An'an squirmed for ages but still wouldn't sleep, so Song Qing sighed, picked her up, and patted her bottom hard. "Little rascal, don't get sleepy later."
"Let's go take a look at the house that Battalion Commander Wang's family doesn't want anymore."
Lu Yang was stunned, and asked cautiously, "Should we switch with him?"
"Director Zhang also oversees the family-run factory. Do you think she might offer us a job to resolve this issue?"
Zhou Lian has offended Director Zhang, so if there were any benefits, they would definitely prefer to give them to her family.
It's so hard to find a job these days. She sold her previous job for over 800 yuan, and she's waiting for her mother to send her that money.
They originally planned to use the money from selling their jobs to buy jobs here, but now it depends on what conditions Director Zhang is willing to offer.
Anyway, she wouldn't agree to anything other than work; at worst, she'd just have to fight Zhou Lian for it back.
They are in the right!
The older district has more houses, which have been built for many years, and the atmosphere of daily life is stronger than in the newer district.
Near the river separating the new district are apartment buildings, with small houses for cadres in the middle, each with a two-story independent courtyard, and behind the rows of cadre houses is a large mountain.
Those rows of houses are nestled between the small building and the mountains, with old bungalows on both sides.
This land used to belong to the nearby commune, but it was later assigned to the military region. After the military region built those buildings, it never had the time to tear down and rebuild these civilian houses. In recent years, there have been many military personnel, so they simply repaired those houses and then distributed them.
The apartment Wang Minggui was allocated was located at the very end of the row of residential houses, so it's understandable that Zhou Lian was unwilling.
As Song Qing followed Lu Yang all the way, passing through high-rise buildings, bungalows, and even small cadre houses before seeing these tiled houses, the contrast was indeed striking.
Looking at these houses, it's like returning to Song Hai's hometown, a slightly wealthy village. Song Qing had visited a few times when he was a child, and the wealthier people lived in houses with blue bricks and tiles.
These houses were already quite old, and after being vacant for many years, they looked even more dilapidated. At mealtimes, thick smoke billowed from the chimneys, making it look just like a village.
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