The troublemaker locked in the small dark room:... Humph, you have been kicked out of the house by your in-laws, and you still have the mind to eat other people's melons?
"Xiao Ni, do you really want to go back to your parents' home?"
Widow Liu felt a little sympathetic. She had just lived a good life in the city for a few years, but now she had to go back home in despair with her daughter, pregnant.
My parents may feel bad, but will my sisters-in-law be happy?
"Um!"
Of course she had to go back. Gu Qingcheng had already received a note from Director Feng, and she needed to go back to her parents' home to handle the procedures for transferring her household registration.
Due to the requirements of the times, when the original owner, Gu Xiaoni, got married, her household registration was left in her mother's production team.
Now that Gu Qingcheng has obtained a job quota at the machinery factory, he is going to move his household registration there.
These days, if you want to eat commercial grain, there are two ways:
The first is to become a formal employee of the factory through recruitment;
Second, you can buy a house in the city and register your household registration in the house.
The former is a collective household registration, and the latter is an individual household registration.
Just like some of the employees in the machinery factory, some of them come from rural areas.
The factory was recruiting workers, and when they came to the city, they could apply for single dormitories.
Once you have accumulated enough years of work and grades, you can apply for housing allocation, or apply for your family members to be transferred from rural to non-rural status!
As a "specially recruited" employee of the machinery factory, it is very difficult for Gu Qingcheng to have a formal position.
Want to split the room?
Haha, just hold on.
However, with a collective household registration at the factory, you can eat commercial grain.
So Gu Qingcheng still had to go back to her hometown to handle the formalities.
"Oh, kid, why can't you make sense?"
"...But what you said makes sense. Jianguo is a good kid, but his parents—"
Speaking of this, Widow Liu couldn't help but shook her head.
Gu Qingcheng didn't say anything.
Outsiders can talk about the parents-in-law, but Gu Qingcheng, as a cheap daughter-in-law, cannot.
Even if this pair of in-laws have become a thing of the past.
She lowered her head and said nothing, but subconsciously glanced at the surrounding environment out of the corner of her eye.
Widow Liu's husband's surname is Bai, and the current head of the household is Widow Liu's daughter Bai Si Ni.
The Bai family’s house is neither big nor small.
The furnishings in the main hall are similar to those in the Qiao family's.
They all have central halls, long tables, and octagonal tables.
There is a wooden bed against the west wall.
The bedding was folded into a square, with a pillow on top, and the pillow was covered with a pillowcase embroidered with red plum blossoms.
The bed was made cleanly.
When guests come during the day and there are not enough stools, they will sit on the beds.
At night, you can spread out the bedding and sleep.
Gu Qingcheng took a quick glance and roughly guessed that this bed should belong to Widow Liu.
Bai Sini and Gu Changhe were in the inner room.
"Okay, now that you've made up your mind, I won't try to persuade you any further!"
"It's getting late, Qiao'er is sleepy, you two should stay here with me for the night!"
Widow Liu said as she stood up and took out another pillow from the cabinet. "I've washed the pillowcase, it's not dirty!"
The pillow belongs to my wife. Nowadays, we don’t prepare new bedding just for guests.
Old things can still be used after being cleaned!
"Aunt, look at what you said! You're so kind to keep Qiao'er and me here. I'm so grateful. How could I despise you?"
Gu Qingcheng said sincerely.
When Widow Liu saw that she was not pretending, she felt even more sorry for this girl!
What a sensible child! Alas, the old couple in the Qiao family can act as much as they want.
Widow Liu was making the bed when Bai Sini came in from outside with the child.
Perhaps when he passed by the front yard, he had already heard the neighbors talking about the latest news of the Qiao family.
After entering the room, seeing Gu Qingcheng and Qiao Qiao, Bai Sini didn't ask much, but just greeted her politely.
Gu Qingcheng looked at Bai Sini. She was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with slightly dark skin and normal facial features.
Well, if we use the system's scoring model, Bai Sini's appearance should be around 65 points.
Not ugly, not pretty, just an ordinary person.
As the daughter of a married son-in-law, Bai Sini took over her father's job and worked in the guesthouse under the machinery factory.
After working for seven or eight years, I have been rated as a second-level worker and earn 37 yuan a month.
The guesthouse also provides some benefits, and she can support a family of four by herself.
However, Gu Changhe is a grown man after all, and it is impossible for him to be a househusband at home.
One of the conditions for marrying into the family was that the Bai family help Gu Changhe find a job.
Bai Sini took out most of her family savings and got Gu Changhe a temporary job in the cafeteria.
The salary is lower and there are no benefits like regular employees.
But at least it's a serious job.
If you do well, you can get a regular job.
For rural people of this era, it is already a step to heaven!
Therefore, although he was a son-in-law who lived with the family, everyone in Gujia Village, young and old, was very envious of him.
When Gu Changhe returns to the village, he will also receive all kinds of envious and jealous looks.
Especially since he successfully arranged a marriage for Gu Xiaoni and married her off to a man in the city, Gu Changhe became even more respected in his hometown.
P.S.: This part about settling down is what I heard from some elders. I haven’t done any research and don’t know if it’s true. You guys can just watch it for fun. (*^▽^*)
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