If flowers bloom, youth will naturally follow.

"Haha," Xia Tian couldn't help but laugh: "Whether you're a Daji or not, you still have to keep losing weight, right? If you lose weight, at least you can get a killer figure."

"How much do you think I weigh to not be this stupid?"

"With your height, you can't weigh more than 90 pounds," Xia Tian pondered for a moment.

"Ninety pounds," the chubby boy rolled his eyes. "How heavy are you?"

“I’m 105,” Xia Tian said.

"Damn it," Little Fatty didn't want to talk to her.

……

The chubby girl, weighing 130 pounds and still not pretty, had no potential in her parents' eyes. So, in the competition of "who to find a son-in-law for," both coaches reached a consensus: Ma Dongmei lost.

So at the family meeting after Xia Tian finished her high school graduation exams, Xia Donghai announced his decision to keep Xia Tian at home.

“Tian Tian, ​​you shouldn’t continue your senior year of high school. Come home and help with some chores,” Xia Donghai said.

This was a decision made jointly by the couple. Xia Tian is almost 20 years old and it's already quite remarkable that she hasn't been in a relationship. Every day she continues to study increases the risk. What if she suddenly becomes like her mother and gets seduced at a young age? How will they find a son-in-law to live with them then? Are they going to rely on Xiao Pang?

"Oh," Xia Tian said, a little unhappy. Although she was not good at studying and always ranked last in exams, which was embarrassing, going to school was much easier than working in the factory. She could work a few days during holidays to relax, but working in the factory every day felt like a dark and hopeless experience.

But there's no way around it; at home you obey your father, and after marriage you obey your husband—that's the kind of education you've received since birth.

“Your father and I have discussed it, and we plan to find you a son-in-law to live with us so you can stay at home,” Ma Dongmei said.

"What is a live-in son-in-law?" Xia Tian asked.

“It means son-in-law, it means… it means your son-in-law will live with our family, and your children will take our family name,” Ma Dongmei said.

"Oh, it's just that my sister married her brother-in-law," said the chubby boy.

“…You can understand it that way, but you have to call your brother-in-law ‘brother.’ He will take our family name, Xia, and be buried in our family cemetery. It’s like we’ve gained another son,” Ma Dongmei said.

"Oh, that's good." My substitute, huh? Little Fatty was speechless and lowered his head to eat.

"Oh, you guys figure it out," Xia Tian said, head down, eating her rice, lost in the disappointment of having to transition from a girl to a factory worker at the prime of her youth at nineteen. She was a little defiant.

Xia Donghai said with a smile, "Tiantian, I plan to open a store for you in our town. I'll take you under my wing for a while, and then we'll produce and sell our own products. You'll be in charge of the store, and I'll be in charge of the factory."

Their town is a large town, and its market is more prosperous than that of the county seat, but the cost of opening a shop is also very high.

Summer felt as if she had heard a divine decree, and a wave of tingling sensation washed over her. All her dissatisfaction vanished, and she looked up with delight, asking, "Don't I have to go back to the factory to work?"

Ma Dongmei laughed and said, "No need. You should learn to do business. The family will depend on you in the future. No matter how good the son-in-law you bring in is, he's still an outsider."

This was Xia Donghai's idea again. He had been planning it for a long time. No matter which daughter stayed at home, the son-in-law had to be found according to his template. He didn't have to be outstanding, but most importantly, he had to be reliable and obedient to Xia Tian.

That's pretty anti-human. What normal person wouldn't look for a handsome, dashing, and intelligent young man to marry their daughter?

Xia Donghai disagreed. He felt that outstanding men were probably hard to control, and if one of them entered his home and became disobedient, it would be a real headache. He was looking for a long-term worker and a breeding tool, not a second chieftain who would try to seize power from him.