The tough life of a beautiful educated young girl from the 1970s who married a rough man

Shen Zhiwei ignited the fire, set up firewood, and after the flame in the stove rose, she took a shovel and turned the rice grains in the big iron pot.

When it is just cooking, it must be turned constantly to ensure that it does not stick to the pan.

She looked at the white rice grains and felt a little regretful that there was no good food to go with the porridge.

I thought, it would be great if there was a chicken leg or something at this time!

It was probably because the original owner hadn't eaten meat for a long time, Shen Zhiwei thought of the delicious chicken legs, and suddenly felt greedy.

If only there were chicken legs!

she thought again.

A high-end shopping mall across the front of the community came to mind.

This mall is a one-stop shopping mall. The first floor sells branded jewelry, cosmetics, and electronic products. The second floor is a supermarket and pharmacy. The third floor sells branded bedding, clothing and shoes for adults and children.

In addition to daily necessities, the supermarket in this shopping mall also has a variety of fresh vegetables, fruits, bread, pastries, steamed buns and various cooked foods.

At this moment, Shen Zhiwei misses the supermarket's signature cooked food - sauce-flavored chicken legs and lychee meat very much.

She seemed to smell the delicious meaty smell between her nostrils.

Suddenly, Shen Zhiwei seemed to have an illusion, as if he was staring clearly at the delicacies placed in the deli cabinet of the supermarket - a plate of freshly made chicken drumsticks with sauce.

Shen Zhiwei couldn't help but made a gesture of reaching for something, and picked up one from a plate of warm sauce-flavored chicken legs.

She brought it to her mouth and took a bite, chewed and ate it, it was delicious!

Am I daydreaming?

Suddenly, I heard someone slamming on the gate of the Educated Youth Court.

Shen Zhiwei came back to his senses and looked at his right hand.

shocked!

The hand holding the shovel just now is holding a big chicken leg, and the chicken leg has already been bitten.

Her mouth still tasted of marinated chicken legs.

So—was everything true just now?

Is this my space cheat?

Shen Zhiwei suddenly thought of the time-traveling novels he had read before, most of the time-travelers would have a space function.

So, she also has a space!

Happiness comes so suddenly!

Shen Zhiwei was very pleasantly surprised.

Only the knock on the door outside the yard continued.

"Boom bang bang..."

It was unsettlingly noisy.

It seems that it will not stop until the door is opened.

Shen Zhiwei frowned.

Which guy is so rude?!

Shen Zhiwei quickly gnawed the hot chicken leg three or five times, wiped his mouth, and went out to open the door.

It was getting dark by now.

As a girl's usual vigilance, Shen Zhiwei casually picked up a slightly heavy chopping knife from the wood of the stove as a precaution, and went out to open the door.

"Shen Zhiqing, open the door!"

It was an ugly male voice.

Shen Zhiwei opened the small half door from the inside.

What came into view was a man with the appearance of a bum all over his body patched.

Short and thin, about 1.7 meters, 25 years old.

Sloppy, with hair as long as half a blade of grass.

Very obtrusive.

This person is Zhao Dazhu!

The name is big, but the appearance is quite wretched.

A real toad!

"Shen Zhiqing, why did you open the door? I'm here to ask you!"

Shen Zhiwei casually picked up the machete to block in front of him, and asked him in a cold voice.

"Zhao Dazhu, what do you want from me?"

If he doesn't know how to behave, Shen Zhiwei is going to beat him up violently.

People are not ruthless, and they can't stand firmly, not to mention this guy is too ignorant.

"Sister-in-law Osmanthus told me that you don't want to marry me, is it true?"

Zhao Dazhu looked at the thin little beauty in front of him, his eyes were full of greed.

Shen Zhiwei said bluntly, "It's true, Zhao Dazhu, I don't like you and I don't want to marry you, you can go."

Zhao Dazhu thought about it, but he was still a little unwilling.

It is hopeless for him to marry a local wife in this life.

Watches, bicycles, sewing machines, radios, none of which he could afford.

Besides, he has no money to build a new house.

Zhao Dazhu intends to marry Shen Zhiqing so that he can move to this educated youth courtyard with an excuse.

Before there are no new educated youths to go to the countryside, he wants to occupy these mud-tiled houses.

At this age, he has never lived in such a nice house.

His house is a dilapidated wooden house left by his ancestors. It has been in disrepair for a long time, and he has no money to buy tiles. It leaks rain in summer and wind in winter.

Moreover, after getting married, there will be more labor force, plus the work points earned by Shen Zhiqing, he can get more food and have enough food.

"Shen Zhiqing, I still want to marry you as my wife."

Zhao Dazhu made up his mind and pushed the door to break in.

Shen Zhiqing in front of him has no power or power, so it is better to cook raw rice and let him handle it.

"Get out! Otherwise, don't blame my knife for not having eyes!"

Shen Zhiwei raised the hatchet and sternly gave a warning.

"Hehe, with your small body, you have a pretty strong temper."

Zhao Dazhu didn't pay attention to Shen Zhiwei's threat at all.

He stretched out his hand to snatch the machete, and grinned, "Shen Zhiqing, how can a woman point a knife at her man..."

Zhao Dazhu's words hadn't finished yet, when suddenly there was a scream of "Ah", Shen Zhiwei's chopping knife had been slashed towards his left arm, and at the same time he raised his foot and kicked him two meters away!

Shen Zhiwei, who traveled over here, has learned Taekwondo since he was a child, and has a little kung fu.

Although the original owner is thin and weak, she has done farm work for two years and has exercised a lot of strength, not to mention that she ate a big chicken leg just now, which replenished a lot of energy.

With a good grasp of strength, it was easy for Shen Zhiwei to deal with this not strong man.

Zhao Dazhu was thrown on the ground by her, and he couldn't get up for a while.

Clutching his bleeding arm, he wailed loudly.

He never expected that Shen Zhiwei would dare to be serious.

Shen Zhiwei strode forward, stomped on his chest hard, and shook the hatchet with a trace of blood in his hand.

"Zhao Dazhu, do you still want to marry me?"

Zhao Dazhu's face turned pale with fright, "Shen Zhiqing, I don't want to marry you anymore, please forgive me..."

His voice was trembling.

"Shen Zhiqing, stop!"

A man's rough voice of order came from behind.

In an instant, Shen Zhiwei's hand holding the machete was caught by a strong arm.

Shen Zhiwei lost his footing and fell into the man's broad arms.

His wrist was sore, and he handed over the hatchet.

His hands were immediately clasped backwards.

"It's not good, Shen Zhiqing killed someone!"

Seeing the opportunity, Zhao Dazhu immediately got up from the ground in embarrassment, and ran away.

While running, he muttered loudly, "Shen Zhiqing is crazy, she is going to kill someone..."

Not to be outdone, Shen Zhiwei opened his voice and shouted loudly:

"Fellow townsmen, Zhao Dazhu is playing hooligans by flirting with female educated youths sent to the countryside..."

"Okay, I get it, stop shouting!"

The man behind him let go of Shen Zhiwei's hand.