At that time, workers had a high status, especially those with high technical levels, who were half the treasures of the factory. The director of the street office did not blame Uncle Yi for not giving her face, but continued to be troubled by the problems left by Widow Yang.
Someone in the compound asked, "Director, what about the two daughters of the Yang family? We can squeeze out some food to feed them, but we can't always give them food. We have a large family and many children, so there's really nothing we can do!"
"Mrs. Yan, I know everything you said. Asking you to help the two children of the Yang family is only temporary. We will soon sort out the two children's whereabouts." The director of the street office said, but it was as if he had said nothing.
Song Jiayu is very good at this kind of rhetoric. It is to paint a rosy picture for people, and when people come to ask, it is to be done as soon as possible.
What else can the people in Compound No. 13 do?
You can only do as you are told.
Two little heads appeared at the window of the Yang family's house. Their originally innocent eyes now held many complexities that shouldn't be in children's eyes. The most obvious thing was the two children's uneasiness. Even when Song Jiayu looked at them, they didn't dare to meet their gaze and even shrank their heads.
"These two children have been pitiful since they were young. When their father was alive, they were not liked by Old Yang because they were not boys. Later, Old Yang passed away, and his wife became a widow.
What happened next is what you know. We neighbors helped a little, but it was not enough to feed the two children, so they just kept from starving.
One is seven years old, the other is five, as big as kittens, and my Wanyi is almost as tall as the younger one." Jiang's mother sighed.
Although she felt heartbroken, Jiang's mother knew that she could not adopt a child. The Jiang family now had three grandsons and one granddaughter. The second son's wife was pregnant with another child. When the third son's wife was also pregnant, she could not afford it.
Song Jiayu was not kind enough to adopt these two children. She only asked about the situation of Uncle Yi's family.
Xiong Cuihua was more familiar with this matter: "I know that Lao Yi has a good relationship with my Li Cheng. He is a man of conscience. His wife used to be the daughter of a landlord, and Lao Yi was a worker in that family.
Later, when things got chaotic, it was said that the landlord's family saved Lao Yi, and in order to repay the landlord's kindness, Lao Yi spent most of his life guarding his wife. His wife was in poor health and had never been able to get pregnant.
It's not like there haven't been women who have thrown themselves at Lao Yi before, but he always pushed them away. There's even a rumor about Lao Yi back in Tianwen Lane. It's said that the woman took off all her clothes and tried to hug Lao Yi, but Lao Yi kicked her away, even breaking a rib. Lao Yi had to pay her a lot of money in compensation."
"The two children of the Yang family will be blessed to live with Old Yi and his family in the future." Jiang's mother also said so.
Song Jiayu felt that Old Yi, Uncle Yi, and so on sounded familiar, so she asked, "Is there a widow named Qin in the compound where Uncle Yi lives?"
Xiong Cuihua: "You know that too? There is indeed a widow named Qin."
Mother Jiang whispered, "The son of the Zhou family across the street has been bewitched by Widow Qin. Now he doesn't even come home. Every day, the Zhous go to their daughter-in-law's house to look for her. They even say they don't want their son anymore and that everything they have will be given to their grandson."
"Ah? So her name is Qin Huairu?" Song Jiayu asked.
Xiong Cuihua shook her head. "What Qin Huairu? Her name is Qin Yuhe, which means both rain and lotus. Oh, and Qin Yuhe also has a cousin named Qin Yumei, who almost bewitched the young Qian Zhuangshi."
Song Jiayu's eyes widened. If this pair of cousins lived in modern times, they would definitely be the fighters in Aquaman.
There is no man they can't get.
After chatting, Song Jiayu and Aunt Cuihua went back.
Xiong Cuihua walked with more energy, no longer looking half-dead as before.
That night, the Li family's meals returned to their previous standard.
As for the fate of Widow Yang's two daughters, they were eventually adopted by Uncle Yi and Aunt Yi.
Widow Yang might have some sincerity towards her two daughters. She wrote a letter of severing ties and the street office published it in the newspaper. This meant that no matter whether Widow Yang came back or not, the two children would have nothing to do with her.
Later, Song Jiayu saw Grandpa Yi taking two little girls out for a walk. The younger one sat on his shoulders, and the older one was held hand in hand. The two sisters, who looked similar, were eating meat patties that were bigger than their faces. Grandpa Yi's face was wrinkled from smiling, and he no longer looked as tough as before.
Song Jiayu: That’s good.
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Just ten days into September, it rained twice, and the hot temperature seemed to be washed away by the rain.
Song Jiayu originally only had two pieces of long-sleeved clothes and coats, which she wore alternately. How could she let herself suffer such a fate? So she took the fabric and went to find a tailor who would provide her with free tailoring services for life.
"Come in and do it. Are you asking me to make clothes for you?" Wen Yun was quite happy.
"Yes, this coarse cloth is harder, so you can make me a coat, and the fine cotton cloth can make me a long-sleeved shirt and pants. By the way, can you make a set for my Jiang Baizhou as well?" Song Jiayu asked with a licking face.
Wen Yun smacked his lips: "You really don't treat me as an outsider!"
"What's the big deal? People go to the supply and marketing cooperative or the city's department store to buy clothes. Isn't that done by someone else? It's better to ask you for help and feel at ease."
If making a coat requires distinctions between the main and secondary craftsmen, then what are the modern craftswomen on Taobao?
Song Jiayu feels very secure in this relationship and there is no need for her to guard Jiang Baizhou like a dragon.
"How about you do it with me?" Wen Yun wanted to see if his good friend's tailoring skills were really worse than a pig's.
Song Jiayu's face darkened. "That matter is not over yet, right? Seriously, just help me this time, or I'll make something delicious and leave it for you three times."
"No, I want five."
Wen Yun lived in Compound No. 15, which was farther away from Song Jiayu's home than Lin Xue and Xu Qinghuan. Out of the five times he went to exchange food with her, he was successful only once.
Song Jiayu agreed, "Okay, I must make the clothes look good."
Before leaving, she grabbed two handfuls of melon seeds and put them on the table so that Wen Yun could eat some when she had nothing to do.
When I returned to my compound, I happened to meet the postman riding a bicycle and carrying a green shoulder bag at the door.
"Excuse me, does Miss Song Jiayu live in the compound at No. 14, Tianwen Lane?"
"It's me." Song Jiayu nodded.
"This is a letter for you, please sign for it."
Thinking that it was Song Tianshun who was studying at a university in Beilin City who had written a letter, Song Jiayu quickly signed her name in front of the postman, took the letter in, and opened it. It turned out that it was not Song Tianshun, but Yang Yuehua from Dongming Commune.
It said that she had collected two old items and if she needed them, she could meet at the old place on September 15th.
If the letter hadn't been sent, Song Jiayu would have almost forgotten about this matter. It is true that eating melons every day makes her life rich and colorful, and her happiness is doubled.
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