"No need, I only feel at ease when the money is in my own pocket."
Jiang Wenwan stepped forward and snatched the passbook, as well as the ten ten-yuan bills. Those ten bills were all black coins, and it is said that each one could be worth 20,000 to 50,000 yuan in later years.
Seeing that Zhang Cuifen was still trying to pester him, he asked her.
"You're home today, right? Why didn't you come to help me?"
If what happened today comes true, do you think I can survive?
Would you be happy if I died?
Zhang Cuifen opened her mouth, her eyes darting away.
"I... I didn't hear it, and your Uncle Hu is drunk. He's not usually like this."
Seeing that she was speaking in a softer and softer voice, Jiang Wenwan sneered, took the money and left.
Back in her little house, she put the money into her storage space and moved the broken stool aside.
Then I heard a nine-year-old boy standing in the yard shouting:
"Big sister, I want to eat ribs! I want meat!"
He was Hu Liuzhu, a half-brother from the same mother but different fathers. The young boy was treated like a treasure by Hu Jianbang and his wife.
The original owner was not talkative, but he had a better relationship with Hu Qinghua.
Hu Qinghua often had spare change on him, so people would buy him treats to win him over.
Whoever provides the milk is the mother; this principle has remained unchanged for thousands of years!
In his memory, he once almost killed the original owner of this body.
It was winter, and he pestered the original owner to go ice skating on the river. As a result, the ice cracked, and the original owner almost couldn't get out to save him.
He ran home and complained that the original owner of this body had caused him to fall into the ice water.
The original owner returned home soaking cold and was met with a double beating from her biological mother and stepfather.
From then on, the original owner's heart also turned cold.
Jiang Wenwan had no intention of saving any saplings.
The door was kicked open, and Hu Liuzhu, who was 1.3 meters tall, rushed in and started hitting her.
"How dare you not leave me any spare ribs? I'll beat you to death, you little brat!"
Jiang Wenwan reached out to block his arm, then grabbed his neck and lifted him up.
"Hu Liuzhu, believe it or not, I'll make sure you can't stay here right now!"
"You, you let me go."
The boy, struggling to breathe, reached out and grabbed her hand, his face turning purple.
At this moment, all traces of his earlier arrogance had vanished, replaced by terror in his eyes.
What's wrong with his sister, who's usually so quiet you wouldn't utter a sound?
Hu Qinghua ran over and pulled Zhang Cuifen over.
"Mom, look, she's trying to strangle my brother! He's the lifeblood of our family! She's completely lost her mind!"
When Zhang Cuifen came over and saw this, she rushed up to hit Jiang Wenwan.
Wen Wan threw the boy, whose eyes had already rolled back, at her.
"Take him out. If he bothers me again, I'll strangle him!"
"Cough cough cough, hoo, Mom, Mom, hit her! She's going to strangle me! My neck hurts so much! Waaaaah!"
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. Mom will go buy you some meat."
Zhang Cuifen is now afraid of this daughter, so she took her son and went out.
Hu Qinghua stood at the door, gave her a strange look, and then turned and left.
That very evening, the couple discussed it.
"Wen Wan was traumatized today. What if she continues like this in the future?"
Zhang Cuifen lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) and sighed.
Hu Jianbang's eyes darkened as he thought of Wen Wan's submissive and submissive nature in the past.
I think it's very likely that he was just provoked to do this.
"Let's see tomorrow. If she's still like this, we'll sign her up for the rural service program!"
She had agreed to work at Tsinghua University, and that can't be changed.
If she goes to the countryside, Qinghua will arrange her marriage.
I think Wang Jianguo has feelings for Qinghua.
Zhang Cuifen hesitated.
"What if she comes back from the countryside and finds out?"
"She thinks she can come back after being sent to the countryside? Dream on!"
Don't say I'm heartless. See how she behaves tomorrow. If she doesn't behave well, then you can sign her up.
The next morning.
Normally, Jiang Wenwan would get up early to cook, but this morning she got up from her spatial dimension.
After washing up, I strolled out to the restaurant for breakfast.
After finishing her meal, she went straight to the textile factory.
I told Director Chen at the factory that I wanted to sell my job.
Asking someone as adventurous as her to operate a sewing machine in a factory is something she knows she can't do.
It would be better to sell the job. I have a lot of good things stored in my previous life's space, and it's not appropriate to take them out and use them all at once.
When Director Chen heard that she wanted to sell jobs, his eyes immediately lit up.
These past two years, the quotas have become increasingly difficult to obtain, and he's been thinking about how to get his second uncle's nephew's cousin's daughter in.
Upon hearing Jiang Wenwan's words, he immediately became happy and his attitude warmed up considerably.
"Little Jiang! How much do you plan to sell your spots?"
Jiang Wenwan had already made up her mind.
"Director Chen, I don't want the unity fund, I just want votes."
All kinds of coupons are fine: grain coupons, meat coupons, liquor coupons, sugar coupons, cloth coupons, urine coupons, etc., as long as the value is over six hundred.
She had a savings account with three thousand yuan given to her by Zhang Cuifen, but no vouchers. Now she needed vouchers, which she could use to buy things.
"Six hundred?! It would be difficult to get all six hundred tickets."
Don't worry, I'll figure something out.
I'll keep your position; a relative of mine happens to be looking to come here.
"Okay, come over tomorrow afternoon, and I'll prepare your things."
Six hundred yuan is the market price; a female textile worker's monthly salary is only about twenty yuan.
Two hundred a year, you can break even in less than three years and earn a stable job. Those who buy it won't lose out.
Jiang Wenwan and Director Chen agreed to stroll home leisurely, watching the people coming and going on the road.
Some people were riding bicycles, some were walking, and their clothing was very characteristic of this era: black, white, gray, and blue.
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