Eighties Sweetheart Wife

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 the news comes from. We will 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 ran to the house and took out the things under the bed. After thinking about it, he hid it again. He would not give it to Lin Qing for the time being and would talk about it in a month. When he got home, his grandparents were not at home. They said they 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 thoughts. He was the team leader. Now it was spring plowing, and he had to lead the work. After walking a few steps, he heard his daughter behind him say: [My dad is a boring team leader. He has no prestige and no popularity. The family is also very poor. ] Song Liang's face flushed a little. He didn't want to listen anymore and quickened his pace. The voice still came: [Erdaohe is so poor, the villagers are not united, and the resources are still barren, so it is not easy to develop. My dad might as well quit his job and do business, so that I can become a rich second generation. ] Song Yunuan shook her little hand, well, I still have to find a way to resign from the position of team leader. Doing business at this time can accumulate wealth the fastest. Even if you sell roasted melon seeds, you can make a million yuan. She chased a few steps and was ready to discuss with her parents to resign quickly, but the three people walked quickly and soon disappeared. She had to pull her brother into the house to prepare for lunch. The big and the small were sleeping in a daze, and vaguely heard someone shouting in the yard: "Xiao Nuan, Xiao Nuan... I am your uncle." The old lady Song followed and scolded: "Keep your voice down, don't scare Xiao Nuan." Song Yunuan froze for a few seconds, climbed up and opened the window. Song Nian, who pushed the bicycle in, was the third son of Old Man Song. He lived in the county with his wife and son. He was a temporary worker in the county timber factory. My uncle was wearing a Zhongshan suit with a fountain pen pinned on it, and his middle-parted hair was sleek and shiny. If you didn't know him, you would think he was the director of the lumber mill.

In fact, he was just a wood carrier in the factory. He worked the hardest and earned the least, and he had to rent a house. Not only could he not give a penny to his parents, but he also had to secretly subsidize them with Old Lady Song.

Otherwise, the Song family wouldn't be so poor.

[Although my uncle was selfish, he was 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 crime was setting fire to the warehouse of the lumber mill. In the end, he was dealt with together with Wang Zhuzi. How stupid! ]

Old Lady Song's heart trembled, but she pretended not to hear it. She kicked her little son who was stunned in the spot: "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 through his parents' implicit gestures and kicks, was kicked to the ground.

Song Mingsheng stood on the windowsill, covering his mouth and laughing.

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 seventeen 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.

This family is not bad, she just wanted to be a salted fish and lie at home.

"There is another news, our county has built an electronics factory, open recruitment, if you like, I will take you to the county to sign up."

Song Yunuan thought for a while: "I will sign up tomorrow, anyway, I will not enroll until September."

The Song family had no objection, now Xiao Nuan said whatever he said.

...

Early the next morning, Song Nian took Song Yunuan to the county.

Because Song Nian still had to go to work, it was only a little after six when he set off, and it took half an hour to get to the county.

When he was halfway through riding, Song Nian hurriedly shouted: "Xiao Nuan, get off."

Song Yunuan had already jumped down.

They stood at the edge of the road, which was a crossroads.

Three black cars drove from the left road and sped towards the county town.

Even though they saw fellow villagers on the roadside 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 showing off: "Xiao Nuan, that car is from Beidu, it's amazing, I heard that you don't need to look at the traffic lights 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 test flight base of the Beidu Longhang Command, and there are guards. Most people don't know, and you can't talk about it casually. Don't tell the villagers."

Song Yunuan looked at his uncle who dreamed of becoming a cadre with suspicion: "How did you know such a confidential matter?"

Song Nian said proudly: "I've been there."

Song Yunuan praised: "Uncle, you are really amazing."

The two continued to ride forward.

Song Nian actually felt a little guilty. How could he have been there? He was just assigned to deliver a desk to the base last winter, and then he left it at the base's external office in the county 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.

He didn't know the car, so he just 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 Yunuan didn't believe what her uncle said, but she believed that the car was from Beidu. The car in the middle was the ZH001, a third-generation Hunter made in Suzhou, which could be regarded as the top model in the 1980s.

Even the glass is bulletproof.

Even decades later, it will still be an exclusive customized model for the big guys.

Don't ask why Song Yunuan knew it. If you ask, she doesn't deserve it even if she inherits hundreds of millions of dollars. Thinking of her past life, Song Yunuan suddenly felt heartbroken.

At this time, the three cars had long disappeared.

Song Nian rode fast, worried about being kicked out if he was late, and did not go around the potholes and stones when he saw them. Song Yunuan seemed to be playing on a trampoline.

The sadness was also blown away.

After a bumpy journey, we finally arrived at the registration office of the electronics factory in the center of the county.

Song Yunuan jumped off the bicycle and looked around curiously.

The main roads in the county are all cement roads.

There are telephone poles on both sides of the street, and the wires hang like spider webs in the sky. It is said that this is a symbol of urban modernization.

There are very few cars, mostly bicycles.

There are also rural people driving ox carts and mule carts.

On both sides of the street are department stores, state-owned hotels, and even newspapers, periodicals, and philatelic sales departments...

The atmosphere of the 1980s hits my face.

It feels like an old photo.

At this moment, there is a long queue at the gate of the registration office of the electronics factory. It is difficult to find a job nowadays. Most factories no longer recruit workers, let alone open recruitment.

I guess there will be people queuing up before six o'clock.

Song Yunuan asked her uncle to go to work, she could do it alone...

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