My 1979

"You street boy," the old man ignored his daughter and directly asked Yang Huai, "Tell me, what is your purpose?"

"Uncle, I think you have misunderstood something," Yang Huai smiled instead of getting angry, "So far, your daughter and I have known each other for less than four hours."

"Yeah, dad, how can you curse people indiscriminately?" The girl stamped her feet, "I was passing by with a delivery, and I saw him alone on the mountain road. I thought it was hot and there were no taxis. He didn't know what he was saying. When we were about to arrive, we asked him to give him a ride. I just happened to know that he had just arrived in Hong Kong and had no job. I thought it was just right. You are not in good health, so our family is short of people."

Looking at her father's face, her voice became smaller and smaller, and the rest of it was almost inaudible.

"Heh," the old man said angrily, "How dare you let a stranger get into the car casually? Do you know how dangerous a girl you are!"

"Hong Kong's public security is very good." The girl defended in a low voice.

"If public security is good, why do we need the police?" The old man gritted his teeth, "Superman was kidnapped when he said he was being kidnapped. Who do you think you are! A girl with no sense of safety at all!"

Yang Huai couldn't help but laugh when he heard others mentioning Superman Li. The Superman Li known by the public was completely different from the Superman Li he knew.

In his mind, the only person who could truly be called Superman was his uncle.

A Hong Kong person may work in his uncle's company throughout his life, then deposit his money in the bank run by his uncle, live in the house built by his uncle, and finally lie in the cemetery built by his uncle.

He worked for his uncle all his life.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I was wrong, okay? There are outsiders here, please save some face for me." The girl smiled and shook his arm, pointed at Yang Huai and said, "Look, I will give you all the people." Come on, you’ve always taught us to keep our word, so we can’t just drive people away anymore, right?”

"I'm so angry with you! Damn girl!" After the old man scolded his daughter, he stared at Yang Huai and asked, "What will you do?"

"What do you need to do here?" This was the first time in his life that he had been interviewed. He had always interviewed and selected others, but he was a little uncomfortable with being picked on suddenly.

"The workload of my chicken farm is not heavy. I get up at six o'clock every day to make artificial ingredients, feed water, remove feces, etc. I will take a rest whenever I finish." The old man pointed to the chicken coop, "If you are willing to do it, including 2,000 yuan a month for your food, drinks and accommodation!

Think about it, whether it works or not! "

The girl wanted to speak, but he stopped her immediately.

"No problem." Yang Huai didn't care at all about salary.

"Really?" Hearing Yang Huai's answer without hesitation, the old man was a little confused. He didn't expect that he would agree so readily.

"Of course," Yang Huai said with a smile, "but there is one thing. If I need to resign at any time, you have to agree."

"Of course." The old man felt a bit insulted by offering such a low salary, and his voice was not as loud as before, and suddenly became much gentler.

"Then it's a deal." Yang Huai stretched out his hand again, "It's settled, I can take up the post at any time."

"I just like you, a cheerful young man. Work hard here. I won't treat you badly. Don't underestimate my chicken farm. I have a lot to learn." The old man shook hands with Yang Huai and was happy. She patted him on the shoulder and said to her daughter, "You arrange a room for him and teach him how to do things."

"I know." The girl nodded weakly.

The old man left, and Yang Huai followed the girl boredly, smiling and saying, "You know my name now, I don't know yours yet."

"My name is Wu Bojun," the girl said, "my father's name is Wu Xian, and my brother's name is Wu Boxiong."

"Then I will call you Xiaojun from now on?" Yang Huai asked tentatively.

"Okay," the girl shrugged, "I'll call you Xiao Yang."

"Xiaojun." Yang Huai called him very formally.

"Xiao Yang."

The two young men looked at each other and smiled.

At the end corner of the chicken coop is a warehouse, with a bamboo bed in the middle. Things are piled up in disorder around it, and the beams are covered with cobwebs.

Wu Bojun was about to pack away the woven bags on the bamboo bed, but Yang Huai got there first.

"Let me do it," Yang Huai stopped her aside, "Just help me find a rag."

In my childhood memories, the thatched houses and fish pond shacks at home were worse than this. When it rained, there would be rainwater on top and mud underfoot.

It was only after I followed my grandparents to study in Hong Kong that my living environment really improved.

"I'm sorry." The girl brought in a rag, a broom, and a bucket of water, "I've made you feel wronged."

"Haha." Yang Huai said nonchalantly, "Our family used to have a hard time. The thatched houses are like the ones you saw on TV, the kind of thatched houses in the 1980s. If it rains heavily, it will become wet. , fish, eels, etc. can all rush in, so you can take the opportunity to eat a lot of big meals."

"Hey, are you still in the mood to laugh?" Wu Bojun asked in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Yang Huai was confused.

"The minimum wage in Hong Kong is 28 yuan an hour," Wu Bojun looked at him and said guiltily, "Don't you think my dad is going too far?"'

Although he came from the mainland, even working as a dishwasher would cost him more than 2,000 yuan a month.

"Haha..." Yang Huai laughed and said with a smile while washing the rag in the bucket, "I think you are very sincere."

"You can't hide this kind of thing. You will find out sooner or later. It's better to tell you in advance." She told the truth.

"As you said, although the salary is low, where else can I find such a place that includes food and accommodation?" Yang Huai asked.

"Are you really not angry?" she asked again uncertainly.

"Thank you dad for me." He wiped the bamboo bed from beginning to end twice. By the time he finished wiping the bed, the floor had been swept clean by Mr. Wu Bo. "Give me the broom and I'll dust the beams again."

"Then stand on the chair and be careful not to fall." She moved a chair for him.

It took the two of them an hour to finally tidy up the house.

During dinner in the evening, he had the opportunity to meet the Wu family. The old lady of the Wu family was dry, thin, and taciturn.

Wu Poxiong is a big fat man with a generous build, and his waist can probably support him twice.

I really think of myself as the boss, and my posture is very good.

"Xiao Yang, hang out with me from now on and I will protect you."

"Thank you, Brother Xiong." Yang Huai handed over his hand.

"I remember those days," Wu Poxiong waved his hand in an imposing manner, "I was also a dragon in Yau Ma Tei, and everyone on the street called me Brother Xiong."

In just one week, Yang Huai listened to seven or eight versions on a loop.