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Bai Zhenzhu used a fire tong to fiddle with the honeycomb coal in one hand and a palm-leaf fan to fan the air in the other. She

had just finished lighting the coal stove and was choked by the thick smoke, so that her tears and snot were streaming. Then she saw her cousin, who was wearing a black leather bag and dressed fashionably at the door, like a cover girl from a magazine, and she became even more angry. It has

always been like this for so many years. She was so tired from pasting matchboxes every day that her arms and buttocks ached. She could make only a few hundred a day and could only make a few dollars a month.

If it weren't for the subsidy from her second uncle and second aunt, she couldn't afford a new piece of clothing all year round. As a dancer, Luzhu could get 35 yuan a month. She also received subsidies for performing outside. She could live comfortably without relying on her parents' salary and buy whatever she wanted.

It's true that they have different fates!

"Luzhu, why don't you lie down? Why do you get up? Can you walk with your feet?"

"Go out and move around."

Bai Luzhu lifted the collar of her sweater to cover her mouth and nose, walked past the coal stove, and walked towards the street outside.

"You are so hypocritical! No one is more delicate than you!" Seeing the person leave, Bai Zhenzhu fanned herself with a palm-leaf fan and cursed in a low voice, with a hint of envy in her curse.

There were no small vendors on the gray street, only state-owned red-letter shops. The inspiring slogans on the walls added color. A few bicycles passed by with their bells ringing, and the workers had proud and complacent looks on their faces.

"Hey, Luzhu?"

Two skinny girls came towards them. The tall one was Wang Zhaodi, who was one year older than her, and the short one was Wang Lai Di, who lived in the staff compound next door.

Her mother worked in a state-owned furniture factory like her mother, but because of their different positions, they lived in different places.

The age difference is not big, and they often played together when they were young. Bai Luzhu asked with a smile: "Zhao

Di, where are you going?" "I'm going to the textile factory to deliver flour to my uncle's house." Wang Zhaodi carried a basket and tilted it slightly to show her that there was a bag of flour inside, and a piece of meat was placed on the edge. "Luzhu, your coat is really beautiful, it looks even better on you."

Looking at the cotton jacket with a short sleeve on the other person, Bai Luzhu sighed slightly in her heart.

Perhaps her face revealed something, Wang Zhaodi found out, and her smile faded: "Luzhu, you have a good father, I don't count on it, now I'm waiting to get married."

Bai Luzhu smiled and nodded, without saying anything else, and passed by.

Her family background is a bit similar to Wang Zhaodi's. There are two brothers in the father's generation, and the father is the younger brother, and neither of them has a son.

There is another common point. The uncle's family has two sons. Their fathers are always instilled that if they can't give birth to a son, they should be good to their nephews, and give all the good food and things to their nephews, so that there will be someone to take care of them when they are old.

The difference is that Wang Zhaodi's father was successfully brainwashed. His two daughters were starved to death since childhood. All their rice, flour, and money were sent to their nephew's house. When they grew up, he forced his eldest daughter to give her job in the textile factory to her nephew.

Not long ago, he received a high bride price and married Zhaodi to a widower butcher, leaving the money for his second nephew to marry a wife.

Her uncle had hinted at such behavior for many years, but her father sneered and often subsidized her because his grandmother was raised there.

Once her interests were involved, he immediately turned his face and refused to recognize her, and insisted that his daughter would never lose to his son, whether in career or retirement.

She stopped and looked at the middle-aged man in front of her, wearing a green military uniform, a blue cloth on his shoulders, his forehead covered with sweat in the middle of winter, gritting his teeth as he unloaded cargo one by one. Dewdrop's eyes were wet again.

Such a good father caused his spine to be pierced, and he did not provide for his old age and death

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