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Under the incomprehension of outsiders, when Zhang Shan Ni said she would do something, she meant it.
The village official, her adoptive father, was well-connected with people from the commune, and as soon as she went to the brigade to apply for a visiting certificate, Xie Tiesheng immediately knew about it.
After all, if Xie Tiesheng had agreed, Zhang Shan Ni wouldn't have gone to get the certificate herself.
Such a simple truth, during those shrewd years of the seventies and eighties, who wouldn't understand?
No wonder, shortly after starting work, Xie Tiesheng came home with a darkened face. Seeing his wife making jerky, he softened his voice, "Wife, where is Third Son's Wife?"
"Ni? She went up the mountain, I think. She said it's getting colder and wanted to hurriedly preserve more meat for us, fearing that we old folks would go hungry when she's not around."
"You knew?" Xie Tiesheng asked, surprised.
