In the 1980s, households with a household income of 10,000 yuan were a well-known name.

Liu Ye heard the conversation between father and son and remained silent.

But I thought silently in my heart: A household worth ten thousand yuan is nothing, when the time comes it will not be a problem to earn one hundred thousand or millions.

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The group of people returned home happily. Before they could share the good news with Feng Xiuqin, they saw Zhao Jingzhu sitting in the room unhappy.

"Brother, why are you back?"

Zhao Jingmei was very surprised.

The place at home was small. Since Zhao Jingsong went to work in the machinery factory, he almost always lived in the factory's dormitory and rarely went home.

That is to say, I only go home for two meals during my weekend break.

Zhao Jingzhu frowned, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

"Yes... Xiao Zhu's family doesn't agree?"

Zhao Dagang looked at his silent eldest son and immediately guessed that something was wrong with Zhu Xiaohong.

Last night, my son probably went to Zhu Xiaohong's home to meet her parents.

Don't Zhu Xiaohong's parents agree with the two of them getting married?

Zhao Jingzhu still didn't answer, but nodded slightly.

"Ah? Why? Why doesn't sister Xiaohong agree to marry you?"

Zhao Jingmei asked in confusion.

My brother is handsome, has a good job, doesn’t smoke or drink, and is so considerate to Zhu Xiaohong. How could Zhu Xiaohong disagree?
Chapter completed!