooden boards to fix them was useless.

The leg had lost all feeling. The next day, despite everything I did to hide it, my colleagues in the workshop still found out about it. I explained that it was a lie and that my husband was in good health.

A colleague who had a grudge against me looked at me with sarcasm and said, "Hey, Xiulan, you are still lying even though you are in this state?! We all saw clearly that your husband came to work today with a limp in one leg. He has turned from a researcher into a cripple! I heard that your husband can no longer be a researcher in the future. Xiulan, you can't say for sure that your husband will lose his job and will have to wait for you to support him at home in the future."

"He's already crippled, how can he still be a researcher? The factory won't hire him if he's not healthy."

"Yes, yes."

After hearing this, I was filled with anger. I told him not to come to work in the morning but he didn't listen and insisted on coming. Now look at the sinful faces of these people who are mocking him.

"You guys! I'm going to fight you today!"

"Come on, come on, who's afraid of you~"

The scene became chaotic until the factory director arrived.

The cadres behind the factory director pulled us apart and told us that they would deduct half a month’s salary from us. I grabbed the factory director’s sleeve and asked my husband in panic if his job would change! ?

The factory manager said that her husband had agreed to change his job from a technical researcher to a boiler room worker a few minutes ago.

This was too devastating for me and I fainted in front of the factory manager.

When I woke up again, I was in the hospital and my husband was sitting by my bed.

I was angry and didn't want to see him, so I turned my head and faced the window to question him: "Why did you agree to go to the boiler room?! Tell me! Why!!!"

My husband keeps saying that the family can’t always be supported by me and that he has to go out to work. The children are only a little old and I can’t support the family by myself.

I had a breath in my heart, and I couldn't breathe or go down.

I hated the group of colleagues who broke my husband's leg, and I also hated the colleagues in the workshop who mocked me. I wanted to retaliate against them, but I had no connections. My family had become like this, and it couldn't withstand more changes. Ye Gang was still so young, and he was my concern.

It doesn’t matter what happens to me. If a child loses his mother because of my behavior, I will owe him infinitely.

……

In this way, I endured until Ye Gang grew up, and then I found out a connection. That was Zhou Cheng, a new woman from the union of the factory next door. I heard that she had a strong background and was arrogant. Her father was the director of the Revolutionary Committee, and her mother was also a core member of the Revolutionary Committee.

Continuing to dig deeper along this line, I found Zhou Cheng's father's home and talked to him. He was willing to accept his daughter Zhou Cheng as a daughter-in-law. After she married into the family, he promised that our family would not bully her and would provide for her.

After hearing what I said and the firm guarantee I wrote on the spot, Zhou Cheng's parents began to waver and agreed to let the two children meet.

After returning home, I was thinking about how to tell my child about this. If I asked him to meet directly, he would definitely refuse. I thought about it for a day and came up with a solution that was not a solution, which was to pretend to be sick and use the trick of inflicting pain on myself.

I know my child that most of the family's financial pressure and the verbal abuse from others have been borne by me since he was young. He understands his mother and knows how difficult it is for me.

So I took advantage of the opportunity when he just returned from military service and joined the police station this year and fell ill on purpose. The child really came back to take care of me despite being busy at work, and I also used this opportunity to threaten him to go to Zhou's house to meet me.

He and I were in a stalemate for a few days, and I deliberately became more seriously ill. Ye Gang couldn't bear it and agreed to it.

Things went smoothly. Shortly after we met, the Zhou family replied to me and said that it was okay and there were no problems with their son.

After I got married, no one in the factory dared to talk about the bad things in my family anymore, and I felt relieved for a long time.

My son's family hasn't had a child for several years. I'm afraid of the Zhou family's power, and I'm worried but I've never said it to their faces. I just keep complaining behind their backs, asking them why they haven't had a child after being married for so long.