Rebirth in 1987, the fierce wife is not to be messed with!

Ever since Yuan's mother came and made a scene, she wanted it even more.

On the ninth day of the lunar year, the weather was clear and the air was a little chilly. Yuan Yuan put on a simple outfit, a white shirt, jeans, and white sneakers, and went to pick up the car with the offerings she had prepared long ago.

At the gate of Xiyuan Factory, two young men stood like iron towers. The gatekeeper huddled inside, looking pale and trembling.

Yuan Yuan: “???”

One of the young men stepped forward and asked, "Are you Brother Zhou's girlfriend?"

Brother Zhou? Jiang Zhou? ?

Yuan Yuan nodded, "I guess so."

Another young man took out a photo from his jacket pocket and looked it up and down. "It's her, no doubt about it."

The voice was getting louder and clearer, but it was a female voice. Yuan Yuan had more and more questions in her mind, squinting her eyes to look at the person carefully, and then she found that she had no Adam's apple, and her chest was full, but she was wearing neutral clothes and seemed to have a chest binder, so it was not obvious. But it was indeed a woman.

She was less wary and took the initiative to introduce herself: "My name is Qiu Jiu, and this is my brother Qiu Wu. Do you remember the Lao Qiu Snack Shop next to the Hongjie Machinery Factory?"

Yuan Yuan remembered: "Are you Uncle Qiu's children?"

Qiu Jiu smiled and said, "Yes. My brother is the same as Brother Zhou, but he retired first. I am a female militia and have been trained. Brother Zhou asked us to protect you."

Yuan Yuan was shocked, then smiled: "That's too much. I just went home to visit the graves, it's not that serious."

Qiu Jiu said: "It doesn't matter. Just treat it as an autumn outing."

Yuan Yuan followed suit. She hadn't expected Jiang Zhou to be so exaggerated. She had only mentioned yesterday on the phone that she was going to visit the graves, but Yuan's mother had come to make a scene, and the villagers were afraid that they would not welcome her. Jiang Zhou directly asked two fellow martial artists to come and protect her.

Not daring to treat the Qiu brothers and sisters as bodyguards, Yuan Yuan drove to Yuanjia Village by herself.

Yuanjia Village is about six or seven kilometers away from Jiangjia Village, in a valley. The people here speak the Hakka dialect, and the people are tough and often fight. They have strong clan values ​​and are very conservative. In this place, it is extremely shameful for a woman to get divorced, and it is also shameful for her to not give birth to a son.

There are also advantages. The women in Yuanjia Village are all very beautiful. It is a famous village of beauties in the surrounding area. The men are also tall, white-skinned and big-eyed. There are very few ugly ones. Legend has it that Yuanjia Village had a queen in its ancestors. The queen was later buried here, which made the Feng Shui treasure vein here prosperous. However, Yuan Yuan knew that this legend was false, but the cultural relics were real. Later, a cultural relics protection area was set up, so Yuanjia Village could not develop at all.

So, at this moment, standing at the foot of the mountain in Yuanjia Village where the mountains were being pushed and land was being filled and factories were being built, she wanted to laugh.

When her car drove over, it attracted the envious eyes of the villagers who were passing by the graves on the road. They all thought that some filial son or grandson had made a fortune outside and returned home in glory. When they saw that it was Yuan Yuan who got out of the car, the villagers of Yuanjia Village changed their faces again, showing disgust, hatred, jealousy, and everything else.

Strange things are coming:

"Hey, isn't that Yuan Yuan?"

"She's divorced, but she still dares to come back to visit the grave? Aren't you afraid that her father will rise from his grave and beat her up?"

"Forget it, forget it. Don't look at her. It's bad luck!"

Compared to the smiling folks in Jiangjia Village, the villagers of Yuanjia Village, who were of the same clan and family, avoided Yuan Yuan as if she were the plague. Yuan Yuan didn't care. She was a woman in her forties at heart, not a thin-skinned girl in her early twenties. What was she afraid of?

I think it was a right decision to bring the Qiu brothers and sisters here.

At least when the two men stood next to her, the villagers didn't dare to come over and spit at her openly, and they all walked around her.

Qiu Wu hadn't said a word, like a big piece of wood that could move. Qiu Jiu was more lively, and said to Yuan Yuan: "The people in this village don't have a good impression of you, sister. I can feel the murderous aura. What should we do next?"

Yuan Yuan said: "Not much. First go to the ancestral hall to burn some incense. Then go directly to the grave halfway up the mountain. When you're done, leave and don't cause any trouble."

Qiu Jiu said, "Okay. Come, I'll help you get your things."

Qiu Wu quietly carried the heaviest load, including the roast suckling pig and the fruit basket, onto his shoulders.

As soon as she arrived at the entrance of the ancestral hall, she was stopped. The person who stopped her was Yuan Shiyi, the village chief of Yuanjia Village. He looked at Yuan Yuan with disgust and said, "Yuan Yuan, you are a married woman, why are you back? It's your turn to attend such an important event as visiting the graves?"

Yuan Yuan said calmly: "Uncle Yi, I will come back to burn incense for my father and then leave."

Yuan Shiyi waved his hands vigorously to drive her away like chasing away a fly: "Go, go, go, Alang has an unfilial daughter like you, and he even dares to divorce his lifesaver!"

No matter how Yuan Yuan begged, Yuan Shiyi was like a door god, blocking the entrance to the ancestral hall. Not only did he block the entrance himself, he also called several strong men from the village to block the entrance. Yuan Yuan had no choice but to light the incense and stick it directly on the ground at the entrance of the ancestral hall, and bowed three times before leaving.

As soon as she left, Yuan Shiyi stepped on her incense and candles and extinguished them.

"What a bad luck!"

Seeing Yuan Yuan silently enduring, Qiu Jiu couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Aren't they bullying me openly? What era is it now? The Four Olds have been destroyed! And they still don't allow their daughter to worship her own father!"

Yuan Yuan said calmly, "Yuanjia Village is like this, with strict rules. When I was born, I was told that I was a girl, and my grandmother never even came to see me. My dad borrowed eggs from neighbors and cooked them for my mom. Things got better after my brother was born. My dad was even ridiculed by the villagers for a long time because he insisted on supporting my studies."

Having said this, she couldn't help but be distracted.

It’s not that she wasn’t loved, it was because she had received love, but not much. So when her father died, Dong Yuehe left, and she met Jiang Peiwei, she wanted to hold on to him at all costs.

She wanted to go back to the days when she was loved...

As her thoughts surged, Yuan Yuan couldn't help but sigh.

My father Yuan Qinglang was buried in a solitary grave halfway up the mountain, overlooking the vast wilderness in front of him, with a blue dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right, and a backrest at the back, which is an "open bag" terrain. Legend has it that this kind of terrain will produce great wealth.

"Dad, I'm back again. I'm divorced. Will you blame me?"

Yuan Yuan personally picked up a hoe and cleaned the green grass and vines on the grave, renovated the stone tablet, and outlined it with red oil. Finally, she burned incense and paper, and offered three animals and wine to express her grief. She knelt straight on the grave, and the mountain breeze blew her plain white linen shirt, which was simple and elegant, and had a restrained brilliance.

After a long while, she kowtowed three times silently and stood up: "Let's go."

Seeing her walking slowly and her muscles shaking, Qiu Jiu went forward to support her. Suddenly, she found something black coming out of the grave. Out of professional sensitivity, she went up and wiped it with her finger and said, "Sister, why is there motorcycle oil on your father's grave?"