Rebirth begins with marrying a female educated youth

Wang Laosan's expressions and words are called "joking" at a gentler level, and "looking at people making a fool of themselves" at a rougher level.

It seems to be saying that he is a cultural person, Ji Yuanhai's daughter-in-law Lu Heling is a cultural person, but Ji Yuanhai is not the same type of person as them...

Just use the cultural level of this letter to directly distinguish them.

Ji Yuanhai looked at Wang Laosan's appearance and the trembling shoulders of Wang Laoer who turned around, and by the way, he could hear his "puff puff puff" laughter like farting.

Ji Yuanhai also had a smile on his face. Wasn't it just the Wang family who had objections to him? Can I still be afraid of you?

"Accountant Wang is right, that's great! I don't have much education, but I have a good wife."

"You are so well-educated, why did you marry a daughter-in-law who doesn't know how to read?"

Wang Laosan's face suddenly turned green.

He can write and do calculations in the production brigade. He considers himself to be the most educated person in Xiaoshantun, but he inevitably looks down on others, including the brigade secretary and brigade captain. In his eyes, they are all uneducated donkeys. .

But if you compare her with this guy Ji Yuanhai, Wang Laosan's wife is just an old-fashioned donkey.

Ji Yuanhai is married to a female educated youth from the provincial capital. She is elegant and beautiful, smiles without skipping a tooth, and speaks softly and kindly. As for his wife, when she is angry, she will call her "a motherfucker", and when she is happy, she will laugh until she is about to strangle to death. Like a big goose... I am getting angrier the more I think about it.

What this kid Ji Yuanhai said is so damn wicked!

"Give me the letter, Accountant Wang!" Ji Yuanhai said with a smile, "If your wife accidentally burns you as firewood, it will be a big delay."

"You kid -" Wang Laosan stared at him, pushed up his glasses again, turned around and went into the team headquarters to get him a letter.

Wang Laoer also turned around at this time: "Ji Yuanhai, do you know how to respect your elders? We are all in our forties, almost fifty, and you, a little kid, talk to us like this?"

"Elder?" Ji Yuanhai said, "Your surname is Wang, and my surname is Ji. Our families are not related to each other, so how can you be considered my elder?"

Wang Lao Er was so angry that he wanted to speak. At this time, Wang Lao San came out with an earthy yellow letter and handed it to Ji Yuan Hai angrily: "Here, your letter!"

Ji Yuanhai took the letter and walked home.

"Is there really anyone writing to this guy?" Wang Laoer asked in surprise.

Wang Laosan nodded: "It was written to him by a man named Wang in our county."

"The surname is Wang? Our family...does the Ji family have this relative?" Wang Laoer scratched his head.

Wang Laosan didn't quite understand either. He cursed at Ji Yuanhai's retreating back and asked, "Is this the guy who said he wanted to be a matchmaker for Jinhua and also wanted to receive a matchmaker gift?"

"Yes, this guy is quite calculating." Wang Laoer said.

"You can ask, this guy is smart, maybe he is really good at it." Wang Laosan said, "If we find out who he wants to talk about, we will bypass him without giving him the matchmaking gift and let him just stare."

After hearing what he said, Wang Laoer also smiled: "That's good!"

"This kid wants a matchmaker gift, but our family won't give it to him!"

"I'm just afraid that he'll be too strict and won't be able to ask questions."

Wang Laosan smiled confidently: "If you can't ask, I'll ask. Even if you can't find out by asking him, how can you still find out by asking his parents?"

Wang Laoer nodded: "That's right."

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On the way home, Ji Yuanhai looked at the address and name on the envelope.

The recipient of the letter is: Ji Yuanhai, Xiaoshantun Production Brigade, Guoshan Commune, this is correct.

The letter writer is: Wang Luoming.

The font is quite elegant. At first glance, it looks like the characters for sale, and there is quite a bit of calligraphy skills in it.

After opening the envelope and looking at the contents, Ji Yuanhai suddenly realized that it was Mr. Wang from the county family home. He wrote a letter calling Ji Yuanhai Master Ji, saying that he was an expert in growing flowers and grass.

By the way, I explained to Ji Yuanhai that Song Meilanhua has now completely restored to life, which can be said to be brought back to life.

He hoped that Ji Yuanhai would go to see the situation again, feel the pulse of this orchid, and get some targeted opinions. Then he would naturally be rewarded to express his feelings.

According to him, the three hundred yuan is not the end yet. Now that it is confirmed that Song Meilanhua is alive and growing well, Ji Yuanhai can still receive the "final payment".

Ji Yuanhai looked at the letter and thought a little in his heart.

He didn’t want the money anymore, and he was going to write a letter to refuse.

The family surnamed Wang is not just a clerk. It would be difficult to explain if Mr. Wang's son found someone constantly "pulling wool" about his father's love for flowers and plants.

In the future, the main reason for going to the county family home is to make friends, and collecting money should come second.

Even if we no longer collect money, only getting three melons and two dates will be much more than just working hard... This is inevitable.

When Ji Yuanhai returned home, only grandma was busy at home.

Grandpa, father, Ji Yuanshan, Lu Heling and mother all went to work. Grandma boiled water for cooking, washing and cleaning, and then she had to deliver food and water to her family.

Grandma asked Ji Yuanhai about finding someone to build the house, and Ji Yuanhai promised that he would find someone himself and start laying the foundation tomorrow.

Grandma didn't ask any more questions and just said that she would help boil water for cooking tomorrow.

Ji Yuanhai said: "Grandma, don't be too busy. This is about building a house for us. I will ask He Ling to help at home tomorrow..."

"If you don't go out to work, you have to keep an eye on the work. When needed, you can build houses for others and help out. If your wife doesn't go out to work to earn work points, what will your family have to eat in the future?"

Grandma held his arm and warned him: "After we separate, we should save as much as we can. We old people should help as much as we can."

"No amount of money can help. For example, the money brought by your wife is not comparable to that of our family, so we just need to help..."

Ji Yuanhai looked at his grandma who was holding his hand and talking. He didn't feel annoyed at all, but felt warm.

This is also a simple explanation and thought only for my own sake.

"Well, grandma, I know."

In the end, Ji Yuanhai did not refuse his grandma's kindness and agreed to let her help with cooking.

However, he specifically added: "What they do is physical work. I will catch two fish for them to eat when the time comes. You can put oil and salt in it so that they can eat well and work well."

"Okay!" Grandma said, "You can catch fish, and you can save money for the family."

After entering the west room, Ji Yuanhai found Lu Heling's pen and ink, only to realize that there was no letter paper and there was no way to reply.

I had no choice but to go to the village agency to buy letter paper and stamps. I also bought oil, salt, sauce and vinegar for future use and gave them to grandma.

Afterwards, Ji Yuanhai wrote a reply in the house.

The main thing is to tell Mr. Wang that he has something to do at home recently, and he can't go to the county until he is finished. As for the follow-up remuneration, there is no need to mention it. What was given last time was completely sufficient.

When I have time in the future, I will naturally help take care of the flowers and plants.

Seal the envelope, affix a stamp, and send it to the team headquarters.

When the postman comes again to deliver letters and newspapers, he will take away this letter.