Transmigrating to the 70s with Husband and Son

An earthquake caused Jiang Shanshan's originally well-off family of three to transmigrate to the impoverished 1970s.

On the left was their son crying for food in her arms, and on the righ...

Chapter 429 Farewellshuhaige.net

Yu Guifang stopped and glanced at her son, daughter-in-law, daughter and son-in-law who were present.

"The reason your dad and I made this decision is because San'er and his wife are going to college, and it's not convenient for them to take care of little Dudu, so your dad and I decided to go over and help them."

Having said that, he glanced at the two daughters-in-law sitting there, "Don't feel uncomfortable. I'm telling you, think carefully, who did you rely on to make you live so well? Your father and I are going to help San'er and his wife now, and that's also to repay you for your kindness. Do you understand?"

Although the family members were reluctant to let the two elders go to Beijing, they also understood the dilemma faced by the third son and his wife.

"Dad, Mom, what are you talking about? Of course we know how kind the third brother's family has been to us. We are not unhappy, nor are we unwilling. You and Dad can go if you want. You don't have to worry about home, we will take good care of it." Niu Jiandang said with understanding.

Yu Guifang looked at her eldest son who finally spoke, and a gleam of satisfaction flashed in her eyes.

In the hearts of the two old people, although the third son is very important, they have never thought about living with the third son when they are old.

In the minds of the older generation, when they get old, they will live with their eldest son.

Now that the eldest son has expressed his opinion, the old couple can finally feel relieved.

This matter was finalized.

The young couple planned to take their elderly and children to Beijing to make preparations as soon as the Chinese New Year was over.

This year, because of the college entrance examination, many people have great expectations for the coming year. Every family hopes that the children around them can one day be as hardworking as Niu Dadan's third son and be admitted to a university.

Recently, several educated youth have left the educated youth center one after another. They all went back early and planned to report to the university directly after spending time with their families.

Today it is Yao Chunlan's turn to leave.

During the period of reviewing for the exam, Jiang Shanshan got along well with the educated youth.

Especially with Yao Chunlan and Wu Xiaotao.

Yao Chunlan is leaving today, so Jiang Shanshan will naturally go to see her off.

Of course, besides her, Wu Xiaotao was also there to send it off.

At the entrance of the village, Yao Chunlan was carrying two bags and looked at her two friends who were seeing her off with reluctance.

"The three of us must keep in touch by writing letters frequently. We can't break our relationship. We have a revolutionary friendship that was born out of the college entrance examination." She said with red eyes, holding their hands.

Jiang Shanshan wiped her tears and said, "I know. I will write to you often and I won't stop."

At this point, she remembered what she had prepared, "This is a gift from me for you, take it with you on the train."

Yao Chunlan looked at the heavy things and immediately pushed them back, shaking her head. "I can't accept them. You can take them back. You've helped me so much, and I don't know how to repay you now."

Jiang Shanshan pushed it back again, "What's the matter, you don't want to accept it, right? You don't want me as your friend anymore, right?" she asked deliberately angrily.

Yao Chunlan stamped her feet in anger. "I didn't, that's not what I meant. I just don't want you to spend money. But if that's what you want, then I'll take it."

After saying that, he had no choice but to take the bag from her hand.

Jiang Shanshan saw that she accepted it, and a happy smile appeared on his face. He patted her shoulder and said, "When you get home, you can send us a telegram."