Rebirth in the 60s: A Path to Counterattack-Chapter 97 - 0. Promise

Thinking about how my wife suffered so much right under my nose, enduring so much hardship. Even possibly facing crises or dangers. Lianshan felt a tightness in his heart, his anger was far less intense compared to his self-blame and fear.

It’s his carelessness; otherwise, how could he not notice her exhaustion and hard work?

Right in the west room, a place he passed by countless times a day. With so many things there, how could he have been so blind and not see anything?

Originally, she brought him to the vegetable cellar with a sense of pride, expecting him to shower her with affection, lift her high and give her a kiss on the cheek, proudly saying, "My wife is amazing!"

But instead, seeing him like an enraged bull about to go mad, his eyes almost turning red...

This reaction, it’s a bit off!

Shuzhen hesitated, unsure if her capability had raised her husband’s suspicions.

Not wanting her husband to accuse her of undermining socialism, Shuzhen tugged at Lianshan’s sleeve, pitifully explaining for herself: "Lianshan, don’t be mad. I just figured the grain distributed by the team wasn’t enough, and we workers had no way to get food stamps. Luckily, I noticed some grains fallen along the path taken by the truck, so I thought of gathering them.

This, this was all painstakingly accumulated by me, definitely not undermining *socialism*!

Even those pine nuts and hazelnuts, I only gathered them from outer areas, never stepping into the territory guarded by rangers.

Honestly, believe me, dear..."

Seeing his wife practically swear her innocence, Lianshan couldn’t help but laugh, his anger, self-blame, and fear subsiding, leaving only helplessness: "My silly wife, what are you thinking all day long with your little brain? I wasn’t angry at you nor suspicious of you, right? You’re my dear wife, I want to cherish and protect you, how could I..."

"Then you’re panting heavily, with eyes so red they resemble a mad bull.

You don’t even tell me what you’re thinking inside. I can’t read your mind, how can I know what you’re thinking?

When I can’t figure it out, I just find reasons within myself!

After all, you’re always so considerate and kind, it’s definitely not your fault. If it made you this upset, it must be my fault.

Anyway, marriage is about managing things together, if I’m wrong, I admit it, apologize, just don’t harm your health by staying angry." After such cautious behavior for a while, it turned out she wasn’t concerned where she should have been. While Shuzhen felt a bit relieved, she was still quite annoyed. She thought her husband was great everywhere, but this habit of thinking for her without discussing with her and handling every little detail while never saying a word needed a change.

Communication is the best bridge to narrow the distance between us, couples need to speak out about what’s right or wrong.

No one can perfectly guess each other’s thoughts.

Hearing his wife’s words, filled with playful annoyance, Lianshan felt a warm heartache: Shuzhen probably felt a bit inferior because of remarrying with a child, having this natural or unnatural sense of inferiority. Subconsciously feeling she was a bit unfair to him, hence, whenever encountering issues, regardless of whose fault it was, she would first retreat and admit her fault, just wanting to turn big issues into small ones and small ones into nothing, certainly not wanting to hurt the new family they had easily formed?

Perhaps because her two brothers had instilled too much about Shuzhen’s difficulties, Lianshan quickly filled in with his imagination, her ’timid’ retreat becoming a testament to her inferiority and care for him and their family, choosing to compromise.

The more he thought this way, the more he felt pity.

He didn’t want to say things like ’I don’t despise you’ or ’won’t look down on you’, which are practically useless and could potentially worsen her inferiority.

Lianshan just resolved to treat his wife better, much better, using immense affection to heal the wounds in her heart.

Someday, he would pamper her enough to forget the past hurts and completely forget that man who once hurt her and gave her hope.

This process might be long, but Lianshan was confident in himself.

She just wanted to communicate with her husband, change his habit of being the teapot boiling dumplings—having insights inside but never speaking them. Yet instead of coming off as still being pained in love, Shuzhen would surely be annoyed to death or vent her anger on him if she knew what Lianshan thought.

That despicable person named Dai, whose name can’t even fully form a person, was long forgotten by auntie, alright?

All my goals for the rest of my life are to live well with you, raise the children!

With a plan to pamper his wife in place, Lianshan, who was already compliant to what Shuzhen wanted to say and do, simply added a more.

Not only promising to discuss everything, big or small, with her in the future, but also making sure to express his thoughts. Furthermore, repeatedly reminding her that if food runs out, they can buy it, if they can’t, they can trade in the village, and if nothing works, he could eat less to leave more for her and the kids.

All in all, with him around, it’s the husband’s responsibility to support the family, so there’s no need for her to stress and struggle over it.

Thinking about how she painstakingly scavenged and carried back all this grain made his heart ache.

An unspeakable fear and remorse.

He kept thinking uncontrollably: "What if along this path you encounter danger, what shall we do?"

In short, grain is good, but it’s never more important than you two."

Originally, Shuzhen felt very uncomfortable listening to the idea that supporting the family was the husband’s responsibility, leaving no need for her as a woman to stress over it. The great leader said women could hold up half the sky, let alone someone unique like her!

Not to mention this little grain, even if there was more, for her it’s just a thought away.

But when her eight-foot-tall husband tightly embraced her, expressing remorse, concern and fear, his eyes slightly red-rimmed, her heart ached in waves, and any dissatisfaction or injustice vanished.

She would rather have no grain than have any possibility of facing danger. Because he loved her, valued her, willing to love her as if she and her ungrateful child were his own. Such a good man, she wouldn’t find another like him in this life or the next.

After all, these grains and the ones they will share are more than enough.

So to keep him from worrying, she should stop these small actions!

After all, with those already multiplied one male nine females chickens and twenty slightly matured chickens, and the wooden ears that could be collected every few days from the trellis, she still had over three hundred dollars in her hands; life was truly not that difficult for them.

Given this, why make him worry?

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