Married to a Disabled Man in the 70's

She was busy cooking contraceptive food for Song Qinghan, after all. She doesn’t want children for the time being, and the contraceptive diet wasn’t exactly delicious. Therefore, she let Song Qinghan have it instead.

Of course, this is a secret, and she wasn’t about to say it out loud. When they tumbled in bed the next time, she would explain its effect to Song Qinghan.

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By the end of September, the melons she had planted were ripe for the picking. She split apart two of them, both filled with seeds.

These melons look like watermelons but smaller. They also had more seeds, perfect for roasting.

Su Jiaojiao’s seeds are all bought in the system marketplace, so they were all high-quality. The backyard was full of these green melons. She could split them one by one, scoop out the melon seeds, clean them, dry them, roast them, and sell them for ​​a lot of money.

She was busy doing this when she suddenly heard the news that Zhang Yu was getting married. [1]

It was almost October, and there wasn’t any more farming left to do. It is not particularly busy, and the man can’t wait. As the groom wanted to have a wife for the New year, they set a wedding date.

After Su Jiaojiao heard this news, she suddenly felt that she hadn’t contacted Zhang Yu for a long time.

As Sun Fang helped her fry melon seeds, she said, “When you got married, Zhang Yu came here to give you a gift. In a few days, sheis going to get married. Remember to give her a gift, alright?”

“Yeah, I will.” Su Jiaojiao nodded earnestly, and suddenly thought of giving Zhang Yu a fountain pen.

Fountain pens are easy to buy, and she had a lot of vouchers. Ji Xuan gave them to her as she was afraid Su Jiaojiao wouldn’t have enough. After all, vouchers were also a form of currency in the 70s.

So the next day, she ran to town and bought a fountain pen from a good brand.

A few days later, Zhang Yu got married, and Su Jiaojiao went to attend the wedding.

Watching other people’s weddings and having her own wedding were two completely different feelings. Zhang Yu was having her facial hair removed when Su Jiaojiao arrived. [2]

“Hiss——” Zhang Yu trembled with pain.

The woman removing her facial hair said sternly, “Don’t move around, it will look good after your face is clean.”

Zhang Yu’s eyes were full of tears. However, her eyeslit up when she saw Su Jiaojiao. Several young women were talking in the room. Zhang Yu’s mother was also there, and she took Su Jiaojiao over. “Jiaojiao is here. Since you have a good relationship with Zhang Yu, teach her how to get along with her husband.”

Everybody knew Su Jiaojiao was living the high life now. After all, she married the young and promising Song Qinghan.

She even split the family, but not only does she stay at her parent’s half the time like it was her second home. She somehow managed to get her sister-in-laws to butter her up.

Which woman in the village wouldn’t envy this life?

Mother Zhang hoped that her daughter would learn some of Su Jiaojiao’s tactics to live a good life after getting married.

Su Jiaojiao smiled awkwardly as she was faced with Zhang Yu and Zhang’s mother’s expectation and could only say this. “…to be ruthless.”

Zhang Yu: “…”

Sadly, Zhang Yu had a soft and weak temperament.

Su Jiaojiao couldn’t say anything, so she smiled and gave a pen. “Your wedding gift.”

“Thank you.” Zhang Yu smiled happily as she held the pen.

Su Jiaojiao took out the small blade she had brought and said, “Don’t you need to trim your eyebrows? I’m all ready.”

Zhang Yu smiled shyly. “Thanks.”

After Zhang Yu’s facial hair was removed, Su Jiaojiao trimmed her eyebrows.

After doing this, she won’t have anything to do, and she waited quietly for the banquet.

The groom is a young man of average appearance and height, but he was muscular, and looked ferocious.

Su Jiaojiao felt that this man was not a good person.

Of course, this is someone else’s marriage, so she wouldn’t talk too much about it.

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[1] Who is Zhang Yu again?

[2] Like the tiny hairs growing from your pores. Don’t ask how I know.