Chapter 77 Two in One We Are Really Fated
Song Ruan made the four people opposite him so angry that they left in a rage without even eating.
Han Zhenzhen finally got a chance to interrupt, but stopped herself from speaking: "Song, Sister Song Ruan, it's a good thing to have confidence in your family, but, but..."
She was listening on the side. Song Ruan's family sounded scary, but they didn't even have a position with real power. And she heard that Gu Jun's family had some influence in the capital, so if they really wanted to find someone to deal with her, it would be quite easy.
She was too embarrassed to directly say that your family was too bad, fearing that it would cause disaster and hurt Song Ruan's self-esteem. She hesitated to speak, and her face turned into a tomato. She stammered:
"How about I talk to my dad about it, and both our two families should be on guard together. First, it's easy to break a single chopstick, but it's hard to break a bunch of chopsticks."
It's really hard for this illiterate little boy to come up with such a common saying.
Song Ruan sat down again as if nothing had happened, and at the same time stopped Han Zhenzhen who was about to stand up to send a telegram:
"How could I not know whether my family could get away with it or not? My parents wanted to sell me to a domestic violence man to exchange for my brother's job, and my sister wanted to steal my job and secretly signed me up to go to the countryside. Aren't they very tolerant of me? I also want to see if they can still be tolerant of outsiders."
She didn't have the idea of "family disgrace should not be made public" at all. As a victim, why should she conceal the crimes of those who harmed her? The fact that she didn't make a big fuss about it to announce it to the world already showed her kindness.
"What?!" Han Zhenzhen's eyes widened, "How could they do this? You are their daughter too!"
Thinking of something, she asked cautiously, "Then, do you have enough money?"
As he spoke, he touched his pocket.
She had seen Song Ruan move out and buy a lot of things, so she thought that she had family support like herself, so she often went to her place to cook for her. Song Ruan would not eat for free, and would always take out some good things. At that time, I just thought that Song Ruan was a nice person who wouldn't take advantage of others. Now think about it, Song Ruan, who has no source of income, must have gritted his teeth and lived frugally in order to come up with those things!
It's not like every time I eat a meal with her, I have to chew vegetable leaves for several days in a row, right?
Moreover, Song Ruan's family treated her like this, but she still boasted about how good her father was in front of her every day. She deserves to die!
Han Zhenzhen couldn't eat the delicious braised pork anymore and she wanted to slap herself twice.
Woohoo, her dad once told her that she was stupid and needed to change, but she still refused to accept it. It turns out that she should just listen to her dad!
As soon as Song Ruan saw her twisted body, she knew that this little fool had lost his mind again. He stole the last piece of sweet and sour pork from under her chopsticks and patted her head:
"Don't worry, it's not that difficult for me. I said before that I had found a job for myself and didn't have to go to the countryside. It was my sister who didn't want to go to the countryside so she secretly signed me up to take my job. How could I let her be proud? So she gave my job to a distant relative. That relative was worried that I would suffer in the countryside, so he prepared a lot of supplies for me."
Apart from giving some fans a boost for the "selling jobs" incident, Song Ruan said everything else in detail. After all, if one is willing, it is not difficult to find out that she has a bad relationship with her family. Her family is unlikely to send her money, and she does not want to give a black-hearted person the reputation of "sending money to her daughter". So she must at least have an obvious source of funds.
Otherwise, what if others say that her money was obtained through speculation, profiteering, or other illegal means?
"Oh oh oh!" Han Zhenzhen understood.
Her family had planned to buy her a job, but because her family was under close surveillance at the time, they decided to let her go to the countryside for two years to go through the process, and then use their connections to transfer her back.
So he had some understanding of the price of jobs. There was a shortage of jobs now, and there was the life-and-death struggle of going to the countryside. Jobs were in short supply, and a front-line worker could be sold for five or six hundred yuan. Song Ruan should have a lot of money in his hands.
"Besides, the school will have to recruit teachers soon after it is completed. When I pass the exam, I won't have to worry about running out of money."
Song Ruan had a very good plan.
Han Zhenzhen was in awe when she heard this: "You...are good at studying?"
"It's OK." Song Ruan hummed, looking at Han Zhenzhen's round eyes, "Don't tell me you don't have this plan? Do you want to go to the fields next year? Don't you care about your work points and slack off in the fields? After all, it's hot under the sun. It's not comfortable to take classes in the classroom?"
Han Zhenzhen's eyes lit up when she heard this, but then she became depressed again: "What are you saying? I don't want to be a teacher because I don't want to be one?"
Song Ruan sighed: "We haven't even started fighting yet, and you've surrendered already."
"I heard it's a selection test, but elementary school students can only test a certain amount of knowledge points. You are at least a junior high school student, right?"
Han Zhenzhen whispered: "High school."
Song Ruan: “?”
"You're already a high school student, why are you still so frustrated? You can just review with your textbooks, they have more extensive and comprehensive knowledge. What books did you bring?"
Han Zhenzhen Aba Aba: "Lian, comic strip."
Song Ruan: "..."
fine.
"Then come with me to the scrap collection station and buy some textbooks." She made the decision in a swift and decisive manner.
In fact, she had textbooks in her hands - after all, the original owner's children were all in school, and when she raided the old Song family, she collected all the textbooks from elementary school to high school. But on the surface, the theft in the house had nothing to do with her, so she had to pass on the things in her hands.
It is better to be safe than sorry.
Besides, it's time to prepare now - it's almost the end of 1975, and there are only two years left before the college entrance examination is resumed. If converted to high school in later generations, it would be the second semester of senior high school now. Why take the college entrance examination if you don't start studying? Let’s bake the sweet potatoes.
Han Zhenzhen was not an ungrateful person, so she responded obediently.
The scrap collection station is a small bungalow at the end of the street. In the yard there are piles of broken furniture, scrap copper and iron, broken porcelain and jars. It can be seen that they have been sorted out, but because there are too many things and they are too broken, and the piles of junk are the easiest to collect dust, it looks messy.
Song Ruan said to the manager who was lying on a recliner in the sun, "Hello, uncle. We want to buy some old newspapers and textbooks. Where can we find them?"
Without even opening his eyes, the old man said skillfully, "The books and newspapers are in the innermost room. Find them yourself."
Wow, two more come. His scrap yard is really busy today.
These young kids spend their days thinking about shopping on Taobao, as if his place is full of antiques and gold, and he is too old and his eyes are blurry to recognize any of them and can only ask them to pick up bargains.
Look at the three big words on the door: "Junk-Station!"
Do you know what a scrap yard is?
Is it the people who sell scraps who are fools? When they have good stuff, they don't keep it for themselves but buy it here for a few cents per pound; or is it the Red Guards who raided houses during that time who are fools? When they come across good stuff, they don't hide it secretly but generously give it here to others; or is it the manager who has to count and register every item brought here who is a fool? If he really comes across a good stuff, he doesn't keep it for himself but just leaves it there for others to pick up?
Let’s just say, if a table with only three legs left was delivered to him, he would disassemble the remaining three legs to see if there was anything hidden inside!
After going through so many layers of sifting, if there really is something good, will it be the turn of these whimsical little kids?
He shook his head, feeling that the whole world was drunk but he was the only one sober, and he was the smartest person in the world.
Of course Song Ruan had no idea about his rich psychological activities. She thanked him and took Han Zhenzhen into the house. As soon as she opened the door, she was choked by the rising dust and started coughing with her eyes closed.
It took me a long while to open my eyes, and I was stunned by the scene in front of me.
The window was not big, and the room seemed a little dark. Everywhere there were tattered books and newspapers with missing pages and almost no recognizable original appearance. They were piled high like gray hills. In the dim light, there was floating dust slowly floating up in the air, and tiny particles could be clearly seen.
Song Ruan directed Han Zhenzhen: "You look over there, I'll look over here, mainly looking for textbooks."
Han Zhenzhen rolled up her sleeves and responded loudly.
It’s easy to say, but there are too many miscellaneous things, and most people nowadays don’t take good care of books. Many books don’t even have covers, and you have to open them to read the contents.
Song Ruan's paws were all black from flipping over, but she was careful not to wipe her face with her black hands. Han Zhenzhen didn't care about that, and at this moment her face was covered with small black lines.
Fortunately, they found several books and were rushing forward with full confidence when suddenly there was a earth-shaking noise at the door. The two of them stood up like groundhogs and looked out from behind the pile of books.
The wooden door slammed against the wall with a bang and bounced back. Two entangled figures rushed in, tripped over the threshold, and both fell to the ground. Two screams of pain rang out at the same time, but no one stopped. Instead, the fight became even more fierce.
Han Zhenzhen moved closer to Song Ruan, and as if she had gained a source of strength, she changed from watching the show with a sly look to standing with her hands on her hips and chin raised and watching the show arrogantly.
At first glance, they are two familiar faces, right?
"Haven't you heard that Ye Xiang and Tian Hui Ni have any conflicts?" Han Zhenzhen asked puzzledly.
Wu Jianguo grabbed Tian Huini's hair. She stretched out her hands to protect the roots of her hair while scratching her face as hard as she could. Her face was deformed by the pain, but she still shouted, "I was the first one to get the box!"
She was a reborn person, but when she first got reborn she was still dazed and didn't react. Now, after so long, she remembered everything she remembered, and then recalled a small detail of her previous life - when she returned home in glory, she saw a well-renovated villa, and when she asked, she found out it belonged to an old man at the scrap yard.
How could an old man like him, who makes a living by looking after a scrap yard and relying on his grandson, get the money to build such a nice house? I must have found some treasures while collecting waste over the years!
Where do the treasures of the scrap yard owner come from? It must have come from this waste! Why would he, an orphan, need so much money? It’s better to let her take it. She will definitely remember this favor and repay them when she becomes rich in the future!
She is the reborn chosen daughter of God. Isn’t her favor worth more than this little money?
She regretted not thinking of it earlier and felt sorry for the precious things that might have been missed in the past few days. She did not go to watch the criticism and denunciation today, and went to the scrap yard as soon as she arrived at the commune.
Coincidentally, Wu Jianguo thought the same way.
Seeing that there was no hope of returning home, he began to seriously consider how he could make his life better - he was really fed up with this kind of life where he had to eat coarse food and had not even two cents in his pocket!
Although he didn't know that the old man at the scrap yard became rich later, he was born in the post-information age after the information explosion. He had read countless articles and was knowledgeable. He knew that in the literature of the period, the scrap collection station was usually the place where the protagonist obtained the initial capital. There was gold hidden in the mezzanine of the table, and antique calligraphy and paintings were all over the floor. Even if it could not be converted into cash for the time being, after saving it until after the reform and opening up, he could make friends with dignitaries when he was in trouble, and then take off with the east wind.
And he, Wu Jianguo, was a grown man before he traveled through time, and now he is using Ye Xiang's body, and is a woman on the inside. Isn't this the male and female protagonists in one? He must have a part in this kind of Long Aotian plot!
He is very confident!
However, after searching for so long, this scrap yard was just like a real scrap yard, with no good stuff at all. He finally saw a cosmetic box that looked like it had carvings on it, but before he could go up to take it, Cheng Yaojin showed up out of nowhere!
Here it comes, the extremely troublesome plot that the protagonist is bound to encounter when he picks up a bargain is here!
He was even more certain that this was a good thing.
But Wu Jianguo is not like those delicate heroines. He has some strength and means to deal with the worst!
Thinking of this, he suddenly grabbed Tian Huini's braid and pulled it back, shouting, "I've had my eyes on you for a long time. You stole my things! Give them back to me!"
Quarreling with Granny Sun every day, he unknowingly developed a habit of calling her "old lady".
You know what, it went quite smoothly.
"You are unreasonable!"
Tian Hui Ni spoke in a sharp voice and stretched out her claws to scratch and claw.
Wu Jianguo pouted, ripped off a large lock of her hair with one claw, and said arrogantly: "I am the truth!"
Tian Hui Ni's eyes turned red with hatred, and she rushed forward with a roar.
Wu Jianguo was having the upper hand and laughing with his mouth open, but he was suddenly hit like this, his teeth bit his tongue and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Even more angry.
The two of them started fighting again, tumbling, biting, twisting, and crashing into the pile of books with a clang. The waste paper flew all over the sky like snowflakes, and then scattered down.
If you ignore the two people who are beating each other up, the scene is quite romantic.
Han Zhenzhen and Song Ruan were stunned, especially Han Zhenzhen. When she opened her mouth, Fei Yang choked her throat. She closed her mouth and coughed twice, then persevered and opened her mouth again in shock, only to be choked again.
She looked at the wooden box that the two men had fought over, and looked at it from left to right, but couldn't see any difference - it did look better with the carvings, but it didn't need to be broken into pieces like this.
Song Ruan suddenly shuddered: "Oh no! Hurry up and take the book and leave."
Although Han Zhenzhen didn't react, she instinctively listened to Song Ruan's words.
Sure enough, as soon as I stepped into the door, I saw the old man in charge coming towards me aggressively: "What are you doing? What are you doing? Are you here to cause trouble?!"
Song Ruan was startled and quickly distanced herself from the matter: "Uncle, it has nothing to do with us. We were just looking for books when these two people broke in and scared us to death. Look at the books we have. You name a price and we're leaving now."
The manager stared at them and saw that it really had nothing to do with them. He reluctantly softened his expression and said, "Give me two cents."
Han Zhenzhen hurriedly handed over the money. The old man in charge waved his hand at her casually and rushed towards the two people who were fighting fiercely: "Fighting in the scrap yard, what do you like? Huh? Are there not enough places for you to show off, or do you want the loser to belong to my scrap yard directly?"
"I just cleaned up my things today, and you guys messed them up! I tell you, no one can leave today until you sort them out for me!"
Han Zhenzhen was shocked: "There are so many things, but they have already cleared some of them. Go away, go away, I don't want to help them!"
They didn't know how late the fighting duo lasted, but they heard that Ye Xiang (Wu Jianguo's version) won in the end. As for why they knew that -
"You damned spendthrift daughter-in-law! How can you waste money like this? You bought a box like this for one dollar, and you're keeping it for your ashes!"
Mrs. Sun from next door was yelling and cursing with great energy.
Then another disdainful voice: "What do you know..."
"I don't know anything. I just know that my family is in big trouble because we married a spendthrift like you! Old man, take a look in the underworld..."
The sound of slapping thighs and wailing continued in the air.
"Shrew, shrew! I'm too lazy to argue with you!"
"Damn it, you still think you're right! I'm telling you, you must return this thing to me today!"
“Don’t even think about it!!!”
Han Zhenzhen put down her textbook and rubbed her ears: "I've been scolding you for four or five days now."
These days, she came to Song Ruan's house every day to read textbooks, and from time to time she heard Grandma Sun's scolding, which was louder than the bell for the end of get out of class.
She lay down on the kang and said weakly, "I wish I had such good energy when studying."
Song Ruan reached out and pulled her up: "Have you read three pages of the book? Why are you lying down again? Get up!"
Han Zhenzhen on the kang was almost dying because of reading. Song Guogang's family on the train was also dying after sitting on the train for several days and changing trains. They staggered out of the small car that was packed like a can of sardines. When they saw the four big words "Huaiqi Commune", they were so excited that they almost cried for joy.
"We're finally here!" Song Guogang breathed a sigh of relief, his feet felt as soft as if he was stepping on cotton. "Let's go find someone to ask how to get to the Dongfeng Brigade."
Zhang Meijuan was also weak: "Let's find a young man who is thin-skinned and easier to talk to."
Song Jiabao looked depressed and walked behind them with heavy steps.
Coincidentally, at the same time, Gu Jun, who had just finished sending a telegram to his family, breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the post office with a relieved smile on his face. In addition, he was good-looking, and at first glance he looked like a spring breeze, giving people a very good impression.
Song Guogang's eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands and came forward: "Comrade, do you know how to get to the Dongfeng Brigade?"
Gu Jun was in a good mood now. He glanced at them and said compassionately, "We are going to the Dongfeng Brigade. You can come with us.
"That's great, that's great," Song Guogang nodded happily, and quickly called his wife to follow him, "Come quickly, this young man is going to the Dongfeng Brigade."
Then he smiled at Gu Jun: "Then we are really destined to meet!"
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