Song Liang patted his shoulder and said, "You should believe me if I guarantee you with my life. Study hard and don't tell anyone. Don't ask where I got the information. We'll know 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 for a while, he hid it again. He decided not to give it to Lin Qing for the time being and would wait a month.
When I got home, my grandparents were not at home. They said they had gone to the county town.
Xia Guilan asked her daughter to have a good rest and her brother to stay at home with her. Song Liang, with a lot on his mind, took his wife and sister to work.
He is the team leader, and now it is spring plowing time, so he has to lead the work.
After walking a few steps, I heard my daughter behind me say: "My dad is such a boring captain. He has no prestige and no popularity. Our family is also very poor."
Song Liang's face turned red when he was told this.
I didn't want to listen anymore, so I quickened my pace.
The voice still came:
[Erdaohe is so poor, the villagers are not united, and the resources are scarce, so it is difficult to develop. My dad might as well quit his job and do business, so that I can become a rich second-generation.]
Song Yu Nuan clenched her hands and said, "Well, I'd better find a way to resign from the position of captain."
If you do business at this time, you can accumulate wealth the fastest.
Even if you sell roasted melon seeds, you can make a million yuan.
She chased after them for a few steps, ready to discuss with her parents and resign quickly, but the three men walked away so quickly that she soon disappeared. She had no choice but to pull her brother into the house to prepare for a nap.
The two were half asleep, and vaguely heard someone calling in the yard: "Xiao Nuan, Xiao Nuan... I'm your uncle."
Old Lady Song followed behind and scolded: "Keep your voice down, don't scare Xiao Nuan."
Song Yu Nuan froze for a few seconds, then got up and opened the window.
Song Nian, who pushed a bicycle in, is the third son of Old Man Song. He lives in the county town with his wife and son, and is a temporary worker in the county timber factory.
My uncle was wearing a Zhongshan suit with a pen pinned on it, and his middle-parted hair was sleek and greasy. If you didn't know him, you would have thought he was the director of a sawmill.
In fact, he was just the guy who carried wooden boards in the factory. He worked the hardest and most tiring job, earned the least, and had to rent a house. Not only could he not support his parents with a penny, but he also had to secretly help them with money from Old Mrs. Song.
Otherwise, the Song family wouldn't be so poor.
[Although my uncle is selfish, he is kind-hearted. After my father committed suicide, he went to ask Lin Qing to spare the Song family. Lin Qing 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 charge was that he set fire to the warehouse of the lumber factory. In the end, he was punished together with Wang Zhuzi. How stupid!]
Old Mrs. Song's heart was trembling, 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 say to Xiao Nuan?"
Song Nian, who knew some inside information in advance from his parents' subtle gestures and kicks, was kicked into a corner.
Song Mingsheng stood on the windowsill and smiled with his hands covering his mouth.
Song Nian hurriedly got up, took a deep breath, and tried to stand firmly. Then he walked to the window and said to Song Yunuan who was looking out the window, "Xiao Nuan, I have found out that No. 2 Middle School can accept you, but you have to wait until after school starts in September, and your file must be transferred."
The original owner was seventeen years old and graduated from junior high school last year, but failed to get into high school in the provincial capital.
Song Yu Nuan didn't really want to study.
This family is pretty nice, she wants to just lie down at home and be a salted fish.
"There is another piece of news. Our county has built an electronics factory and is openly recruiting workers. If you are interested, I will take you to the county town to sign up."
Song Yu Nuan thought for a moment and said, "I'll go register tomorrow. I won't start school until September anyway."
The Song family had no objection, and now whatever Xiao Nuan said was the final word.
Early the next morning, Song Nian took Song Yu Nuan to the county town.
Because Song Nian still had to go to work, it was just after six o'clock when he set out, and it took half an hour to reach the county town.
When they were halfway through riding, Song Nian hurriedly called out, "Xiao Nuan, get off."
Song Yu Nuan had already jumped down.
They stood at the very edge of the road, a crossroads.
Three black cars came from the road on the left and sped towards the county town.
Even though they saw fellow villagers on the roadside and deliberately slowed down, the uncle and nephew still had mouthfuls of dust.
Fortunately, Song Yunuan covered her mouth in time, and then she heard Song Nian showing off: "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 driving on the road."
"So awesome, 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 Flight Test Base of the Beidu Longhang Command, and there are guards there. Most people don't know about it, and they can't discuss it casually. Don't tell the villagers."
Song Yu Nuan 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 have been there before."
Song Yu Nuan praised: "Uncle, you are really amazing."
The two continued riding forward.
Song Nian actually felt a little guilty. How could he have been there? He was just assigned to deliver desks to the base last winter, and then he put them in the base's external office in the county and left.
The clerks in the office were all in uniform and had serious faces, which made me feel intimidated. I didn't dare to ask around, as I had only heard this from my colleagues.
He didn't know the car, so he just made it up. Fortunately, Xiao Nuan didn't ask any further questions, otherwise he would have been exposed.
However, that road does 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, and the one in the middle was zh001, a Soviet-made Hunter III, which could be considered top-notch in the 1980s.
Even the glass is bulletproof.
Even decades later, it is still a customized model exclusively for the big guys.
Don't ask Song Yu Nuan why she knew this. The answer is that even if she inherited hundreds of millions of dollars in inheritance, she is not worthy of it. Thinking of her past life, Song Yu Nuan suddenly felt depressed.
At this time, the three cars had long disappeared.
Song Nian rode fast, worried about being fired for being late. He didn't even go around the potholes and stones, and Song Yu Nuan was bumping around like she was on a trampoline.
Sadness was also blown away.
After a bumpy ride, we finally arrived at the registration office of the electronics factory located in the center of the county town.
Song Yu Nuan jumped off the bicycle 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 a spider web hanging in the sky. It is said that this is a symbol of the city's modernization.
There are very few cars, mostly bicycles.
There were also rural people driving ox carts and mule carts.
On both sides of the street are department stores, state-owned restaurants, and even newspaper and philatelic stores...
The breath of the eighties is blowing in the air.
It feels like an old photo.
At this moment, there was a very long queue at the gate of the registration office of the electronics factory. It is very difficult to find a job nowadays. Most factories no longer recruit workers, let alone recruit openly.
I guess people would start queuing up before six o'clock.
Song Yu Nuan asked her uncle to go to work, and she could do it alone..