Eighties Sweetheart Wife

After Song He went back, he told Lian Xiang what time to get up early tomorrow, and the two of them quickly lay down to sleep.

Lianxiang fell asleep quickly.

Song He tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

He was considering what his mother said. He was now a substitute private teacher, and his private school was at the lowest level with no salary. He would be given food at the end of the year and a monthly subsidy of three yuan.

If he wanted to get ahead, he had to become a public teacher.

After being transferred to public teachers, the next higher up the ladder is the group leader of the teaching and research group, then the director of the teaching office, and even the principal...

Song He was desperate.

There are simply huge mountains.

Song He fell asleep thinking about it.

Song Liang wants to fulfill his daughter Xiaonuan's wish to become a rich second generation.

However, it feels far away.

His family has no savings, his wife doesn’t have a penny in her hand, and my mother seems to have more than twenty yuan in her hand. It is said to be the coffin book with my father. Who dares to touch it?

The main thing is that he doesn't know how to do business.

Alas, forget it for now, let’s finish digging the shepherd’s purse.

I thought I couldn't sleep, but I slept soundly.

As soon as it started to dawn, the Song family all got up.

Song Yunuan said last night that she would go with him.

Thinking that Xiao Nuan and Asheng are the only ones left at home, I don't feel at ease.

After all, these are extraordinary times.

Just go.

Song Yunuan feels that she is feeling better now.

Go to bed early and wake up early.

Sleeping is sleeping, and you don’t play with your phone before falling asleep.

Even when I wake up at four o'clock, I still feel in good spirits.

I didn’t even cook, I just got dressed and set off straight away.

On the way, I met Song He’s family of four who were waiting.

In rural areas, children as young as six or seven can cut pig grass and raise geese.

So, Lao Songtou led him to the river beach in the west of the village, carrying a basket on his back.

Sure enough, there were large tracts of shepherd's purse there, some just emerging, and some growing juicy.

The air is so nice in the morning.

Song Yunuan had never experienced the joy of digging wild vegetables, but the joy of picking up wild vegetables was unexpected.

This big piece of the boss's property is ownerless and belongs to whoever digs it. So why are you hesitating? Just dig it quickly. You can exchange it for money.

And the speed is even faster, so no one in the village knows about it.

Therefore, all of them are doing farm work. Compared with digging wild vegetables and farming, it is like playing house.

This area was quickly dug and filled with everything we brought.

Lao Songtou washed his hands and said: "Go back quickly, there will be too many people in a while, it will be difficult to explain one by one."

Song Yunuan found that even little Asheng was very capable, and the small basket she brought was also filled.

He dug it out of wood chips his grandfather made for him.

Song Ting hummed embroidering the gold plaque in her heart.

Xiao Nuan said that in fact, you can choose any song for the interview and sing what you are good at, but Xiao Nuan suggested that you should sing Embroidered Gold Plaque.

She listened to Xiao Nuan.

Song Ting looked at Xiao Nuan, who was holding Ah Sheng in front of her, and her eyes were a little hot. This girl, in the future that Xiao Nuan predicted, she and Xiao Nuan actually depended on each other.

I want to cry!

Song Ting shook her head vigorously, not thinking about the future. Xiao Nuan was not an ordinary little girl. With her here, none of this would have happened.

Besides, her Xiao Nuan is so awesome.

He even dared to go to the art troupe to sign her up.

Also, can she really choose?

Song Ting was still uneasy.

Fortunately, I didn't meet anyone in the village on the way home.

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, Song He thought his wife was going to take it back and wash it and settle the accounts alone.

No matter how you say it, this is a separation.

Unexpectedly, Lian Xiang disagreed and discussed with Mrs. Song whether they could work together. When the time came, just give them some money.

Mrs. Song looked her second daughter-in-law up and down. Is this another sun rising from the west?

"Aren't you afraid of suffering a loss?"

"Mom, we are a family. If you want to suffer a loss, I will listen to you. You can arrange whatever you want."

Mrs. Song raised her eyebrows: "Is it okay if I don't give you a penny?"

Lian Xiang clenched her hands and gritted her teeth: "It's okay if I don't give it."

Then he pulled Mrs. Song and said affectionately: "Mom, I know you are joking with me. How could you not give me a cent? Even if you don't give me, you can still buy a piece of candy for Xiaogang and Xiaoru."

Mrs. Song snorted.

Not much else was said.

Mainly because she, the second daughter-in-law, is really capable.

What's more, the old Song family must now unite with the outside world and refuse internal strife.

So, everyone who cheered went to Song Liang's house.

She found a place where no one could see her and started picking vegetables and cleaning them. Song Yunuan also had to work with her. Old Mrs. Song felt a little distressed when she saw her eldest granddaughter's white hands. Alas, the Song family was having a hard time. No wonder Siqi had a headache. Leave without returning.

Mrs. Song asked Song Yunuan to go to the kitchen to cook with Song Ting.

There is strength in numbers.

Even Asheng was sitting on the bench picking grass leaves.

Quickly, the shepherd's purse was washed and put into a wicker basket to control the water.

But it shouldn’t be too dry, otherwise it will look sluggish.

I estimated it to be about five hundred kilograms.

This is the result of the early morning work of eleven members of the Song family.

Song Yunuan saw that several people's hands were red and chapped.

But none of them cared.

It seems that he is also very rough on weekdays.

I made shepherd's purse and egg soup in the morning. The shepherd's purse was picked yesterday and was a little wilted, so I made it into a soup.

Song Ting is also good at cooking. It is said that she can cook when she is ten years old.

I distributed cornmeal last night and posted corn tortillas.

Song Ting had a ball of cornmeal in her hand and placed it on the iron pot accurately.

Posted in a big circle.

Song Yunuan felt so magical.

"Sister-in-law, you are so awesome."

Song Ting laughed while humming.

"By the way, sister-in-law, don't go farming. Practice another song at home as a backup."

Song Ting's eyes sparkled: "Then what should I sing?"

Song Yunuan thought for a while: "This is my motherland."

"Okay, I'm most familiar with this. Before the loudspeaker at the brigade headquarters broke down, I played it almost every day."

Song Yunuan wondered whether to repair the loudspeaker at the brigade headquarters.

The two songs my sister-in-law sang were indeed the ones she was most familiar with.

From a professional point of view, there may still be some shortcomings.

But there is room for improvement only if you are not perfect.

The wild vegetables over there are packed, and the food here is also out of the pot.

Ah Sheng leaned on Song Yunuan's back and showed his sister his clean hands. Song Yunuan saw that there was no mud in the fingernails and then let him eat.

Song Yunuan went to see Xiaogang and Xiaoru again. They raised their hands and laughed.

Mrs. Song looked at the children with a smile in her eyes.

Even if the adults have encountered something unexpected, I hope these little ones can be like their brothers and sisters.

Ah, I can’t think about it anymore.

It won't be gone anyway.

Mrs. Song went next door after eating.

With a sad face, she took Aunt Sun to discuss the matter.

"Sister Li, I've been worried to death these days. Why am I so unlucky? My boss... let's forget about him. Sister, you have a lot of experience. I want to discuss something with you. Please help me advise. Can the counselor take a look?"

The frowning Old Mrs. Song aroused Aunt Sun's sympathy.