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Chapter 153 Don't Want to Take a Second Look

Zhao Xue was very unwilling, Zhao Jiaojiao's parents were planning for her, but her parents just raised her, not planning for her.

No, she must marry Ji Yuanhang, he is hers.

She is only one year older than Zhao Jiaojiao. Zhao Jiaojiao still has to go to high school, and maybe even college, but she has to marry early and have children, and live a poor life.

No, she doesn't want to live like that.

It's going to be busy again soon, and she doesn't have time at all?

We have to deal with Zhao Jiaojiao first, since only Zhao Jiaojiao is married, then she doesn't have to worry about Ji Zhiqing still thinking about Zhao Jiaojiao.

Ji Zhiqing lived with Fang Zhiqing, if he wanted to be alone with Ji Zhiqing, then Fang Zhiqing had to leave.

Zhao Xue suddenly showed a smile.

She went to find Zhao Fangfang.

"Fangfang, you're tanned again. I saw Jiaojiao today, and she's still so white."

After Zhao Fangfang heard the words, her mood turned bad instantly. Although their Zhaojiacun brigade now has a duck factory, the money has not been distributed to them.

Her mother was looking forward to it all day, waiting for the money to be distributed during the Chinese New Year, and asked her to cut more pigweed after she got off work. Now she not only has to go to work, but also cuts pigweed.

"So what's the use of being white? It's not because of poor health." Every year I catch a cold and take medicine every year.

Zhao Xue cursed inwardly: Stupid.

"Fangfang, I heard Fang Zhiqing received another package."

Many people in the brigade know that the educated youths in the educated youth institute often receive packages from their families.

"Fangfang, are you really willing to marry a member of the brigade? Have you ever thought about marrying an educated youth and going back to the city with them to live a good life?"

Zhao Fangfang thought about it before, but she still knew what she looked like in private.

"Can"

Knowing that she was wavering, Zhao Xue immediately persuaded her again, "Fangfang, do you really want to spend your whole life doing farm work in the countryside, working hard for a year, and in the end you only have that little money, you can't eat well, you can't wear well, and even if you have more children in the future, you can't afford to raise them?"

There shouldn't be many people willing to live such a life, right?

"Fangfang, the educated youth Fang is still paid every month."

Zhao Fangfang was silent. Of course she knew that there were three educated youths in the duck factory who were paid monthly.

"Think about it."

Zhao Xue knew that there was no need to be in a hurry, as long as Zhao Fangfang could be used by her.

At that time, Zhao Fangfang will pester Zhiqing Fang, Zhiqing Ji, she will always find a way.

Zhao Fangfang thought about it for two days before agreeing.

"Fang Zhiqing, what a coincidence, are you here too?"

Fang Aijun glanced at Zhao Fangfang and wanted to say, this is the duck factory. If he is not in the duck factory, where can he be?

Who is this lesbian?
Haven't seen it.

Although Fang Aijun has been in the Zhaojia Village brigade for more than a year, not all the lesbians in the brigade know each other. .

"This lesbian, I work here, where can I be if I'm not here, what's the matter with you?"

Fang Aijun is not a person who values ​​appearance, but if he meets Zhao Fangfang's face, he still doesn't want to take a second look.

His skin is dark, and some are short, with yellow hair, many patches on his clothes, a pair of straw sandals on his feet, a face with high forehead, and an attentive smile, which made his skin crawl.

"Fang Zhiqing, do you need my help?" Zhao Fangfang was still shy like a girl.

Fang Aijun quickly said, "No, no, lesbian, go and busy yourself with your affairs, I don't have much to do here."

He hurriedly called for someone, but he didn't dare to be alone with these lesbians. When the time came to slander him and make him responsible, he would die.

Fang Aijun hurried away, no, he left like a trot.

(End of this chapter)