At the same time, my mother was a person with a particularly large measure. I'll give you an example here. My brother-in-law delayed until twenty-eight or nineteen for various reasons to marry his daughter-in-law. A daughter-in-law who married so late should say that it would be nice to be stable and peaceful, but my aunt likes to be petty.

One day, my mother went back to her parents' house. My aunt didn't talk to my mother because she was arguing with my brother-in-law. My mother looked for her and talked to her, but she ignored her. My mother sat next to her on a bench.

But as soon as my mother sat down, my aunt moved to one side, but she moved a little, and my mother moved a little too much, until they reached the edge of the stool, and my aunt was defeated and greeted my mother.

As soon as she spoke, my mother enlightened her according to the situation, and my stepmother and brother-in-law reconciled. Later, when people asked my mother why she was so thick-skinned, my mother said, "My younger brother only married a daughter-in-law at twenty-eight or nine, if it was because I was divided between the two of us, how could I be worthy of my mother's family?"

In addition, sometimes I suffered a small loss when dealing with others, and my mother never complained. Either way, my mother was a very measured person. However, a family is supported by men, and it is useless for a woman to have a good reputation.

This is who we are. Then, I will tell you about my family's house and financial situation. Although my father was a little lazy, under the urging of my mother, he took my eldest brother and second brother to build three houses with their hardworking hands.

Because there was no brick extrusion machine at that time, people built houses by relying on brick molds to make bricks, and then fired green bricks on the earthen kiln. Making bricks from brick molds is hard work, but my father and my eldest brother and second brother burned 90,000 bricks. The toil is something that I, a latecomer, have never experienced.

In the three marriages of my second brother, I talked to readers that my second brother did not get married and went to Hainan. He left behind three bungalows. It is said that the second brother left, and these three bungalows should belong to me. In this case, even if someone proposes to me, they will also look at these three bungalows.

However, no one has proposed to me yet, and my sister-in-law's claws have reached out. She didn't speak, she just put the bricks she had burned into the yard. This gave people the illusion that the three bungalows didn't belong to me.

Someone came through my mother's mouth and asked who the three bungalows belonged to, but my mother couldn't be sure. Because didn't my sister-in-law have two sons? If she had earned those three bungalows, wouldn't her two sons have had to worry less?

Why do people prefer bungalows rather than tiled houses? Because if you build a building in the future, you can add a floor directly to the bungalow, and the tiled house must be uprooted. In addition, even if it has to be uprooted, the bungalow has more bricks than the tiled house.

It is precisely because of this benefit that my sister-in-law has the intention to rob me. Reader, I'll be honest with you, I only have literature in my heart, and I can't put anything else down, and I don't bother to turn against my brother for these things.

So, my sister-in-law put her bricks in that yard, and I didn't quarrel with him. However, I don't fight with my sister-in-law about the three bungalows, and the only things that belong to me are the three oldest tiled houses.

The three tiled houses were built by my grandfather when he was alive, and they have been built for more than 30 years, and some places have been broken, and when it rains, they leak "whoosh", and when it rains, there is more water stored in the house, so my father and I scoop it out with a scoop.

However, I never cared about all this. What I care about is literature. If I could publish an article, I would be willing to collapse these three houses. However, although I have submitted articles to some magazines every once in a while, the hit rate is still zero.

But that didn't take away my love for literature in the slightest. On the contrary, the more I can't get published, the more I have to persevere. I'm really interested in literature.

As for my family's financial situation, it is not worth mentioning. Because I haven't earned any money for two years, and my parents don't know how to farm scientifically, my family's passbook has zero passbooks and zero yuan in deposits.

That's my family's house and my economy. In such a situation, it is very difficult to have someone to help me propose marriage.

Even so, because I'm so handsome, I've had three blind dates. The first time was when my brother-in-law, a teacher in the village, introduced me to me.

One day, I went to my sister's house to play, and somehow the teacher saw it, so she asked my sister who this handsome young man was. My sister said, "It's my brother." The teacher told my sister that he had a head in his hand and wanted to introduce him to me.

My sister asked him about the girl. The teacher said that that kind of girl used to work in Chenghai, Guangdong Province and talked about a boyfriend. Later, the boy was arrested and imprisoned for robbery. Her parents went to Guangdong to find their daughter and spent some money to make her a private teacher in the village.

Sometimes he would also make small talk with girls, and he would ask her if she had a boyfriend. The girl said, no. The teacher then discussed with other teachers, and if he met a suitable one, he would introduce him to one.

"How old is your brother?" the teacher asked my sister. "The real age is 22, and the virtual age is 23. "That's just right," said the teacher, "and the girl is only twenty years old." But my sister told him again, "My brother wants to engage in literary creation, I don't know if the girl supports it?" The teacher said, "Then I'll help you ask." ”

Two days later, the teacher replied that he had told the girl, and the girl replied that he loved literature, and that was a good thing. With the girl's words, I felt very comfortable after hearing it, and I thought that I had finally met a confidant.

So, we made an appointment to meet. But the girl once told the teacher that I was only allowed to stand somewhere for people to look at. As for the girl's face, I can't see it yet.

That day, I dressed up and rode my bicycle to the school, where I sat in his dormitory and waited at the teacher's arrangement.

I waited for a long time, and it was almost noon, when I saw two girls pushing bicycles from outside the school gate, one tall, wearing a pink blouse and a haircut head, and the other wearing glasses, a lower one, with a hat and a shell.

I suspect that's the girl I'm going to meet, but I don't know which one it is. The two girls walked up to the teacher's dormitory, glanced at me, and pushed their bikes to the back of the school. I just sat there and looked down at the book.

After a while, the teacher came to me and told me that I could go back. So I got on my bike and headed home.

The next day, the teacher sent a message saying that the girl's first impression of me was okay, but I had a few pimples on my face. Other teachers also joked that it was called "Qingcun Beautiful Bean". My parents and sister were very happy to hear this.

But I don't know anything, the two girls just glanced at me secretly, how did they see the pimples on my face. I think maybe the girl who was introduced gave her best friend a few more looks.

When the teacher saw that our family was happy, he said to us, "Don't be happy, people have to inquire about your family." When I heard this, I was really scared.

I didn't expect it, I'm afraid there are ghosts everywhere. A few days later, the teacher told my sister that the girl didn't agree again. My sister asked the reason, and the teacher said that after people inquired, they heard that your family is very poor and your brother is lazy, so he will not agree to this family business.

My sister asked the teacher who else she had inquired about, and the teacher didn't want to say it, but she couldn't resist my sister, and at the same time she was a little indignant, so she said the name of the person who spoke ill of my family.

Readers, I'm afraid you'll never guess who it is, right? I think you'd be surprised when I say it.

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