While eating, An Hua suddenly said, "I want to find a job."
Xiao Zheng paused for a moment while picking up the food and asked, "What's wrong? Is there not enough money at home?"
An Hua shook her head. "No, it's enough to spend."
Xiao Zheng is at the deputy division level, and his salary is 200 yuan for the 11th administrative level. His 16-year military service allowance is 20% of his salary, which is 40 yuan. In total, it is 240 yuan.
He used to spend 30 yuan a month to support his comrades, send 20 yuan back to his hometown, and send 100 yuan to the original owner in the provincial capital. The rest of the money, except for food expenses and cigarettes, was kept in a passbook.
There was a huge sum of more than three thousand dollars in the passbook given to An Hua.
The original owner was a moonlighter and had no savings, but before leaving, Qiu Shushen gave An Hua 1,000 yuan as a deposit. After he came back, Xiao Zheng handed the passbook to her, and from then on, all his salary would be received by her, so he would never be short of money.
"Although I have enough money to spend, I have to find something to do. It's boring to stay at home all day."
There is not much entertainment in this era.
The women in the family compound, after finishing their housework, would gather together to chat and gossip.
Xiao Zheng nodded.
That’s true.
"You are a college student, so it will be easy for you to find a job. You are more than qualified to be a music teacher in a middle school in this county. I will arrange it for you later."
But An Hua didn't want to, "I don't want to be a teacher, is there any other job?"
Xiao Zheng was surprised, "Why?" This teacher's work is very respected.
An Hua would never say that it was because of the movement that started two years later that teachers became the stinking ninth class.
She said: "I don't think I'm suitable for teaching. Any other job is fine, it doesn't have to be this major."
An Hua is different from the original owner. Although she also studies violin professionally, she does not do it out of love, but is forced by her father.
In pursuit of so-called elegance, her middle-class father had forced her into the art world since she was a child, hoping that she would bring honor to the family. Unfortunately, she had limited talent in this area and had a hard time. Therefore, her father's indifference towards her was also mixed with disappointment.
After traveling through time, An Hua would no longer be obsessed with pursuing a career in music.
Xiao Zheng looked at her deeply.
"We'll have to wait and see. There aren't many jobs in the county, and many family members are waiting in line at the camp."
An Hua nodded, "It's okay, I can wait, there's no rush. If I have classes to attend, I'll just send Dong Dong to kindergarten."
When Dongdong heard his name, he raised his head and looked at his mother.
An Hua asked him, "Do you want to go to kindergarten?"
Dong Dong shook his head without hesitation, "No."
An Hua: "Why? There are many children in the kindergarten, you can play with them."
Dongdong said in a sweet voice, "I like playing with my mother."
An Hua laughed and teased him, "You are still a mama's boy."
Xiao Zheng asked: "What is a mama's boy?"
An Huayu: "A boy who talks about mom all the time and can't live without his mom is a mama's boy."
Dong Dong smiled and said, "I am a mama's boy~ I will never leave my mother~"
An Hua's heart almost melted, she thought her son was so adorable.
Xiao Zheng's face was very serious.
He always felt that Dongdong was too pampered, like a girl.
"You are a man, you can't be so short-sighted, understand?" After a pause, Xiao Zheng said, "When I have time, I will take you to ride a horse and shoot a gun."
An Hua recalled the experience when her son was three years old and was taken by Xiao Zheng to shoot a gun. She said hurriedly, "No, how can such a young child touch a weapon of mass destruction? He is not allowed to touch a gun before he is one year old."
"Weapons of mass destruction?" Xiao Zheng touched his nose. It's just a gun, why use such professional words? And the child is not allowed to play by himself, he is in charge.
When he was three years old, I took him to shoot guns and he was very excited.
Xiao Zheng believes that his sons are spoiled by their mothers.
Thinking of this, Xiao Zheng decided to stick to his own educational concept and use his father's method to change his son's character.
So he put on a stern expression, trying to scare An Hua and make her listen to him.
An Hua was not afraid at all. Her eyes were clear and her voice was soft and gentle: "Just listen to me, okay?"
Xiao Zheng opened and closed his mouth twice, and nodded almost as if possessed by a ghost, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Xiao Zheng was still confused until he walked into the office.
Grandma.
Why did you listen to her?
There was a knock on the office door.
Li Hansong walked in. "Deputy Commander Xiao, this is the training plan for next month. See if there is anything that needs to be changed."
Xiao Zheng took it and looked at it carefully.
I looked at it for a long time.
Li Hansong glanced at his frowning brows and expressionless dark face, and his heart skipped a beat.
Any questions?
Even though Li Hansong and Xiao Zheng have been friends for a long time and they are always laughing and joking, Xiao Zheng will not care about feelings or friendship when it comes to working.
Including Li Hansong, no one in the division could relax in front of Xiao Zheng.
After a long while, Xiao Zheng nodded, "That's it."
Li Hansong breathed a sigh of relief, walked out, and carefully closed the door.
Xiao Zheng was even more puzzled.
He is not sick, but still looks so scary. Even Li Hansong is afraid of him.
How come An Hua isn't afraid of him at all? On the contrary, he would involuntarily be afraid of making An Hua unhappy in front of her.
She is obviously a delicate and soft young wife, and two of them together can't even lift a finger of his!
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