In the blink of an eye, the whole morning had passed. The car swayed and swayed, making Wen Nuanxiao a little dizzy.

The only advantage of sitting by the window is that you can lean against the window and take a rest for a while.

While Wen Nuan was catching up, Zhu Jianjun had successfully become familiar with Zhang Zhenzhen with his eloquent tongue.

The car was getting farther and farther away from Kyoto. In the machinery factory, Wen Qing was still busy with her own plan.

After searching the house thoroughly, Wen Qing couldn't find a penny. Fortunately, there was some rice and flour in the kitchen to fill her stomach.

But Wen Qing knew that this would not work, and the most urgent task was to solve her income problem.

But Wenqing's grades were very poor when she was in school. Could it be that she was really going to just find someone to marry?

As soon as this thought came to mind, I began to feel my heart beating hard despite the warmth.

But the number of people that Wen Qing knew was limited, and in the end, he could only get it from his former classmates.

After some inquiries, I found out that most of my classmates had gone to the countryside, and the few who stayed in the city already had a partner, but their family conditions were really average.

After much consideration, Wen Qing finally found a candidate, Song Dongsheng, who was one year older than Wen Nuan and was now a temporary worker in a canning factory. Although his family conditions were average, he was a simple person.

She had a mother above her, a sister below her, and only one son, so she didn't have to worry about anyone competing with her for the family property.

After choosing the target, Wen Qing began to prepare to create opportunities to meet Song Dongsheng. However, she didn't expect that before she could take any action, she was disrupted by the notice of going to the countryside sent by the street lady.

Looking at the big words on the notice, Wen Qingjian felt dizzy and fainted immediately out of hatred.

"Mom, I'm mistaken. Your sister has already gone to the countryside, why are you still going? You said that only one person from each family can go!"

The aunt who delivered the notice was not the one who helped Wen Nuan register, so she naturally didn't know what was going on, but she knew the situation of the Wen family.

"Your family is in this situation. You have a pair of parents who are prisoners of labor reform. They have gone to the countryside for labor reform. What are you doing in the city?

Besides, the personnel list has already been released and there is no possibility of changing it. Besides, your sister is your sister and you are you!

I advise you to pack your things and get ready. Meet at the station at six o'clock the day after tomorrow. If you try to escape, you will bear the consequences!"

After being scolded and warned by her aunt, Wen Qing felt like crying but had no tears. Looking at the empty house, what could she do to prepare herself?

At this moment, Wen Qing seemed to suddenly remember something, and immediately ran out and caught up with the lady just now.

"Mom, wait a minute, the notice for going to the countryside has been delivered, but where is the subsidy for going to the countryside? Why hasn't it been given to you?"

The mother frowned, and there was some joy in her eyes as she watched Wen Qing breathing heavily.

"The subsidy for going to the countryside was distributed when you registered. You can ask your family. There is no such thing!"

"what?"

Wen Qing stood there in a daze, her whole body wilted, and she walked back to the Wen family listlessly.

Passing by the compartment door, the tender emotions could no longer be suppressed and burst out.

He picked up a bench on the ground and smashed it directly at the door of the cubicle.

"Wen Nuan, you are such a troublemaker! You are such a good person, you actually signed me up to go to the island! Just wait, one day, I will definitely take revenge! I swear!"

Wen Qing, whose emotions collapsed, smashed everything in the room wantonly, from the private room to the main room, a mess.

After venting, Wen Qing sat on the ground and cried bitterly.

“Ah….wuwu….wuwu….”

Unlike Wen Qing's hysteria, Wen Nuan in the car had already started preparing for lunch when she woke up.

Zhu Jianjun took the initiative to exchange seats with Zhang Zhenzhen. Although Zhang Zhenzhen didn't like this direction, at least her seat was by the window, which was much more comfortable than the side, so she accepted it reluctantly.

As Zhu Jianjun shifted his gaze, Zhang Zhenzhen turned to stare at Wen Nuan intently. However, the two were facing each other now, so even if she stared at her deliberately, she could not see it!

Seeing a meatball on the left and a boiled egg on the right, Zhang Zhenzhen's stomach growled.

The sound was quite loud, and the four people at the scene heard it clearly. This was what social death meant!

Zhang Zhenzhen, extremely embarrassed, immediately lowered her head with a red face and began to search for her bag, but she forgot that she had left in a hurry that morning and only brought two bags with her.

The lunch box seller on the bus hadn't come over yet, and after all the hassles, Zhang Zhenzhen could only sit there waiting awkwardly.

The warmth would naturally rush up, but Zhu Jianjun was the same, but this time there was no boiled egg, but dry mixed-grain biscuits.

"Zhenzhen, eat a piece of cookie first!"

"You let 놖 eat this?"

The slight favor I had for Zhu Jianjun disappeared in an instant.

"I've never eaten anything like this in my life. I swallowed it just by looking at it!"

Zhu Jianjun didn't expect Zhang Zhenzhen to say that. The disgust in his eyes was not concealed at all, and he felt extremely embarrassed immediately.

"S-Sorry! The cookies are easy to store, so I brought some extra. Since you want to eat them, forget it!"

Wen Nuan and Li Yueyue could both hear Zhu Jianjun's disappointment. They looked at each other without saying a word. Who made these two people willing to fight each other?

I know that it was because there were too many people on the bus today. The lunch box seller didn't come for a long time, and Zhang Zhenzhen felt a little hungry.

"Wen Nuan, sell two of your babies to me, and I'll give you fifty cents!"

Normally, meatballs cost 20 cents each, but they lived without food coupons. It was obvious that Zhang Zhenzhen intended to pay with food coupons, so she offered a high price.

"You're sorry, I brought my own food and didn't plan to sell it!"

Wen Nuan said, biting the last egg, then raised her head and continued:

"This is the last one, and it's been bitten by you!"

"you..."

Zhang Zhenzhen gnashed her teeth in anger, but she couldn't help but turn her head away angrily.

Finally, the food truck selling boxed lunches came with great difficulty. Zhang Zhenzhen immediately called people over and prepared to buy a hot boxed lunch.

"Comrade, give me some braised pork!"

"The braised pork is out. Now we have shredded potatoes and pickled cabbage. They're one yuan each!"

"No more meat?"

Zhang Zhenzhen asked in disbelief.

"Yes, there are too many people on the bus, so they are sold out!"

Although she expected this result, Zhang Zhenzhen was still very disappointed and sighed, but finally she gritted her teeth and decided to eat vegetarian food.

After taking the lunch box, Zhang Zhenzhen started to eat it voraciously. It was obvious that she was very hungry.

In the family courtyard, after venting their affection, they finally had to accept the reality helplessly. Fortunately, at least they still had their clothes and luggage.

Gritting her teeth, Wen Qing sold all the remaining furniture in the house and the quilt she had used to the recycling station.

At least it can be exchanged for some money. If there is no title deed in the house, Wen Qing probably will sell the house.

After all the trouble, the Wen family was left with an empty house without even a bed. For the last two nights, Wen Qing could only stay in the warm and cozy room.

In his heart, he tightly held the ten yuan he got from selling his belongings. This was his last hope.