Old Li, Li Jianguo.
Zhao Aimin's father was also an employee of the rolling mill.
His father had left because of an accident.
Li Jianguo's leg was accidentally stuck in the machine when he was working.
When her father was holding his funeral.
Li Jianguo was lying on the hospital bed, preparing for surgery.
The doctor said that it was fortunate that she was sent in time.
Otherwise, he would have to amputate.
No matter what.
In the end, his leg was saved.
Although he was crippled.
Now, the family relied on Old Li's wife to work in the food factory.
Old Li could only spend some money at home.
Paper boxes, embroidery, and other chores.
There was no special factory to work in.
They were all distributed by the street office according to the applications of each family.
Li Jianguo limped.
She had three children at home.
Eligible for distribution.
Otherwise…
You don't have the chance to do those chores yet.
The cardboard box had its own rules.
The rules for the big and small paper boxes were different.
The box containing the medicine was different from the box containing the lock.
Of course.
Their sizes and uses were different.
The price was also different.
Some of them were worth one or two cents each.
Some of them were split into five or six pieces.
This wasn't something that could be done every day.
How many things were sent from above?
Then, they divided it among the families.
The quantity was limited.
If there was too much work.
He could earn eight or nine yuan a month.
If there was less work.
He wouldn't be able to earn money for a few months.
"Uncle Li, I'm going on a blind date this afternoon."
"There are too many dishes."
"Everyone is still eating."
"This person just left."
"I just wanted to send it to you."
He was satisfied with the paper box in his hand.
Only then did Old Li put down the things.
He used more strength.
He sat up slowly.
He looked at the food on the plate.
Old Li felt very upset.
Two pork trotters.
A few prawns.
There were also two hairy crabs.
It looked as if it had just been made.
How was this not edible?
It was clearly reserved for him.
In this era.
How could he not finish the meat?
Old Li felt warm in his heart.
She propped herself up and moved to the side.
Zhao Aimin was extremely nervous.
"Uncle Li, you stay here."
"We have to be careful."
Zhao Aimin stepped forward and grabbed his hand.
"Aimin, I…"
Li Jianguo didn't know what to say.
Her voice was tinged with tears.
He was almost fifty years old.
In the past, a hundred kilograms of iron was as easy as lifting cotton in his hand.
But now, she was like a child beside Zhao Aimin.
"Uncle Li, you and my father are like brothers.”
"My dad is no longer around."
"If you don't mind me."
"If you need any help, just call me.”
Zhao Aimin couldn't control his tears.
When his father died.
Old Li was still on the hospital bed.
He didn't even save his life.
He insisted that his wife come back to help.
He was helping her bury her father.
If it wasn't for Aunt Li.
How could he have made the funeral so perfect?
At that time, it would be a joke.
They were about to lose all their face.
The neighbor didn't say anything.
He was afraid that he would become the topic of conversation after dinner.
If he ended up with a reputation of not respecting the elderly.
Zhao Aimin's life would be over.
In this era.
Reputation was a good thing.
You can eat whatever you want.
He couldn't speak carelessly.
A single sentence could cause him to fall into a bottomless abyss.
Therefore, his reputation must not be tarnished.
Silly Zhu went on blind dates every day.
However, every single one of them took a fancy to him.
Wasn't it because she called him Silly Pillar?
This was the word 'foolish'.
She had harmed him for the rest of his life.
In addition, he had an ambiguous relationship with a widow.
He liked to fight with others for no reason.
He was simply a big bastard.
With your character.
No matter how high your salary is.
No matter how good the ingredients were.
No matter how many properties there were.
You can only guard those few houses alone.
She could only let the beasts in the yard hug her and not let go.
This hug.
He had sacrificed his entire life.
Was Silly Zhu really stupid?
He wasn't stupid.
Are you fooling around?
I don't mix.
It was a path to the end.
He didn't know how to use his brain.
If you really tell him that he did something wrong.
He will apologize to you immediately.
He was born like this.
His brain didn't turn.
But the people around him…
He was the one who was treated as an elder.
All she wanted was to pair him up with Widow Qin.
She gave him chicken soup for the soul every day.
His mouth was full of benevolence, righteousness, and morality.
Silly Zhu felt that he had to take care of Qin Huairu's family.
Otherwise, he was insensible.
my own sister, why rain?
He was also a silly person who could confirm things in his mind.
She had been abandoned by her father since she was young.
Extremely insecure.
She went to school outside every day.
How close could he be with this brother of his?
In the beginning, she knew that her silly brother was framed for stealing a chicken.
He had to find someone to explain things to.
In the end, Silly Zhu said a few words.
There was no movement at all.
From this, it could be seen that the relationship between the two of them was ordinary.
If their relationship was really good.
With just a few words, she was willing to let her brother bear the reputation of stealing chickens.
How important was this thing?
An intellectual like her didn't understand?
From the beginning.
She only had herself in her heart.
She only hoped that she could get married as soon as possible.
To have a home of his own.
To be able to live peacefully.
However, she could not be blamed for this.
Or was it the environment that caused her to become like this?
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