In 1992, a small village owner became the richest man in the village by owning a car.

Chapter 351 A Strange Woman Breaks into the Factory
Under the eaves of the small house.

“So, many times I can’t understand why Brother Dawei is so bold and dares to do anything. I wouldn’t be able to do it.” Yao Jinfu stood aside trying to please Mi Yao, not even noticing that the two roasted lamb chops on his plate had gone cold.

But he just kept doing it, after all, Mi Yao had taken the initiative to call him out this time, which probably meant she had figured things out and was ready to meet his parents and get married.

“Axe, I know you’re a very good person, really, really good. You don’t like to flirt, and you’re usually quiet, but when you’re with me, you try your best to come up with a lot of topics.” Mi Yao looked at the narrow crack in the door under the rain. “If I hadn’t been married before, I can say with certainty that I would have married you without hesitation, and even have children for you and be a good wife and mother.”

“But you know that,” Mi Yao turned her head, her gaze fixed on her sharply defined face, “I’ve been married.”

“You know, in the village, there is a lot of disdain for a woman who has been married before and then remarries. The older generation of housewives will not think about the man, but will only think about what’s wrong with me. I can’t have children, I have someone else outside, I even conspired with other men to harm my husband.”

“Why don’t I dare go back to my village? Because I don’t need to go back; I can hear everything from the town.” Mi Yao’s eyes reddened as she spoke. “Think about it, if we get married, how much trouble will our parents suffer? Besides, you’ve just come out of the shadow of last year, and I really don’t want you to suffer from criticism because of me.”

Yao Jinfu, unusually silent in front of Mi Yao, had actually considered these things long ago. His original plan was that after getting married, he could simply buy a courtyard house in town, which was not unaffordable with his current savings.

But today he witnessed Mi Yao's resolute stance on marriage, and he could also sense that Mi Yao didn't seem to care about him.

Seemingly sensing the suspicion in Yao Jinfu's gaze, Mi Yao lowered her head with a rare hint of shame, staring at the roasted meat on the plate. She picked up a piece and ate it, hoping to ease the turmoil in her heart.

“Actually, there’s something else.” Mi Yao’s expression was downcast. “After my last failed marriage, I have a faint fear of marriage and life together. Whenever I think about the two of us getting married, I think of that silly marriage before, and I even feel so uncomfortable that I can’t breathe.”

Mi Yao turned her head, her tone serious and firm: "Axe, you are a good person. I really don't want to hold you back. I'm not good enough for you, really."

“No.” Yao Jinfu stared at Mi Yao with the same firm tone. “I don’t know how to say it, but I’ve decided that you are my wife. No matter how hard or difficult it is, I’m willing to walk with you.”

“Axe…” Mi Yao stared at Yao Jinfu, but this feeling of love in her eyes only lasted for a brief moment before disappearing.

When Mi Yao was lying alone in her dorm room, she wondered what kind of feelings she had for the axe.

Is it love? But it's not as passionate as first love. Is it friendship? But my heart still stirs with feelings for the axe.

Now, for her, love is like a rotten apple; she doesn't want to eat it even if she tries her best.

Perhaps it was because of this insurmountable obstacle in her heart that she took the initiative to find the axe, wanting to clarify things with him, or even just let it go.

But seeing how resolute the other party's attitude was, she didn't know what to say for a moment.

I was touched, but more than that, I was afraid of holding them back.

This is not only because the axe-wielder is a good person, but also because if he were to drag the other person along, he would feel like he was the bad guy.

She clearly didn't intend to spend her life with him, yet she kept him hanging on. What kind of woman would do that? I certainly couldn't do that.

The two fell into a brief silence, each picking up a piece of grilled meat from their plate and eating it. But whether the meat was hot or cold in their mouths, only they knew.

In the dormitory, Huang Man stood outside the circle of the factory repairmen, curiously listening to them chatter and boast.

Someone who used to repair tanks.

What? He went abroad to repair American helicopters.

Believe it or not, he might have believed it in the past, but he's grown up.

After a period of mental study last year, he feels that he can now understand some things, but only some. There are still many things he doesn't understand and can't understand.

"What's the point of just looking at it like that? Are you planning to learn their bragging skills too?" He Huihui stood beside Huang Man with a white porcelain plate at some point.

Huang Man is 1.78 meters tall and has a lot of flesh on his body. He looks like a mountain of flesh. He Huihui, who is only about 1.5 meters tall, looks like a beauty and a beast when they stand next to each other. If someone touches her casually, she might be crippled.

However, when the two were together, it was He Huihui, the beautiful woman, who was extremely aggressive. She would even tease the naive young man with slightly suggestive words until he blushed.

"I'm not learning. This isn't like operating an excavator, what's there to learn?" Huang Man was only interested in his excavator. While eating the roasted lamb leg, he turned around and sat on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed) on the south side.

"I heard from the weather forecast that it will rain for the next few days. Do you have any ideas?" He Huihui moved closer to Huang Man, looking at him expectantly.

"What's your idea?" Huang Man tilted his head and thought for a moment. "If there's no work to do on a rainy day, we can catch up on sleep in the dorm." "Besides sleeping, can't we go somewhere else to have fun?" He Huihui pouted, somewhat dissatisfied with the other's answer.

Huang Man sighed helplessly and looked at He Huihui somewhat embarrassedly: "Little Pig, my mom really won't let me play with you. She'll be very angry if she finds out."

“How old are you? Why are you still listening to your mother? You have to think for yourself! Anyway, I plan to go to the nearby oil city tomorrow. I heard there’s a newly built People’s Park there. It has trees, flowers, and birds. I’m going to have a happy spring outing.” He Huihui glanced at Huang Man. “Do you know what a walk in the rain is? Holding a pretty umbrella and walking on a beautiful road. Just thinking about it makes me happy.”

"Hmph, if you won't go, I'll go by myself." He Huihui, like a proud little princess, carried her tray and left the inner room with her head held high to chat with Boss Liang's wife next door.

Huang Man watched the little pig's retreating figure, his brows furrowing unconsciously. Although he knew he had to listen to his mother, the little pig was genuinely good to him.

When she was little, her classmates stood up for her in kindergarten. When they came back after growing up, they often asked her to play. When they saw her former classmates laughing at her, she would argue with them like a female knight-errant, sometimes even getting into a big fight.

If it doesn't rain tomorrow, then it's fine to work. But if it does rain, he feels uneasy about letting her go to the oil city all alone.

Huang Man touched his chest, looked down at the fragrant roasted lamb leg, and suddenly felt it didn't smell so good anymore.

"What a burden," Huang Man muttered, though she was reluctant, she was determined to accompany her tomorrow.

Northeasterners love to fight, and he was very worried about the pig's personal safety.

"Are you looking at me?" Just then, He Huihui poked her head out from behind the partition in the inner room, smiling at Huang Man.

"No, no." Huang Man was a little nervous for a moment, and didn't know where to look.

"So are you going tomorrow or not? If you're not going, I'll... I'll cry right here!"

"Go, go, okay? Sigh, you always threaten others, that's not good. Brother Dawei said that a man should stand tall and upright, and you can't rely on tricks to last."

"What does this have to do with me? I'm not a man."

Huang Man: "..."

That seems to make some sense.

Outside, Yu Dawei was chatting with his wife when suddenly a car horn sounded outside the factory gate.

Yu Dawei first handed the plate to Han Jingfan and asked her to hold it for him, while he picked up an umbrella from the windowsill and walked towards the factory gate.

Yao Jinfu, who was awkwardly chatting with Mi Yao in the small house, saw Brother Dawei heading towards the gate. After greeting Mi Yao, he followed Brother Dawei to see what was going on at the gate.

Each of the two men, holding an umbrella, slowly opened a large door, revealing a black Santana parked at the entrance, its engine humming incessantly.

Yu Dawei looked up and realized that the driver was a woman. She looked to be around thirty years old, wearing a nice gray coat, with her hair permed in the trendy Hong Kong and Taiwan style, and a large gold earring on her right ear.

She looks like a nice girl who loves smoking, drinking, and getting her hair permed.

The woman in the car seemed to have driven there herself. After seeing the people in the factory, she waved from inside the car, then took a black umbrella and got out.

"Hello! I'm from Longmen Laundry Detergent Factory in the county. Is your boss at the factory?" The woman held an umbrella in her left hand and slammed the driver's side door shut with her right.

Yu Dawei guessed from the woman's subtle movement that the driver's side door of her Santana was broken, most likely due to a misaligned hinge or door lock latch.

"That's me. Let's drive the car into the factory first. We can talk inside. It's raining outside." Yu Dawei didn't get straight to the other person's purpose. Instead, he considered the rainy situation.

Judging from the other person's appearance, they were most likely there to fix a car. Driving the car in and fixing it is quite different from asking a couple of questions and then turning around and leaving.

This can be considered an alternative way of forcing orders; Yu Dawei did this quite often when he ran a repair shop in his previous life.

Let's dismantle it first. We'll talk about the money later after we've broken it up.

"Okay." The woman didn't think much of it, put the umbrella away, and drove the Santana into the yard.

(End of this chapter)