The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

Iron rice bowl, but Wang Meili's dream of life.

Her biggest wish in this life is to enter the transformer factory and become a formal worker with an iron rice bowl like Gu Chunmei.

Speaking of Gu Chunmei, Wang Meili is dying of anger.

Just because she was literate and had a junior high school education, she was sent out by the transformer factory to study. After learning this, she would be a skilled worker who came back with a layer of gold.

It is said that the salary will be doubled.

Thinking of this, Wang Meili gritted her teeth and said to sister Zhou, "OK, I'll go back and find a way."

"You have to hurry up. You know how many people are staring at this seat now." Sister Zhou told me for your sake.

Wangmeili rushed to find a way. Gu Lingling laughed unkindly when she heard the news.

The reason why grandpa Yao helped get Wang Meili to the transformer factory was to use this temporary worker to hang her all the time. Gu Lingling knew Wang Meili's lifelong wish.

So she was like hanging a carrot in front of the donkey's nose, so she had to use this temporary worker to hang Wang Meili.

As long as Yao Zhenjiang is still there and as long as Wang Shuishui has always been the director of the transformer factory, Wang Meili, a temporary worker, cannot become a regular worker.

As for Wang Shuishui who was not the factory director, it didn't matter that Wang Meili wanted to become a regular at that time.

Because in a few years, the iron rice bowl will be broken, better than the collapse of state-owned enterprises.

As far as she knows, not long before she died in her previous life, their transformer factory here also closed down.

And those workers who stayed in the factory to have an iron rice bowl were also laid off.

"Little elf." Grandma Yao shaved her granddaughter's nose, "Wang Meili is going to bleed a lot this time."

More than that.

Gu Lingling, the director, also knows him. Unless Wang Meili can buy good wine on the black market, it won't get into his eyes at all.

Zhao si'en helped grandma Yao branch the line, looked up and grinned.

The little girl has been smiling more and more since she lived in grandma Yao's house.

"Come on, grandma, measure my family's size." Grandma Yao stood up and took Zhao Sien's hand and let her stretch out.

"Is this... For me?" Zhao Sien was directly stunned there.

It never occurred to her that the wool she helped wrap turned out to be grandma Yao who wanted to knit a sweater.

Although these threads were picked up by grandma Yao after the Department Store handled a batch of defective wool a few days ago, it also cost a lot of money.

And Gu Lingling doesn't have any.

"No... grandma, I can't have this." Zhao Sien shook his head anxiously.

"This child," grandma Yao felt more and more distressed, "this wool doesn't have much money. You, sister Ling, they all have it."

Gu Lingling's was newly knitted this year. Grandma Yao wanted to knit it for her before, but at that time, she was awkward and didn't want it at all.

Zhao si'en's tears fell down.

These days in the Yao family are the happiest days in her life.

In the past, in the Zhao family, conditions were good in all aspects, but her parents were busy with their careers all day, and she couldn't play with her brother who was younger. From childhood to adulthood, the doll that accompanied her most was her doll.

Her material life is very good, but she is always unhappy.

And no one would be willing to spend so much time knitting a sweater for her.

Zhao Sien turned and ran into the room crying. Yao Jingsong came back from the outside and said, "Gu Lingling, did you bully her?"

Gu Lingling gave him a white look and didn't want to talk to this second guy at all.

"Where have you been? Look at this dirty body." Grandma Yao frowned, stretched out a hand and wrung Er Huo's ear, "did you fight with someone again?"

"Milk, I'm your grandson. Be gentle... Be gentle."

Seeing the scene of Yuanzi's grandmother Yao chasing Yao Jingsong, Zhao Sien's face was covered with tears but smiled sweetly.

She couldn't help looking at the sky. She believed that somewhere, her relatives also bravely insisted with hope.

Live, live well.