Reborn in the Seventies: Pampered Wife, Owning some Farmland - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Chapter 11: The Beginning of a Good Phenomenon_1

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“Why is my wife so sure about one or two years?”

“Of course, it’s possible.” As long as his wife could accompany him with the troop, it was a good start.

Seeing the children of his two brothers, he also craved to have his own, wanting as pretty a daughter as his wife. His own daughter would surely be more beautiful than his nieces.

If his eldest sister-in-law Zhang Cuihua and second sister-in-law Zhao Fang knew about Yun Hao’s thoughts, they would definitely be speechless!

“Tomorrow is New Year’s Day, do you want to go to the county?” Yun Hao said so because he wanted to take Meng Yunhan to the county to shop. They got married yesterday, and she didn’t make any preparations, not even her wedding dress—it was all provided by his side. He understands that she didn’t want to marry him yesterday, but today was different, she cared so much about him today. As her man, he couldn’t let his wife be wronged anymore.

He knew he would end up mistreating her or causing her to suffer. Serving in the army year-round, marrying him would be like living a widow’s life, in nicer terms, being a soldier’s wife. But there’s no woman who wouldn’t wish for their man to accompany them, is there?

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In the future, he could only satisfy her materially as much as possible.

“Why do we need to go to the county?” Meng Yunhan looked at Yun Hao very seriously and uttered this sentence.

Yun Hao was straightforward, saying without any reluctance, “To get you some belongings.”

Meng Yunhan was taken aback, but then a smile appeared on her face as she shook her head, “I don’t need to acquire anything.”

In this era of grain and cloth shortage, you have to carry food coupons and introduction letters whenever you go out. Besides, she didn’t need to add anything. After living a good life for decades, she would definitely find it uncomfortable to return to the life before liberation overnight.

It’s the same as saying it’s easy to go from frugality into luxury, but it’s quite hard to accept the reverse.

But she was prepared to make up for it, prepared to be a good wife for the rest of her life. Eats well, only needs to feed one mouth, sleeps well, only needs one bed.

She knew that most people live like this nowadays. If others could live this way, so could she—Meng Yunhan.

Seeing a desk in the room, the warm water bottle placed on the desk, and a porcelain jar printed with: “Serve the People.”

There were also several new porcelain basins, each printed with a large “Happiness” character. The pillows were embroidered with mandarin ducks, and the quilts were all provided by Yun Hao’s family.

Yun Hao thought Meng Yunhan was trying to economize, “Tomorrow, we’ll go to the county.”

“Yun Hao, rather than going to the county, it would be better to stay home and accompany me.” No sooner had the words fallen, Meng Yunhan felt her face heating up. She closed her eyes in embarrassment, pulling the quilt over her head.

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She was chiding herself internally: How could she be so shameless? Didn’t she know to restrain herself, how could she utter those words?

In her previous life, she lived for decades. After her divorce, she had relationships, but none of them went further. In other people’s eyes, she was a workaholic, a strong woman, but how did she become a lovesick woman after her reincarnation?

Yun Hao’s heart was filled with sweetness. He had been swept over and over by waves of candy today.

His wife must have him in her heart, there must be him.

All that he gave had been correspondingly returned, not just a whim of passion.

Finding her shyly hiding in the quilt, out of fear that she might suffocate, Yun Hao forcefully pulled the quilt away from her face, seriously stating, “You can’t cover yourself.”

Meng Yunhan dumbly stuttered out a reply.

Yun Hao didn’t say anything more, just held her closely, listening to her heartbeat, as if only in this way could he believe that she had really married him, that she was now in his arms, and this wasn’t a dream.