The next day, Zhao Meiya insisted on going back. He Ruixue tried to dissuade her but to no avail. After get off work, she hurriedly sent the two old people to the station.

The bus hadn't arrived yet, so they were waiting on the platform.

"Mom and Dad, why don't you stay for a while? I'll take you to the state-owned restaurant for dinner."

"No, the road is uneven and the car is shaking a lot. I feel sick in my throat after eating too much."

Zhao Meiya clapped her hands and said, "You're still a child, yet you're already worrying about us. Your father and I have already eaten and made a few egg pancakes. There are two left in the kitchen, specially for you. No one else has any."

He Ruixue had no choice but to stuff two red-braised pork lunch boxes rewarded by the system into their arms, and then took out three packs of noodles from her bag, "Mom and Dad, you are leaving, so I specially asked the chef in the kitchen to make some red-braised pork, which tastes the same as yesterday, and I will give it to my third brother and the others to try. It's best to eat it within two days to prevent it from going bad.

As for these noodles, if you guys don’t have time to cook when you’re working in the fields, just cook them up and add a couple of eggs. Don’t be reluctant to eat them, or I won’t be at ease with you working here.”

"Oh, okay, okay, your dad and I are listening."

He Dagen took the food, feeling a little disappointed, but not knowing how to express it. He just touched the new lid of the lunch box and said, "I heard that you need industrial tickets to sell this thing. You only got two from your work, and if you give them all to us, how will you eat? You should take it back. We can't use it in the village."

"Those two aren't mine. They're defective. No ticket is needed. I had someone keep them for me. You'd be a fool not to take advantage of a bargain. Just take them with confidence."

"That's good……"

He was silent for a moment, then continued, "When your mother and I return, we'll write to your second sister and ask her to remit the money. You can take your time to figure out the house. As for Xiaojie, your eldest brother's house really doesn't have enough space. Don't blame your eldest sister-in-law, she's been very good to you."

He Ruixue nodded, "I understand, of course my sister-in-law loves me."

If she were He Xiaojie, she would not agree to leave. It was her home, and the original owner was too unreasonable.

Zhao Meiya pushed him aside, took her hand and said, "When you are not busy, go out for a walk more often, to the park or the cinema, and ask your colleagues to go together. Don't always stay at home like Lu Lan, it's not good for your health."

"I know. I have to go out and look at houses in a few days. I'm afraid my legs will break from running. How can I just sit there and do nothing?"

A powerful sound came from the bell tower. As the departure approached, Zhao Meiya became more and more reluctant to leave.

She wiped away her tears and stared at her intently, "Dongbao, you're the same at big brother's house. If anyone bullies you, tell me. If you're unhappy at work, write to your sister. If your boss wrongs you, you can't keep holding it in. At worst, we can just quit. I'll help you get justice even if it means risking everything."

"Don't worry, Mom. Don't you know me? With you standing by, I'm confident and I promise I won't suffer any loss."

"Well, that's what a good boy of mine is. Remember, your parents raised you up so that you wouldn't get hurt. They didn't do that to let you go out and get bullied by others or be ordered around doing chores. You should have a bit of temper occasionally to let others see how capable you are.

If you want to find a partner, you must open your eyes and find someone who is handsome, hardworking and caring, just like your second brother-in-law..."

It’s finally here, the familiar part of urging marriage.

He Ruixue was displeased, "Mom, what are you talking about? I still want to be carefree for a few more years, so I don't want to get married so soon."

"Mom is just worried that you won't be able to judge people well and get led astray. It's best if you don't want to. My daughter is still young, and I wish you would never grow up and stay with your parents forever."

He Dagen couldn't bear it, "What are you talking about? We are so old now, can we support Dongbao for a lifetime?"

"Why not? Her brothers and sisters can't ignore her. The He family has no shortage of grandchildren. I only have this one precious daughter. Can't they let me do what I want for once?

Who in this world could love her more than us? If you can name a family, I'll immediately prepare her dowry. She'll suffer wherever she marries, so it's better for her to stay with us. Dongbao, your parents will give you all the house and money from now on."

"You're getting more and more ridiculous. You're just an old girl. People think she's unmarriageable. You probably want her to be drowned in spit. Dongbao, don't listen to your mother. Find an obedient man. Your parents will help you choose one."

"Yes, it's best to find someone without parents, so it's easier to control."

Seeing that the two were already planning to get on, He Ruixue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Mom and Dad, it's still early. Has the car arrived yet?"

Beep—

The horn sounded and the bus arrived at the station. The two old people got on the bus, looking back every few steps. Sitting on the bus, they waved at her out the window and said, "Go home. Mom and Dad will come to see you when they are free."

The original owner disliked the dirty and messy environment in the countryside and did not like the smell on long-distance buses, so her parents never asked her to return to the village. They usually chose to take a bullock cart and then a bus to see her, carrying a lot of bags.

They are all old and it is tiring for them to ride in the car, but they never complain and are always happy and cheerful in her presence.

He Ruixue tiptoed and waved in response.

Unconsciously, the scene in front of her eyes became blurred like a mirror covered by fog. She wiped her face, turned around, and returned to her eldest brother's house without saying a word.

…

In the 1960s and 1970s, people emphasized selfless dedication and labor was the most glorious. Not only was there no holiday during the Spring Festival, but there was also a "voluntary labor day" on weekends. Frontline workers were often busy for a whole month with almost no time to breathe.

However, the newspapers made a big fuss about it, and factories began to compete to see who had fewer holidays.

Fortunately, the most turbulent two years have passed. People are not machines and cannot work around the clock. After several safety accidents caused by excessive fatigue, the higher-ups realized that this situation could not continue and banned increasingly longer overtime hours. Production gradually returned to order.

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