The next morning, Song Jin woke up from the space at around ten o'clock.
It was already late after dinner last night, so she took a nice half-hour hot bath with flower petals, and then went straight to sleep on the big bed in the space.
He still didn't go out. At noon, Aunt Ren came to cook. After opening the door, Song Jin saw her and Erya carrying vegetables and a small piece of pork.
As soon as he entered the room, he asked Song Jin where the kitchen was, and then asked her if she had any dietary restrictions. After getting the answer, he went into the kitchen to get busy.
Erya first started cleaning the yard with a big broom, and then gestured to Song Jin which room she could enter and which room she could not enter, and she would go to clean up.
The two people started to get busy as soon as they came in. Song Jin had nothing to do, so he started reading a book.
Her grades were just average before, but now it was 1975 and the college entrance examination was just over two years away. She had to get a high level of education in this era.
She used to be a liberal arts student, and her performance was very poor, so she had to take a good look at math.
Fortunately, she had found a lot of books in bookstores and scrap yards before, including several volumes of math, physics and chemistry series. She planned to start doing the exercises now.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Youquan and Hong Yangyang were already at the door. They came to pick up Song Jin to have dinner at home.
Song Jin got into the Zhao family's car again in full view of everyone, leaving the surrounding neighbors whispering.
This time we had dinner at Grandpa Ji's house. After going through layers of inspections before entering the compound, the car finally stopped outside a two-story building.
Song Jin was carrying the gifts she brought from home, a wooden box and a handbag.
After entering, the wooden box was given directly to Grandpa Ji, which contained an eighty-year-old ginseng.
Everyone who saw it looked at Song Jin in surprise. She smiled and said, "I found this by chance in the mountains when I was in the countryside in Heilongjiang Province. I'm saving it for Grandpa Ji to replenish his body when necessary."
"Hahaha, this looks quite old. It's a rare opportunity for you to have this opportunity. I won't refuse and will accept it."
Song Jin handed the handbag to Grandma Ji again: "This is what someone gave me before. They said it was hair dye from Shanghai. It has two colors, black and brown. Do you like it?"
Grandma Ji couldn't stop smiling. What she loved most was her hair. As she got older, her hair turned gray. She heard that eating black sesame seeds could make hair black, so she bought a lot of them. However, after eating them for several years, there was no effect.
Grandma Ji accepted the gift with a smile, and Song Jin explained to her in detail how to use it. The other female comrades also came over to listen with great interest.
Who doesn't love beauty? When they heard that there were other colors that could be dyed, Mother Zhao, Aunt Ji, and the eldest and second aunts all came over to ask how many times a can could be used, whether there were any extras, and whether they could buy some.
With the help of the ginseng he brought with him and the bubble dye in the space, Song Jin successfully broke into the circle of women in the Ji family, and they had a great time chatting.
Not long after, a woman in her 40s came over and said the food was ready. She divided it into two tables, one for the children and one for the adults.
Among the adults, Hong Yangyang and Ji's aunt couldn't sit anymore, so they sat at the children's table.
Everyone was just eating and chatting at the dinner table. It was obvious that the Ji family really wanted to invite Song Jin to dinner. The table was full of main dishes, and the staple food was pork and green onion dumplings.
In order to prevent everyone from not having enough to eat, there was also a separate bowl of white flour steamed buns and two-grain flour steamed buns.
However, the steamed buns made of two-grain flour were eaten up in a short time, and everyone kept stuffing white flour buns into Song Jin's mouth.
After dinner, the children ran and played in the yard while the adults sat in the living room.
Grandpa Ji cleared his throat and nodded to Aunt Ji.
Aunt Ji’s name is Ji Changan, she is 35 years old and is the editor-in-chief of an international radio station.
She smiled at Song Jin and said, "Xiao Jin, I heard you want to join China National Radio?"
Song Jin nodded shyly.
"Very good, I also work in this field. A pretty girl like you with a nice voice and standard Mandarin will definitely be fine.
It just so happens that I have an acquaintance who is the office director of China National Radio. I heard from her that they are looking to recruit several new employees recently, and they were originally recommended by internal employees.
I happen to be familiar with her, so I managed to get a spot. I'll take the exam at their radio station on January 6th, and if I pass, I can start working. Do you think it's okay?"
Song Jin was so happy that he almost flew away, but he still pretended to be reserved and a little excited on the surface.
"Auntie, is this really okay? Will this have a bad influence on you?"
Ji Changan's eyes were full of smiles: "Don't worry, it's okay. I believe you will have no problem with the exam. Come, I will tell you the general content of the exam, and you just need to do well in the exam."
Song Jin listened to her obediently. She said that they would be asked to write a manuscript on the spot and recite selected paragraphs to test their Mandarin and creative abilities.
Song Jin felt that there was nothing wrong with him.
After the meeting, Uncle Ji asked the driver to drive Song Jin back home.
Song Jin was preparing for the exam at home. Aunt Ji told her the test questions. The theme of the script she had to write on the spot didn't matter. She just had to choose between praising the motherland, praising the people around her, and the person or thing she was most grateful for. The difficulty lay in the fact that writing a radio script was quite different from writing an essay.
Compositions can be written with flowery words, but radio scripts must take into account the response and effect when read and broadcast.
Song Jin planned to read some books, including the Little Red Book and the quotations of great men, which she had to memorize carefully.
Almost everyone in this generation can recite the Little Red Book by heart and quote quotations from great men. She absolutely cannot make any mistakes in this regard, otherwise it would be a big problem if someone catches her.
She entered the creative stage of scratching her head and thinking hard.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
