Chapter 05 She wanted to be a salted fish and just lie at home
Song Liang patted his shoulder: "Uncle promised you with his life, you should believe it, study hard, don't tell anyone, and don't ask where my news came from. We will see the result in a month. Can't you wait?"
Then he stood up and called Song Yu Nuan and Song Mingsheng to go home.
After they left, Sun Zhiqing seemed to react. He hurried to the house and took out the things under the bed. After thinking about it, he hid it again and didn't give it to Lin Qing for now. Let's talk about it in a month.
When I got home, my grandma was not at home. She said she went to the county town.
Xia Guilan asked her daughter to have a good rest and let her brother stay at home. Song Liang took his wife and sister to work with a lot of worries.
He was the team leader. Now it was spring plowing, and he had to lead the work.
After walking a few steps, I heard the girl behind me say: [My dad is such a boring team leader. He is not popular and his family is very poor.]
Song Tliang's face turned red. I
didn't want to listen anymore and quickened my pace.
The voice still came:
[Erdaohe is so poor. The villagers are not united and the resources are scarce. It is not easy to develop. My dad might as well quit his job and do business. Then I can become a rich second generation.]
Song Yu Nuan shook her little hand. Well, I still want to find a way to quit the position of team leader.
Doing business at this time is the fastest way to accumulate wealth.
Even if you sell roasted melon seeds, you can sell a household with a salary of 10,000 yuan.
She chased after them for a few steps, ready to discuss with her parents and resign as soon as possible, but the three walked away so fast that they soon disappeared, so she had to pull her brother into the house to take a nap. The two were
half asleep, and vaguely heard someone in the yard shouting: "Xiao Nuan, Xiao Nuan... I'm your uncle."
Old Mrs. Song followed and scolded: "Keep your voice down, don't scare Xiao Nuan."
Song Yu Nuan froze for a few seconds, got up and opened the window.
Song Nian, who pushed his bicycle in, was the third son of Old Man Song. He lived in the county with his wife and son, and was a temporary worker in the county's timber factory.
The uncle was wearing a Zhongshan suit with a pen pinned on it, and his middle-parted hair was sleek and shiny. If you didn't know, you would think he was the director of the timber factory.
In fact, he was the one who carried the wood boards in the factory. He worked the hardest and the most tired, earned the least, and had to rent a house. Not only could he not give a penny to his parents, but he also had to rely on Mrs. Song to secretly subsidize him.
Otherwise, the Song family would not be so poor.
Although my uncle was selfish, he was kind-hearted. After my father committed suicide, he went to ask Lin Qinggao to spare the Song family. Lin Qinggao said that as long as he went to prison to help deal with Wang Zhuzi, she would let them go. So, my uncle went to prison. The crime was to set fire to the warehouse of the timber factory. In the end, he and Wang Zhuzi were punished together. How stupid! 】
Mrs. Song was trembling in her heart, but she pretended not to hear and kicked her youngest son who was standing there in a daze: "Why are you in a daze? Don't you have something to tell Xiao Nuan?"
Song Nian, who knew something about the inside story in advance through his parents' subtle gestures and kicks, was kicked to the ground.
Song Mingsheng stood on the windowsill and smiled with his mouth covered.
Song Nian hurriedly got up, took a deep breath, tried to stand steady, then walked to the window and said to Song Yunuan who was looking out the window: "Xiao Nuan, I have inquired, No. 2 Middle School can accept you, but the file must be transferred after the school starts in September."
The original owner was 17 years old and graduated from junior high school last year, but failed to get into the high school in the provincial capital.
Song Yunuan didn't want to study very much. 犚
This family is not bad. She wants to be a salted fish and just lie at home.
"There is another piece of news. Our county has built an electronics factory and is openly recruiting workers. If you like, I will take you to the county town to sign up."
Song Yunuan thought for a moment and said, "I will go to sign up tomorrow. Anyway, I will not start school until September."
The Song family had no objection. Now Xiao Nuan said whatever she said.
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Early the next morning, Song Nian took Song Yunuan to the county town.
Because Song Nian still had to go to work, it was only a little after six o'clock when they set out, and it would take half an hour to get to the county town. 犚
Halfway through the ride, Song Nian hurriedly shouted, "Xiao Nuan, get off."
Song Yunuan had already jumped off.
They stood at the edge of the road, which was a crossroads.
Three black cars drove from the road on the left and sped towards the county town.
Even though they saw fellow villagers on the side of the road and deliberately slowed down, the uncle and nephew still ate a mouthful of dust.
Fortunately, Song Yunuan covered her mouth in time, and then she heard Song Nian say: "Xiao Nuan, that car is from Beidu, it's amazing, I heard that you don't even need to look at the traffic lights when crossing the road."
"If it's so amazing, then why are they here?"
Song Nian pointed to the distant mountains on the left that were shrouded in the morning light, and lowered his voice: "There is the Nanshan test flight base of the Beidu Dragon Airlines Command, and there are guards there. Most people don't know about it, and you can't talk about it casually. Don't tell the villagers."
Song Yunuan looked suspiciously at her uncle who dreamed of becoming a cadre: "How did you know about such a confidential matter?"
Song Nian said proudly: "I've been there."
Song Yunuan praised: "Uncle, you're amazing."
The two continued to ride forward.
Song Nian actually felt a little guilty. He had never been there. He was assigned to deliver a desk to the base last winter, and then put it in the base's external affairs office in the county city and left.
The clerks in the office were all in uniforms, and their serious faces made people feel intimidated. How could he dare to ask around? He just heard it from his colleagues. 犚
He didn't know the car, so he made it up. Fortunately, Xiao Nuan didn't ask, otherwise he would have been exposed.
However, that road did lead to the test flight base.
Song Yu Nuan didn't believe what her uncle said, but she believed that the car was from Beidu. The one in the middle was the ZH001 Soviet-made Hunter III, which could be called the top model in the 1980s.
Even the glass was bulletproof.
Even after several decades, it is still a special customized model for big bosses.
Don't ask Song Yu Nuan how she knows. If you ask, she is not worthy of it even if she inherits hundreds of millions of inheritance. Thinking of her past life, Song Yu Nuan suddenly felt depressed.
At this time, the three cars were nowhere to be seen. 犚
Song Nian rode fast, worried that he would be fired if he was late. He didn't avoid potholes and stones. Song Yu Nuan was so bumpy that it seemed like she was playing on a trampoline.
The hurt was also blown away.
After a bumpy ride, we finally arrived at the registration office of the electronics factory in the center of the county.
Song Yu Nuan jumped off the bike and looked around curiously.
The main roads in the county are all cement roads.
There are electric poles on both sides of the street, and the wires are like spider webs hanging in the sky. It is said that this is a symbol of urban modernization.
There are very few cars, basically all bicycles. There
are also farmers driving ox carts and mule carts.
There are department stores and state-owned hotels on both sides of the street. There are even newspaper and magazine collection and stamp stores...
The breath of the 1980s hits my face.
It feels like an old photo.
At this moment, there was a long queue at the gate of the electronics factory registration office. It is very difficult to find a job now. Most factories no longer recruit workers, let alone open recruitment.
I guess people will line up before six o'clock.
Song Yu Nuan asked her uncle to go to work, and she can do it alone...