Quick Transmigration: Reversing the Life of a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

"I don't know. If you and Mom think it's okay, then it's okay. But everyone says I'm stupid. Sister Lanying isn't stupid, is she? Can she be my wife?" Back in the village, the villagers instilled in him the idea that a fool should marry another fool.

Grandpa Lian's heart clenched. He knew why his youngest son had said that. The Lian family insisted on sending every child to school, including this simple-minded son. They sent him to school despite the pressure, which was quite unconventional. People in the village had all sorts of opinions, especially towards their mild-mannered and simple-minded youngest son, who was often spoken to in extremely harsh terms.

"Don't listen to the villagers' nonsense. They're not stupid. Why can't they come to the city and work for the government?" Grandma Lian said indignantly.

"Isn't that because my older brother died at the right time, and my niece is capable?"

The first sentence was absolutely heart-wrenching; the old lady burst into tears: "Who told you that? Huh?"

"Well, when I went back last time, Aunt Wu said it," Lian Sanzhu said in a low voice. He used to never come back and repeat what he heard outside, no matter how nasty it was, because it would make his mother sad and angry. He was saying this now because he was asked who he was going to marry. He was slow-witted and could only handle one problem at a time, so he didn't bother to hide it and just blurted it out.

"That old hag, her own children are all rotten at home, yet she dares to gossip about my son. Just wait, when I get back I'll beat her to a pulp." Grandma Lian was both heartbroken and furious.

"Uncle, next time you go back, if anyone talks nonsense again, don't be afraid. Just stand up for yourself. You're a regular worker now, earning about thirty yuan a month." Lian Yanyan encouraged her uncle.

"Hmm, next time I'll say her daughter can't get married and her grandson can't find a wife." Lian Sanzhu had already decided on his attack strategy.

"Grandma, so Uncle's marriage is settled? Are they going to have a wedding?"

"Two tables at home is enough. These days, it's not fashionable to have a big celebration. Lan Ying's opinion is also that we won't have one."

"Oh, then I won't ask for leave to go back. It can't always be me and my uncle asking for leave together." Recently, the factory has added some positions, and their data room has been quite busy. There are only three people in total, so it's not appropriate for her to ask for leave at this time.

"No need to ask for leave. Your grandma isn't going back. I'll take your uncle back with me. Have your uncle take two days off, plus Sunday, and we'll be back in three days."

"Where do you live?" Lian Yanyan asked tentatively.

"Just live like this. Your uncle already has a separate bed. Just draw a curtain and it'll be fine." Grandma didn't understand what she meant. Don't people with limited housing live like this? In the poorest times, several couples would live in one house with two large kang beds, one on the north and one on the south.

"That's so inconvenient. Let's move the wall of the master bedroom outwards, add some bricks and wood, partition off your big bedroom, and put a door on it. It'll be a little smaller, but at least it'll be a separate room. We'll just eat in the main room anyway," Lian Yanyan suggested.

"Can the houses allocated by the factory be modified?" the old lady asked in surprise. She thought that building a kang (a heated brick bed) in the house was the limit.

"As long as it's not demolished, it's fine. The main room was originally kept because there were few people in the family. If you've ever been to other people's houses, you'll know that many families don't have a separate main room for eating. The kitchen and woodshed outside were built later," Lian Yanyan further explained.

"I've been to the Zhang family next door. They have a lot of boys, and they do have a main room, but the bunk beds and desks are just placed in the main room."

"It can be changed. I'll ask my uncle and Mo Yan for help tomorrow to get some bricks and wood to partition off a small room inside. We'll also dismantle the kang (heated brick bed) and build another one against the wall of the main room," Lian Yanyan planned. This way, the newlywed couple can live inside, and we can just add a door. The outer room can be for the elderly couple, and we can just put a curtain next to the kang. Everyone's privacy can be taken care of.

"This is too much trouble, how much money will this cost? I'm not changing it, I'm not changing it. It's fine as it is, it's fine as it was before, there's no need to be so fussy."

"Grandma, get some old bricks and wood. It won't cost much. I have my own room. It'll be inconvenient for Auntie to live here."

"How can you say the same thing? Your room will always be your room. Even if you get married, no one can touch your room. This house was originally allocated to your father. You and your uncle went to work in the factory, and it was only by working together that you managed to keep this house. Otherwise, if your uncle, who can only live in a dormitory for eight people, were to live here, most of this house would be yours." Grandma Lian said a long string of words. Now that the new daughter-in-law had entered the house, she planned to repeat these words several times to imprint this principle into the minds of the whole family.

"Grandma, we're not buying Uncle a new house, just rearranging the layout of the existing one. It won't cost much. You've been saving up for him for several months with his salary; it must be close to several tens of dollars, right?"

"There will be more expenses in the future, so hosting a couple of tables in the village won't cost anything, right?"

"Grandma, Uncle only spent two tables of food to get married, that's quite frugal. Why not spend some money to renovate the house?" Lian Yanyan advised patiently.

Grandpa Lian chimed in, "Yanzi is right."

Lian Sanzhu didn't quite understand the deeper meaning behind the changes to the house, but he habitually felt that his niece was right: "Listen to Yanzi."

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The old lady raised her hand and slapped her youngest son: "You only know how to listen to Yanzi, you silly son, do you even understand anything?"

Lian Sanzhu chuckled sheepishly, "Yanzi is clever; everything she says is correct."

"Fine, it's your salary anyway, spend it all." Three votes to one, the old lady lost.

The wedding date was set for May, and Lian Yanyan told Mo Yan about it the very next day.

"Bricks and wooden doors are easy to handle. I'll go find people after get off work tonight, find a weekend, bring a few more people, and we can partition the room in one day." Mo Yan was very happy that she was the first one to come to him, and he was determined to do his best to get things done.

Lian Yanyan didn't think too much about it. She simply met him at the door first. If he wasn't on the early shift today and wasn't at the door, she would have gone to the office to tell Qiu Jing first.

On the first weekend of April, Mo Yan, along with four friends and Sun Dong and his wife, arrived at the Lian family's house early in the morning and finished renovating the house in less than a day.

Grandpa Lian chuckled and said to the group of young people, "Go on, you young people go to the state-run restaurant and have a good meal. We two old folks won't go. The house is a mess, and we didn't even let you have a proper lunch."

"That's great, Grandpa. Grandma's cooking is excellent. We ate with great relish," Zhou Nan said, trying to please him.

"Little Zhou, you have such a sweet tongue. I don't have any special skills, it's just that you all don't mind." The old lady smiled so much that her wrinkles gathered together.