The heavens set sail from the courtyard

Zhuang Chaoying's family of four did not have their own house and could only live in the company dormitory. It was naturally impossible for only one family to live in one dormitory, and it was common for three or four families to squeeze into one dormitory.

In that era, there was a housing shortage and each family had many people. Zhuang Chaoying's house was occupied by his parents and his third brother Zhuang Ganmei and his family, so he couldn't even get a room.

The same goes for Huang Ling. There are many people in her family, and she is the daughter of a married man. She can only live in the factory dormitory with her children. Zhuang Chaoying lives in the dormitory of his unit, and the couple have been separated for a long time.

Fortunately, the cotton mill where Huang Ling worked was going to distribute housing, and the list would be announced in two days. As a model in the factory and with a large family, Huang Ling had a good chance of getting a house.

Zhuang Chaoying ran to the cotton mill dormitory to teach the children a lesson, which immediately attracted the attention of others.

As soon as Wang Gang asked Zhuang Xiaoting to go to the kitchen to cook for the adults, the way people around looked at Zhuang Chaoying changed.

Zhuang Chaoying is a middle school teacher. He always considers himself a cultured person and is usually very good to his wife and children. No one expected that he would let his six-year-old daughter cook for him.

"Teacher Zhuang, Xiaoting is still young, and the kitchen is still very dangerous."

"No, don't listen to what the kid says. Xiaoting just went into the kitchen to help Huang Ling. No one asked her to cook." Zhuang Chaoying had a hard time saying it.

Wang Gang continued, "My mother and sister worked hard to cook for half a day, but in the end, grandma sent them to the kitchen to eat and didn't even allow them to sit at the table. How can this be justified?"

The dormitory was in an uproar.

"Ah, don't let anyone come to the table to eat!"

"Teacher Zhuang, your mother is going too far."

"A teacher? I didn't expect there are still old feudalists in the family."

"As a teacher, this is the case."

"It's so pitiful for Sister Ling to have such an evil mother-in-law!"

The gossip around him made Zhuang Chaoying feel ashamed. How could he not know that what his mother did was wrong? It was just that he was a filial son and did not dare to oppose his mother.

Zhuang Chaoying has always been respected because of his identity as a teacher. This is the first time he has been besieged like this, so he naturally feels uncomfortable.

Wang Gang felt much better when he saw Zhuang Chaoying's face turn blue and white.

Today at his grandpa and grandma's house, he finally felt a little better after being depressed all day.

Huang Ling felt distressed when she saw her husband being criticized by his co-workers.

"Don't get me wrong, children can't speak, it's not like that." Huang Ling took the initiative to explain for Zhuang Chaoying.

"The house is small and there is no room for everyone at the table, so Xiaoting and I eat in the kitchen."

Huang Ling, a co-worker, said: "The table is small so we can take turns eating. Why go to the kitchen? I think Teacher Zhuang looks down on women and thinks women have no status and cannot eat at the table."

"He's still a teacher! How can such a person teach children? Will he teach them to value sons over daughters and teach them those feudal dregs?"

Every word from the people around him was like a knife stabbing into Zhuang Chaoying's heart.

After all, everyone around her was Huang Ling's co-workers, and they were all women. Why should women make things difficult for other women? Naturally, they all united to target the men.

Zhuang Chaoying could barely be considered a "son-in-law who lives with the family", so he would definitely not get any support, not to mention that he was not in the right to begin with.

"Teacher Zhuang, a great man once said that women hold up half the sky. Your behavior is wrong."

"The factory has always been promoting that working people are the most glorious. Teacher Zhuang, you are a teacher, don't you understand this?"

At this time, Zhuang Chaoying already understood what social death meant. The mouths of the female workers in the cotton mill were much more powerful than the pens of writers, so he quickly fled.

Huang Ling wanted to chase him, but was stopped by Wang Gang. "Tunan, why are you holding me?" Huang Ling blamed her son.

"Mom, don't keep silent about this. It was my dad who did something wrong today."

"Tunan, he is your father after all." Huang Ling hugged Wang Gang and said, "Your father values ​​filial piety the most. You threw your chopsticks and plates today, which really pissed him off. Besides, family disgrace should not be made public. You shouldn't embarrass your father in public."

Wang Gang said directly: "Mom, I can't bear to see you and Xiaoting being wronged. I'm grown up and can protect you!"

Huang Ling opened her mouth, looked at Wang Gang with a touched expression, and hugged him tighter.

"Good boy, good boy." Huang Ling shed tears with excitement.

"Mom, don't cry." When Zhuang Xiaoting saw her mother crying, her little eyes turned red.

Huang Ling also hugged her daughter in her arms, holding back her tears so as not to let the child see her weak side.

How could Huang Ling not feel aggrieved about what happened today? What aggrieved her most was not the oppression from her in-laws, but her husband's indifference.

Huang Ling felt aggrieved but did not dare to show it, after all, it was all for the sake of her two children.

Divorce is no trivial matter in this era, and it is even more difficult for a woman to raise her children. Huang Ling endured it for many years for the sake of her children, and today she felt for the first time that everything was worth it.

After the family of three finished the remaining half bowl of noodles, Huang Ling went to fetch water for her children to wash. Wang Gang took the initiative to help get the washbasin and towel and helped Zhuang Xiaoting wash first.

It was past nine in the evening, the lights in the dormitory were turned off, and a family of three squeezed into a small bed, making it difficult to even turn over.

Wang Gang lay in bed for half a day, unable to sleep, thinking about how to improve the lives of his mother and sister.

He just sensed the space and found that the gold and jewelry inside were still there, and there were tens of millions in cash, but it was not convenient to take them out.

Not to mention that Wang Gang is only ten years old now, and it is impossible to explain why he suddenly took out a large sum of money.

Besides, it is 1977 now. This era is very limited. It is inconvenient to do anything, and there are even fewer formal channels to make money.

Fortunately, Wang Gang has experienced too many ups and downs and has encountered many difficult starts, so he will naturally not be at a loss.

What's more, his current condition is not too bad.

Huang Ling was a female worker in a cotton mill, with a regular job. In that era, the identity of a female worker was very advantageous.

Zhuang Chaoying is a middle school teacher. The country is about to resume the college entrance examination. In the next thirty or forty years, teaching will be a very popular profession.

You know, there are still only a few families where both parents are working and have a permanent position. Especially when young people who have gone to the countryside return home one after another, the employment pressure will increase sharply. Families like the Zhuang family's are actually considered very good.

What is troubling Wang Gang now is still the age issue. Ten years old is too young, and he is restricted in what he wants to do.

The next morning, Huang Ling called Wang Gang and Zhuang Xiaoting to go to school. The moment Wang Gang saw the elementary school textbook, he made up his mind to skip a grade.

It's really a torture for him to sit in a classroom with a bunch of little kids!

Huang Ling bought two steamed buns from the cafeteria and gave one to Wang Gang and Zhuang Xiaoting for breakfast. Then she told Wang Gang:
"Tunan, you will take your sister to school later, and then bring her back to do homework after school. When mom gets off work, she will take you to the cafeteria for dinner, okay?"

"Well, I will take good care of my sister." Wang Gang said, holding Zhuang Xiaoting's hand.

Huang Ling said with relief: "Tunan is really good. The list of housing allocations in the factory will be released today. We will have a new home soon. Then you won't have to share a bed with Xiaoting."

Wang Gang raised his eyebrows. He had no expectation for the house allocated by the factory. If he was not too young and the housing market was not liberalized, he would have wanted to buy a big house directly. (End of this chapter)