Eighties Sweetheart Wife

Song Lianggong raised his hand and said, "Thank you all, fellow villagers. Okay, let's get started now."

Lian Xiang suddenly stood up: "I remember there are a few acres of land next to the south of the river beach. Let's give it to my family. There are few people working in our family. I want to live next to my mother's house. Is that okay?"

Before Erdaohe Village was developed, it was a swampland that had been sleeping for thousands of years.

Even the land Xiang mentioned is not good, because there is still a slope of soil. If you use a tractor to plow the land, you can only plow half of it and leave half of it.

Can you disagree? Just now, some people were worried about getting that piece.

The old lady didn't say anything. If the second daughter-in-law wants to stay close to them, then let's stay close to them. It's better than being far away.

Then, the villagers in Erdaohe Village felt quite guilty.

But I don’t want to take the initiative to ask for these two pieces of land from my family, otherwise my family will beat me to death.

We can only wrong Song Liang's family.

The land distribution went smoothly, but Old Songtou was not happy. Although there were many shepherd's purses there, he could not live his whole life relying on shepherd's purses.

If people say they want it, they want it, but if they don't want it, it's just a weed.

But there was another huge happy event at home, which made him feel mixed with joy and anger, but of course, he was still more happy.

After the land was divided, he didn't even look at his son, and walked out angrily with his wife with a gloomy face.

I didn't talk to anyone on the way.

On the contrary, everyone felt guilty about Old Song, while Old Mrs. Song was angry and worried. Her heart was in a state of confusion this morning.

It was difficult to ask questions because there were so many people. When there were finally fewer people, she asked anxiously: "How is Tingting doing? Has she been interviewed?"

Seeing his wife's anxious look, Lao Songtou suddenly became interested in teasing her. He sighed with a sullen face, "Oh, forget it, I didn't get admitted."

Mrs. Song's heart felt cold, and then she fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

It's so uncomfortable.

Why didn't it work?

Xiao Nuan said the possibility is very high.

Is there anyone more powerful than Tingting, or has it been decided by others?

Mrs. Song wanted to cry. The greater her hope, the greater her disappointment.

Old Songtou said quickly: "Hurry up, don't do this on the road, and don't mention it when you get home, otherwise Tingting will cry again."

Mrs. Song thought that her daughter should not have experienced this in the first place, so it seemed normal that she was not admitted.

But...but, I still feel very uncomfortable.

So Old Mrs. Song, who was gritting her teeth, followed Old Song Tou hurriedly home without waiting for Xia Guilan and her eldest son.

Then he saw Song Ting standing in the yard with red eyes.

The weather was nice today, so Song Ting took out all the quilts in the house to dry them.

In fact, the main purpose was to dry her own quilt, because she had to take her luggage away.

Seeing her parents come in, Song Ting smiled at them.

Mrs. Song pursed her lips and wanted to say something, but she held it back.

Because in her eyes, her daughter's smile was really too forced.

Mrs. Song stood silently in the yard.

At this time, Song Yunuan came out of the house and saw her grandparents back. She was surprised and said, "Grandma, what are you doing? Hurry up and open the cabinet door where you put the new quilt. We need to dry the quilt."

This little old lady was so happy that she locked up the new quilt she was preparing for her sister-in-law's wedding, and she was the only one who had the key.

"Why do you need to dry the quilt?" Mrs. Song murmured.

"My sister-in-law has been admitted to the county's cultural troupe. She will report for registration in three days. Then she will live in a dormitory. Doesn't the quilt have to be aired?"

Old Mrs. Song's eyes suddenly widened, and huge ecstasy surged toward her like sea water. The next moment, she kicked the old guy standing there laughing.

You old man, how old are you? You have no integrity and you dare to lie to me!

Mrs. Song smiled happily, "Oh, today is such a good day."

My old daughter is eating commercial food. She is from the city or from the county cultural troupe. Oh my God, I really want to tell the whole village.

Mrs. Song immediately told her family: "No one is allowed to go out and say anything. It's okay for the family to know. Besides, it hasn't been reported yet. What if it happens? Besides, there is still a three-month inspection period."

Ah Sheng: "Then my sister-in-law is not at home all the time. How should I answer when people ask me?"

Mrs. Song: "... Just say that your brother-in-law found a job."

"What kind of job?"

"Temporary worker?"

"Which factory are you a temporary worker?"

Mrs. Song stared at the question: "You little brat, who can ask you this?"

Little Asheng was about to retort, he had many friends.

And the old ladies in the village are sometimes willing to ask about things.

At this time, Xia Guilan and Song Liang opened the courtyard door and walked in, saying, "Mom, Dad, you are leaving too fast."

Then he was pulled into the house and learned the great news.

Song Liang and Xia Guilan were naturally happy, but they also had the same idea as the old lady and wanted to keep quiet.

So, she kept her excitement in her heart and remained calm on the surface, but Mrs. Song still happily picked up the quilt, while Song Ting went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

After a while, Lian Xiang and Song He's family came again, also anxious to know about Tingting.

Song Yunuan quietly pulled Song Liang over and said seriously: "Dad, my sister-in-law still has to go through a review process."

Song Liang immediately understood that he was a member of the workers and peasants. He was extremely serious: "I swear by my faith that I, Song Liang, am an innocent and upright man!"

Song Yunuan chuckled.

We all eat lunch together.

Song Ting's noodles and Xia Guilan's fried pancakes are crispy and fragrant. When paired with pickled cabbage soup and sprinkled with dried chili peppers fried in a large iron pot, it's simply delicious.

Song Yunuan found that she had a great appetite now. In the past, she couldn't even take a bite of the pancake. She either disliked the oil or just didn't like it. She felt nauseated when she saw it. Now after finishing one pancake, she still wants to eat the second pancake.

Sure enough, the best cure for picky eating is poverty and hunger.

Song Liang had to go to distribute farm tools. After the distribution, he had to go to the commune. He went to the brigade headquarters first, and Song He went with him.

Going to deliver shepherd's purse tomorrow, Lao Songtou led everyone to Nanhedi with baskets on their backs.

There was little rain in the spring and the swales looked pretty good.

Normally it’s a time for rest, but today the roads and fields were full of people.

The feeling is that this place belongs to the collective and belongs to the individual.

In the past, when I saw weeds in the fields, I could plow them up if I wanted to, or let them grow as they pleased. Anyway, the harvest would be equally divided between them.

But it didn't work today. Aunt Liu from the west end of the village angrily shouted to Zhao Mandun who was walking through her field: "Stop, you big feet have trampled all my fields. Get out!"

Zhao Mandun, a strong young man in his twenties, was startled when he was shouted at by Aunt Liu. He did not dare to offend Aunt Liu because of her fierce temper, so he immediately turned around and walked back, only to be stopped again after a few steps. : "Stop, do you want to step on it again?"

Zhao Mandun had to keep moving forward.

"Zhao Mandun, do you want to trample all over my land? Oops, you have trampled on the land that was finally plowed. Why don't you come and plow it?"

Zhao Mandun stood there, really in a dilemma.

The onlookers laughed.

"Zhao Mandun, you'd better come out with your feet on your back, otherwise Aunt Liu won't be able to spare you!"

Song Yunuan also laughed.

These people are quite funny.

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