Famine Bride: Marry into the best in-laws and win

Xu Manyue looked at the beautiful floral dress in her hand, and a strange emotion surged in her heart. She pursed her lips and said, "It looks very beautiful. I like it too."

This was the second time she received a skirt from someone else.

The first time was on the eve of her wedding, when Lu Huaiyuan secretly gave her a red dress, but she didn't want it and just threw it away.

The second time was this light red floral dress.

Shen Jingming continued, "Go pick out a pair of leather shoes that will go perfectly with this skirt."

He remembered that lesbians in big cities all liked to wear small leather shoes with skirts.

Xu Manyue smiled and said, "Okay."

He was willing to buy it for her, so she was naturally happy to accept it.

Since you don’t have to spend any money yourself, why save money for a man?

More importantly, she also wanted to wear the small leather shoes that only city girls could afford.

When I walked into the area selling women's leather shoes.

Xu Manyue looked for a long time but didn't see anything suitable. She was planning to pick a pair at random, but Shen Jingming pointed to the pair at the top of the counter to the salesperson.

"Comrade, please help me get it."

The salesperson who was knitting looked up and glanced at Shen Jingming. When she saw the military uniform he was wearing, her expression brightened a little. "Wait."

She put down the sweater in her hand, turned around to pick up the pair of small leather shoes, and handed them over. "They're new arrivals from Hai City. Ten dollars a pair, no ticket needed."

Nowadays, the average worker's salary is only about twenty or thirty yuan a month. Most people can't afford to buy this pair of women's leather shoes.

Unexpectedly, this man is so nice to his wife.

After leaving the county town, Shen Jingming rode his bicycle and took Xu Manyue to the primary school in the commune.

Their place is called Liyang Commune, and there are several brigades under the commune, and Qingshan Brigade is just one of them.

The commune primary school was full of children from all the brigades. Before the famine, there were still quite a few children. Later, as the famine became more and more serious, fewer and fewer children came to school.

Now, there are only a dozen children left in the entire primary school, across all grades.

The teachers in the school were also starving. They had a whole family to support. There were not many teachers in class, and several of them starved to death at once.

In order to ensure the schooling of those dozen or so children, the principal of the commune primary school had to recruit new teachers.

On the way, Shen Jingming talked to Xu Manyue about the situation at the commune primary school. After he finished speaking, he paused and continued.

"If you pass the recruitment exam and stay, you might have to teach several classes by yourself, even several different subjects."

"Are you sure you don't want to consider that temporary job at the supply and marketing cooperative?"

Xu Manyue thought for a moment and said, "Let's go with this one. This place is close to home, and I can save money on food and accommodation."

Shen Jingming nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

Soon, the two arrived at the gate of the commune primary school.

Xu Manyue looked up and saw that everything was dusty. The school was not big and there was limited space for students to carry out activities. The classrooms were dilapidated and the walls were cracked and peeling.

"Let's go in and have a look."

The two passed by one of the classrooms. There were only five or six children and a skinny, short old man in a long gown standing in front of the blackboard.

Xu Manyue took a look inside. Everyone inside was so hungry that their faces were pale and their bodies were thin. Old textbooks were placed on the tattered desks.

The old man held a ruler, bent over weakly, and lectured for a few minutes. He lowered his head to drink a sip of water to relieve his hunger, and then continued lecturing.

She knew this person. He was her former elementary school teacher. His last name was Qian, and everyone called him Teacher Qian.

I heard that he was a private school teacher during the Republic of China period. When he was young, Mr. Qian had quite a bit of money, but he died in the war along with his children and wife.

He survived by chance and eventually donated all his fortune to establish this primary school. Later, when the commune was established, this primary school became the commune primary school.

Teacher Qian also stayed here to teach and became the principal of the elementary school.

Xu Manyue looked up at the man beside her. If her guess was correct, Shen Jingming should also be Teacher Qian's student.

After the two waited quietly outside the classroom for a long time, the class was finally over.

Teacher Qian in the classroom had already seen the two of them. He walked out with a cane, squinted at Shen Jingming, and then at Xu Manyue.

"You two look familiar. Have you studied here before?"

"Let me think about it, what are your names..."

However, after thinking for a long time, Teacher Qian shook his head, sighed, and felt lost.

"I'm getting old, I really am. You two look so familiar, but I can't remember your names."

He has taught countless students in his life, but there are indeed few who he feels familiar with.

Shen Jingming pursed his lips into a line, his eyes complex, and his voice hoarse, "Teacher, long time no see. You paid for my tuition in my first year of junior high school."

Teacher Qian was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and thought for a while, a trace of tears flashed in his eyes, and his voice was choked with sobs.

"I remember now, your last name is Shen, Shen Jingming..."

That child was one of the few students he had taught over the years who was extremely talented in academics.

Unfortunately, he was an orphan with a widowed mother, and his family was poor. He finally managed to finish junior high school, but when school started, he couldn't even afford the tuition.

The skinny teenager could only secretly go up the mountain to carry firewood to sell in town without telling anyone.

He carried bundle after bundle, his hands and back were covered with scars, the soles of his shoes were worn out, and he lost a lot of weight, but when school started, he still didn't have enough money for tuition.

He happened to see it once and found out about it after asking carefully.

"Yes, teacher, it's me."

Shen Jingming bowed respectfully to the old man in front of him.

If it weren't for Teacher Qian, he probably wouldn't be who he is today. He will always remember this kindness.

He took out ten big unity notes from his pocket and handed them to the old man with both hands, "Teacher, please keep this money. It's my donation to the children."

"It was thanks to your help that I was able to continue my studies, and now I want to help them too."

The old man's eyes fell on Shen Jingming's neat military uniform, and his eyes couldn't help but redden. He reached out and patted his shoulder, "Okay, okay, I was right at the beginning, you are a good boy."

"Becoming a battalion commander at such a young age must have been an uphill battle."

How much gunfire and bloodshed, life and death ordeals must one have endured.

Shen Jingming pursed his lips into a line, his voice hoarse, "Teacher, it's all in the past. I'm married now, and my life is better."

"Come, let me introduce you. This is my wife Xu Manyue. Speaking of which, she is also your student."