Reborn in the 60s and adopted

——-Mao Family——

Today, the village party secretary Mao Yuanqing went to the commune early in the morning to visit his father-in-law Guo Fabing, who was a warehouse keeper in the commune. He wanted to find his father-in-law to use his connections to help him.

When I returned home, I saw my wife sobbing quietly in the room.

"Wife, why are you crying?" Secretary Mao hugged his wife distressedly. He was shocked to see a long, deep bloodstain on her face. "What happened to your face?"

"I had a fight with someone today, and Mrs. Zhang scratched me." Guo Cuiying looked at her husband cautiously.

"You, why are you fighting with others again?" Mao Yuanqing looked at his wife helplessly. If it weren't for his father-in-law, he would have divorced her when she couldn't give birth to a son. Now she has to rely on her father-in-law and coax her.

"I, Yuanqing, blame all that shameless educated youth. If it weren't for them, why would I go to watch the fun." Guo Cuiying saw that Mao Yuanqing had a unhappy face and played a trick of shifting the blame.

"Sent-down youth? What's going on?" Mao Yuanqing suddenly became interested.

Guo Cuiying felt relieved when she saw Mao Yuanqing's attention diverted, and told him everything that happened today. Of course, she didn't say that she was just there to watch the fun. She just said that she didn't know who pushed her down and beat her.

"Does this educated youth often appear at Tang Laosan's house?" Mao Yuanqing asked.

"I think so," Guo Cuiying was not quite sure.

"It's this Tang Lao San again." Mao Yuanqing now hated Tang Lao San.

"Um, what does this have to do with Tang San?" Guo Cuiying asked in confusion.

"Don't worry about it," Mao Yuanqing said, and then he realized that his tone was not very good. "You should take good care of your wound now. Will your wound leave scars?" Mao Yuanqing gently held Guo Cuiying's face with his hands.

"Ah, will it leave a scar?" Guo Cuiying suddenly became nervous. You know, she was able to marry Mao Yuanqing because of this face and squeezed out other girls.

"Don't be afraid, even if you are left with scars, you are still the most beautiful in my heart." Mao Yuanqing said while looking at Guo Cuiying with affectionate eyes.

Guo Cuiying felt a little shy when being stared at, and rubbed Mao Yuanqing's hand with her face.

Mao Yuanqing tried hard to suppress his annoyance. His wife now was already nothing like she was when she was young, and she became even uglier because of the scar.

"Hey, where is Zhaodi'er? Why isn't she at home today?" Mao Yuanqing asked.

"She went to work."

"She doesn't know you're injured yet?" Mao Yuanqing raised his voice. He really didn't want to look at his ugly wife and wanted to find an excuse.

"She probably doesn't know. If she knew, she would have come back earlier." Guo Cuiying is very touched by her current husband's care.

"Then I'll go find her and bring her back." Mao Yuanqing turned around and walked outside.

He was in a very bad mood now. He was not qualified to be the deputy village chief and his wife was disfigured. There was really no hope for his life. No, he had to think of other ways to get the title of deputy village chief.

As soon as he went out, he went to the barren hills to look for his daughter.

When he was halfway up the slope, the widow Liu from the village stopped him.

"Widow Liu, what are you doing?" Mao Yuanqing asked in confusion.

"You..." Widow Liu covered her face shyly, wanting to speak.

"Just tell me what you want to say." He was feeling upset right now.

"I... didn't I tell you last time? I want to lend you something." Widow Liu tugged at the collar of her cotton coat with a big red flower pattern.

"What is that? You didn't explain it clearly last time, and I don't know what you are talking about." Mao Yuanqing looked at the white area in front of him, and his heart became even more annoyed, as if some monster wanted to break through.

"It's just that I'm out of rice at home. Can you, can you..." Widow Liu lowered her head to him, leaving her snow-white neck exposed.

"How much do you want? Why don't you go to the village chief? And what are you going to give in return?" Mao Yuanqing licked his lips meaningfully.

"What's the point of looking for that old man, the village chief? You are young and strong. What do you want?" Widow Liu heard his hurried voice, raised her head, and looked at him with watery eyes. What was there to not understand? The fish was hooked, and she finally didn't have to go hungry.

"Okay then, let's go to the woods and talk about it in detail." After saying that, he went to the woods first.