The Fat Wife of the 1980s Awakens

Arriving at the edge of the city, Xu Xiufang's destination was directly towards the cotton mill in the southern suburbs.

The factory gate stands majestically, with the hustle and bustle of workers coming and going in front of the gate as they change shifts.

She did not choose to act impulsively, but waited patiently for Xie Fei to show up. After all, the warm old hen soup yesterday had somewhat eased the relationship between them.

Time passed quietly, and finally, Xie Fei's figure came into view. His signature sleek back hair gleamed in the sun, and he whistled melodiously. He rode his bike easily into the factory, looking very confident.

Seeing the opportunity not to be missed, Xu Xiufang immediately took a few steps forward and stood firmly in front of him, forcing Xie Fei to brake suddenly and almost lose his balance.

"What's wrong with you? Why do I meet you everywhere?" Xie Fei looked displeased.

"I'm here to get back the money that belongs to me. If you don't give it to me, then I don't mind creating some 'fun' for you here. This kind of thing is nothing new to me."

Xu Xiufang looked determined and stretched out her hand to collect the debt.

"Didn't I give you the old hen yesterday? Why are you still so greedy?" He tried to use this as an excuse to avoid the issue of payment.

But Xu Xiufang remained unmoved. She slowly took out the IOU that carried the rights and interests from her pocket, her tone calm but unquestionable.

"Old hen? How come I don't know anything about this? I only know that your name is clearly written on this IOU. If you are not willing to repay it, I will go directly to the finance department to collect your salary in advance, and inform every superior of your behavior."

Xie Fei's anger was like a ignited flame. His face turned red in an instant, and the bulging blue veins on his neck revealed his uncontrollable rage.

His trembling finger pointed directly at her, "Go ahead and sue me if you have the guts! What can a mere piece of paper do to me?"

He was secretly certain in his heart that as long as he insisted that the flourishes on the IOU were not written by him, Xu Xiufang alone would not be able to shake him in the slightest.

This thought instantly calmed the irritability and anxiety in his heart, and a bit of pride gradually returned to his face.

Xu Xiufang had already seen through his little thoughts clearly.

There was a barely perceptible sneer on her lips. Although she spoke slowly, each word was powerful. "Oh, by the way, isn't there a girl named Xiao Mo in your workshop who just came from the countryside, young and innocent? If such unbearable rumors get to the ears of the leaders, do you think they will let you go easily?"

There was a hint of coldness in her words. It was obvious that Xu Xiufang had a trump card in her hand that was enough to make him wary.

When Xie Fei heard this, his legs seemed to lose support and his heart was beating like a drum.

He was extremely surprised. How did Xu Xiufang know Xiao Mo's secret?

Xu Xiufang seemed to see through his astonishment and probed further, "You're not going to tell me that you spent all that money renting that shabby little house for your secret rendezvous, are you?"

This sentence was like a thunderclap, exploding in Xie Fei's ears, causing him to sway and almost fall.

With cold sweat pouring down his face, he fumbled for his wallet from his pocket with trembling hands, pulled out a few bills almost with anger, and threw the money at Xu Xiufang with a sudden wave of his hand.

"Take it, take it. Don't meddle in my business! I will remember those who meddle in other people's business." Xie Fei threw the money down and issued a final warning in an attempt to save some face.

Facing Xie Fei's warning, Xu Xiufang just smiled coldly, "You'd better behave yourself. Don't forget, I know all your bad deeds."

The threat in her words made Xie Fei so angry that his teeth itched.

As the factory's work bell rang, Xie Fei had to suppress the frustration and unwillingness in his chest, pushed the work cart, gritted his teeth, glared at Xu Xiufang with all his strength, and walked towards the factory with heavy steps.

Xu Xiufang showed no sign of weakness and responded with a sarcastic eye roll.

He secretly sighed in his heart that Xie Fei was a man of many romantic debts. It seemed that no corner, whether in the factory or in the countryside, could escape his influence.

Along the way, Xu Xiufang frowned, with a lot of thoughts in her mind.

Widow Li's affairs were largely related to Xie Fei's frivolousness and romanticism. It was this frivolity that indirectly led to Widow Li's momentary confusion and led her down the wrong path.

Widow Li was kind-hearted by nature. Now that she knew the truth, she could not just stand by and watch.

With the money returned by Xie Fei, Xu Xiufang first bought necessities for the children, and then tried to find a suitable location for the repair shop. However, she found that suitable stores were extremely scarce, and the rent alone would cost hundreds of yuan.

Considering that she had to raise three children alone, her life was already tight, and opening a store in the city would undoubtedly be even more difficult.

In addition to the high economic burden, frequent commuting between urban and rural areas is not only time-consuming, but the children are physically weak, their diet and daily life cannot be properly taken care of, and their health is worrying.

Just when Xu Xiufang was in trouble and at a loss, a sign hanging on a big tree came into her sight like a ray of hope: "Popsicle wholesale, turn right and walk 200 meters."

This discovery made her eyes light up, and a new idea immediately emerged in her mind.

Her home is only separated from the county town by a river. Relying on her exquisite craftsmanship, she does not need a large number of manpower or excessive pursuit of sales. As long as her skills are strong enough, she will naturally attract customers.

This thought made her feel clear-headed, as if she had found a way out.

Therefore, Xu Xiufang acted decisively and quickly customized guide signs and eye-catching billboards, and purchased the necessary repair tool boxes.

All these preparations cost only fifty yuan. She was very satisfied with the high cost performance and returned home happily.

After returning home, Xu Xiufang immediately took action and began to clean up the weed-overgrown yard in preparation for the repair stall that was about to be set up.

But she soon discovered that the gate was too narrow and large repair vehicles could not enter.

To this end, she rolled up her sleeves without hesitation, and in a few moves she removed the old fence gate. As for the crumbling earth wall, she just kicked it lightly, and half of the wall collapsed, clearing the way for the expansion of the stall.

Just as she was about to start cleaning up the messy construction site in front of her, the village party secretary's hurried and slightly anxious voice suddenly sounded in the distance: "Xie Yi's family, stop what you are doing and listen to me! The old tractor lent to us by the neighboring village has stopped working for some reason. Can you take some time to check it out and fix it?"

The secretary's voice was accompanied by rapid breathing, and it was obvious that he had been jogging all the way here.

He thought to himself that since Xiufang could repair the TV so easily, then repairing the tractor should be no problem at all. Moreover, Xie Yi had worked in the Agricultural Machinery Bureau before and should have some knowledge of the technology.