Little Sweet Wife in the Eighty-Old Courtyard

Chapter 5 She wants to be a salted fish and lie down at home
Song Liang patted him on the shoulder: "You should believe my uncle's promise to you, study hard, don't tell anyone, and don't ask where my news comes from. I'll see what happens in a month, don't you?" Can you afford to wait?"

Then he stood up and greeted Song Yunuan and Song Mingsheng to go home.

After they left, Sun Zhiqing seemed to realize what he was doing. He hurriedly ran to the house, took out the things that were under the bed, thought about it, and hid them again, not giving them to Lin Qing until a month later.

When I returned home, my grandpa and grandma were not at home, saying they had gone to the county town.

Xia Guilan asked her daughter to have a good rest and asked her younger brother to stay with her at home. Song Liang took his wife and sister to work with his heart full of thoughts.

He is the captain of the brigade, and now it is spring plowing, and he has to lead the work.

After walking a few steps, I heard the girl behind me say: "My dad's job as a captain is so boring. He has no prestige and no popularity, and the family is very poor." 】

Song Liang's face turned red when he was told that.

Not wanting to hear it anymore, he quickened his pace.

The voice still came:

[In such a poor Erdaohe, the villagers are divided and the resources are still scarce. It is difficult to develop. My father might as well resign and start a business. Then I can become a rich second generation. 】

Song Yunuan shook her little hand and said, "Well, I'd better find a way to resign from the position of captain."

Doing business at this time is the fastest way to accumulate wealth.

Even if you sell fried melon seeds, you can sell them for tens of thousands of yuan.

She chased them for a few steps, preparing to discuss with her parents about resigning as soon as possible, but the three people left quickly and soon disappeared, so she had to drag her brother into the house to prepare for a lunch break.

After a long nap, I vaguely heard someone shouting in the yard: "Xiao Nuan, Xiao Nuan... I am uncle."

Later, Mrs. Song scolded her: "Keep your voice down, don't scare Xiaonuan."

Song Yunuan froze for a few seconds, then got up and opened the window.

Song Nian, who pushed the bicycle in, was Old Man Song's third son. He lived in the county with his wife and son, and was a temporary worker in the county's lumber factory.

The uncle was wearing a Chinese tunic suit with a pen pinned to it, and his middle-parted hair was sleek and sleek. For those who didn’t know, I thought he was the director of a lumber factory.

In fact, they are the workers who carry wooden planks in the factory. They are the most miserable and tiring, and earn the least. They also rent a house to live in. Not only do they not pay a penny to honor their parents, but Mrs. Song secretly subsidizes them.

Otherwise, the Song family wouldn't be so poor.

[Although my brother-in-law is selfish, he still has good intentions. After my father committed suicide, he went to beg Lin Qing to let go of the Song family. Lin Qing said that he would let them go as long as he went to prison and helped clean up Wang Zhuzhu. So, brother-in-law He went in and was accused of setting fire to the warehouse of the lumber factory. As a result, he and Wang Zhuzhu were punished together. How stupid! 】

Mrs. Song's heart was trembling, but she pretended not to hear it and kicked her younger son who was standing there in a daze: "Why are you so dazed? Don't you have something to tell Xiao Nuan?"

Song Nian, who knew some of the inside story after being kicked by his parents in advance with cryptic gestures, was kicked to pieces.

Song Mingsheng stood on the window sill, covering his mouth and laughing.

Song Nian hurriedly got up, took a deep breath, and tried to steady himself. Then he walked to the window and said to Song Yunuan who was looking out of the window: "Xiao Nuan, I asked you, No. [-] Middle School can accept you, but the school will start in September. After that, the files will also be transferred.”

The original owner was 17 years old and graduated from junior high school last year, but failed to enter the high school in the provincial capital.

Song Yunuan didn't really want to study.

This family is not bad. She wants to just lie down at home if she wants to make a salted fish.

"There is another news. Our county has built an electronics factory and is recruiting workers openly. If you like it, I will take you to the county to sign up."

Song Yunuan thought for a moment: "I'll sign up tomorrow, since I won't be enrolling until September anyway."

The Song family has no objection, now Xiao Nuan will do whatever she says.

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Early the next morning, Song Nian took Song Yunuan to the county seat.

Because Song Nian still had to go to work, it was only after six o'clock when he set off, and it would take half an hour to get to the county seat.

Halfway through the ride, Song Nian hurriedly shouted: "Xiao Nuan, come down." Song Yunuan had already jumped down.

They stood at the far edge of the road, which was the crossroads.

Three black cars came from the road on the left and sped towards the county seat.

Even if they saw a fellow villager on the roadside and deliberately slowed down, the uncle and nephew still ate a mouthful of dust.

Fortunately, Song Yunuan covered her mouth in time, and Song Nian showed off: "Xiao Nuan, that car is from Beidu. It's amazing. I heard that you don't even have to look at the traffic lights when crossing the road."

"So awesome, then why are they here?"

Song Nian pointed to the distant mountains on the left that were shimmering in the morning light, and lowered his voice: "There is the Nanshan test flight base of Beidu Longhang Command, and there are people standing guard. Most people don't know about it, and they can't talk about it casually. Don't talk to the villagers. People say."

Song Yunuan looked at her uncle who dreamed of becoming a cadre suspiciously: "How do you know about such a secret?"

Song Nian said proudly: "I have been there before."

Song Yunuan praised: "Uncle, you are so awesome."

The two of them continued riding.

Song Nian actually felt a little guilty. Where could he have been? Last winter, he was arranged to deliver a desk to the base, and then he left it at the base's external office in the county.

The clerks in the office are all wearing uniforms, and all of them have serious faces, which are intimidating. Wherever they dare to inquire, they will only listen to the nonsense of their colleagues.

He didn't know Che either, so he was just making it up. Fortunately, Xiaonuan didn't ask any questions, otherwise the secret would have been exposed.

However, that road does lead to the test flight base.

Song Yunuan didn't believe what her uncle said, but she believed that the car was from Beidu. The car in the middle was the ZH001, a third-generation Hunter made in Suzhou, which could be regarded as the top model in the 80s.

Even the glass is bulletproof.

Even decades later, it will still be an exclusive customized model for the big guys.

Don't ask why Song Yunuan knew it. If you ask, she doesn't deserve it even if she inherits hundreds of millions of dollars. Thinking of her past life, Song Yunuan suddenly felt heartbroken.

At this time, the three cars had long disappeared.

Song Nian rode fast, worried about being kicked out if he was late, and did not go around the potholes and stones when he saw them. Song Yunuan seemed to be playing on a trampoline.

The sadness was also blown away.

After a bumpy journey, we finally arrived at the registration office of the electronics factory in the center of the county.

Song Yunuan jumped off the bicycle and looked around curiously.

The main roads in the county are all cement roads.

There are telephone poles on both sides of the street, and the wires hang like spider webs in the sky. It is said that this is a symbol of urban modernization.

There are very few cars, mostly bicycles.

There are also rural people driving ox carts and mule carts.

On both sides of the street are department stores, state-owned hotels, and even newspaper, magazine and stamp sales departments...

The breath of the 80s hits my face.

It feels like an old photo.

At this moment, there is a long queue at the gate of the registration office of the electronics factory. It is difficult to find a job nowadays. Most factories no longer recruit workers, let alone open recruitment.

I guess there will be people queuing up before six o'clock.

Song Yunuan asked her uncle to go to work, she could do it alone...

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