After listening to this analysis, it seems to be the case.
But what about the third child in the family?
Song Beiwang was the child that the couple worried about the most. They originally wanted him to earn work points in the village every day so that they could save some money for Song Beiwang every year.
If they go to the city, they won't be able to do anything and will just have to act like an old man and an old woman taking care of the child.
"Are you worried about Song Beiwang?" Song Jiayu could see what was on Song's father and mother's faces.
"I'm worried about this kid. He can't sit still. He can run all over the mountains in the village. Where can he play in the city? I don't want him to be a freeloader for you and Tianshun."
Zhao Qiuqin still has that nightmare. Her youngest son, who can do nothing, carries an empty bowl and takes his wife and children to his elder sister and second brother's house to beg for food by knocking on the bowls.
"Mom, Beiwang has his own abilities. Go to Beilin City and see if there are any factories recruiting. If he can't get in through the exam, we can spend some money to find someone to buy him a job. It's the same thing." Song Jiayu really didn't think that her younger brother was not smart or capable just because he couldn't read. Song Beiwang had become more and more shameless in the past three years, and he had a ruthlessness that she and Tianshun didn't have.
Hearing the good words his elder sister said to him, Song Beiwang, who had come in, agreed and said, "Elder sister is right. Let's go to Beilin City. I've already been around all of Lushan Village."
Zhao Qiuqin angrily slapped her youngest son on the forehead and scolded him, "How dare you say that? You're already sixteen, but you're still like a kid, running around outside every day. Why can't you be more steady and let your dad and I worry less?"
Song Beiwang, who was scolded by his own mother, didn't take it to heart at all and just winked at his elder sister.
They had lunch at the Song family's house. Zhao Qiuqin killed a chicken raised at home and asked Song Deming to catch a fish. The aroma of meat wafted from the kitchen, and the villagers passing by the house couldn't help but stop outside for a few seconds to breathe in the aroma.
"Why are there two Song families in the village becoming more and more different?"
Following the villagers' casual murmur.
The noise from the Song family's old house seemed to be heard over there.
"Song Chengjiu, you coward, it's unfortunate for my ancestors to marry you!" Zheng Li cursed angrily. She was holding her two-and-a-half-year-old daughter in her arms. She went to the toilet and asked Song Chengjiu to take care of her daughter. When she came back, she saw that her daughter's mouth was bleeding. She was so angry that she almost exploded.
"She's just a girl. You keep talking about her all day long. If it doesn't bother you, then I will." The love they had when they first got married was gone after only three years. Song Chengjiu had become as selfish as his father, especially since Zheng Li gave birth to two daughters for him but no son. He almost regretted it to death.
As for Wei Meihua, who heard the quarrel, she earned work points every day and also had to do housework. She was so busy that she felt like she had aged ten years in three years. She didn't even think about taking care of her eldest son's problems. She only focused on her youngest son and instilled in him the idea that he must be filial to his mother every day.
In the main hall of the old Song family, the two old guys are not in as good health as they were three years ago. They earn less work points and live off their savings every day.
The food on the table became more and more perfunctory, with only two steamed buns with dried vegetables.
Old Mrs. Song ate the steamed bread with difficulty. Her teeth did not have the strength they had when she was young. Every time she took a bite, she had to chew it a lot before she could swallow it. She seemed to smell the faint fragrance at the tip of her nose and said, "Old man, I think I can smell the aroma of meat from our second son's house."
Old Man Song nodded: "Well, Jiayu and her grandson-in-law seem to be back."
Old Mrs. Song: "They must have eaten meat today."
Old Man Song sighed: "My dear, this is how our life will be. If you say more, it will only make us feel worse."
Three years later, Old Man Song and Old Mrs. Song regretted their favoritism towards the eldest son's family so much that their intestines turned green.
At the home of the team leader of Lushan Village.
Song Xiulan was pregnant again. She was coaxing her three-year-old son to take a nap. She patted his back, but her eyes were not on him. She didn't know where they were looking...
"well……"
A sigh sounded from inside the house.
Soon, Song Jiayu will go to the city with her second uncle's family.
…
I set out from the entrance of Lushan Village in the afternoon. The bicycle was very fast and it took only ten minutes to reach Dongming Commune. I found Yang Yuehua. For the past three years, we have been trading with each other every two or three months.
Song Jiayu got a lot of old things, and Yang Yuehua also accumulated enough capital to start her own business in the future.
Yang Yuehua seemed to have known about the breakup and accepted it quickly.
"A golden phoenix is not something that can be kept in a pond. You have such great abilities. This small county town is not your final destination. I hope we will have a chance to meet again in the future." Yang Yuehua said sincerely.
Song Jiayu smiled and waved her hand. "When you say this about me, aren't you also talking about yourself? Let's share the name Jin Feng. We still have a long time in our lives, and there will always be opportunities to meet in the future."
After parting ways with Yang Yuehua amicably, Song Jiayu went to the state-owned restaurant again.
It was not lunchtime in the afternoon and there was no one in the lobby, so she went straight to the kitchen.
"Why are you here today?" asked Aunt Fat.
"I have something to tell everyone in the kitchen." Song Jiayu replied.
In the big kitchen, five pairs of eyes, including Chef Xu, Xiao Liu, Dafeng, Aunt Pang, and Sister Fen, who had worked together for three years, looked at Song Jiayu at the same time.
"I have something to announce to everyone. I've already said goodbye to the store manager and I'm leaving."
Aunt Fat: "Are you leaving? Where are you going?"
Chef Xu: "Am I going to be the only chef left in the kitchen again?"
Sister Fen: "Without Xiao Song, we won't be able to see the good show."
Xiao Liu: "Thank you for your guidance on our cooking skills over the past three years."
Dafeng: "Yes, although Xiao Liu and I don't have much talent as cooks, thank you anyway."
Everyone in the kitchen may occasionally have some friction and quarrels, but most of the time they get along well with no intrigue or competition.
Song Jiayu lived a very comfortable life here for three years.
After telling everyone they were going to Beilin City, Song Jiayu called Chef Xu over after a few pleasantries. Without beating around the bush, she said directly, "Chef Xu, are you interested in buying my job?"
This question stunned Chef Xu.
He quickly thought of his daughter, who had started learning cooking from other chefs in the 1960s.
For three years, my daughter was still an apprentice.
It’s not that his daughter’s cooking skills are bad. The chef he hired was teaching her seriously. Even a pig can learn to cook a dish or two, not to mention that his daughter inherited the Xu family’s talent for cooking.
But the position is hard to come by. My daughter started at the canteen late, so she is considered an outsider. In addition, there is not only one chef in a factory canteen, but each chef has several apprentices. To get a position, it is like eight immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers.
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