70 Bai Fumei went to the countryside to hug the thighs of the wildest man

"Hello, uncle."

Xia Junqiang didn't speak, put down the things in his hand, and ignored Lu Guangming.

Although Lu Guangming was nervous, he was always clever, so he quickly caught up with Xia Junqiang: "Uncle, I will treat Xia Si well. I know you are worried about Xia Si. I have already thought about it. After marrying Xia Si, I will stay with you." Looking for a job in Beicheng, these are the money I have saved over the years..."

Xia Junqiang was indifferent to what he said before, and when he heard that he was going to stay in Beicheng, he looked back at him slightly.

Lu Guangming thought he was looking at the money, and raised his hand: "I earned these in Yangcheng, and I still have savings at home, which can ensure that Xia Si will follow me and will not be wronged in life."

There is indeed a lot of money, even though he has worked for so many years, the benefits in the factory are good, and there is no shortage of food and clothing, but it is not easy for his family to spend so much money.

Xia Junqiang said indifferently: "Is it all the money you made by buying and selling?"

Lu Guangming was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly: "But I didn't let anyone find out."

"No one found out, it was speculative." Xia Junqiang's voice rose slightly.

"Are you going to stay in Beicheng and let Sisi live a good life, or are you going to live on speculation?"

When Lu Guangming heard this, he was agitated, which meant that he had something to say, and he had to answer it to his heart.

It's not hard to guess what Xia Junqiang means. He is very resistant to speculative speculation. If he is still going to do this, he may come back where he came from.

Lu Guangming quickly shook his head: "No, I don't do this anymore, I want to work in sister Nian's shop, I asked, the salary for a worker in her shop is 70 yuan plus a commission, the sale is good There is a reward."

"You mean Ruan Niannian?" Xia Junqiang frowned slightly.

Observing his expression, Lu Guangming wondered if he had said something wrong: "It's Ruan Niannian."

"You said that in her shop, the employees are paid 70 yuan a month?" It is the old employees in their factory, the seventh-level workers, and the eighth-level workers who have just received this salary. They have spent most of their lives in the factory. .

Ruan Niannian opened a small shop with such a high salary.

Lu Guangming nodded: "I think her business is doing well, and I specifically inquired about it. The 70 yuan is actually a basic salary. If the sale is good, there is also a commission. Last month, the workers in her shop paid about 90 yuan. "

Xia Junqiang was surprised.

Ye Xu was not indifferent to Lu Guangming, but when it came to Ruan Niannian's store, she also interjected: "Her store is doing very well. When I go to work, many of my colleagues wear clothes bought by her. .”

"The price is not cheap. Besides, didn't she rent the house in your factory? If the business is not good, why would she rent a house?"

Xia Junqiang was a little at a loss, whether there was something he didn't pay attention to.

"Sister Nian is not speculating. She has obtained a certificate, which is allowed by the state. I used to resell things in the countryside. Sister Nian said that if there is a need, there will be a market. The things I sell can also help some people. Do a good job."

Xia Junqiang glanced at him: "Is it right for you to co-author?"

Lu Guangming shut up knowingly.

Shut up and worried: "That's all before, if you agree with me and Sisi, I won't do such dangerous things in the future."

"Uncle, aunt, I really like Sisi. I know there is a big gap between us. She is a cloud in the sky, and I am mud on the ground. I went to Yangcheng before to earn more money and to be worthy of her." ..."

Lu Guangming's words first made Xia Si on the side shed tears.

Seeing her sister crying, Xia Si's younger brother shouted at Xia Junqiang with a biscuit in his hand: "Father, I agree, my sister will marry Brother Guangming!"

Brother Guangming brought him a lot of food.

Xia Junqiang frowned: "When adults talk, children don't interrupt."

"Father, the men you introduced to my sister are not good. They are not as good as brother Guangming. They don't give me food. They are stingy and want to take advantage. Moreover, some people don't live as well as our family. They married my sister. You still have to take care of Miss Ji."

"Brother Guangming doesn't have a serious job, but he is rich, and Brother Guangming is kind to my sister. When he came, he bought a lot of clothes for my sister."

Xia Junqiang was overthrown by his son, and he glared at him: "A little bit of food and a little bit of clothes will fool you two."

"You didn't take the little food and clothes you found for your sister before, and you bullied my sister. Our family can afford the food, but this is from your heart. Dad, you are old, you don't understand."

Xia Si's younger brother said that he shook his head seriously at the end.

Xia Jun looked at Ye Xu angrily: "Take care of him."

Ye Xu stopped his younger son's words, but after thinking about what his son said in his mind, it seemed that what his son said also made sense.

Ruan Niannian took Shaqima home, but Jiang Ran and Lu Guangming didn't come back yet, and gave Shaqima a piece for each of the children.

"Nian Nian, I have your letter today."

Tang Lin came over with an envelope, Ruan Niannian took a look, it was from Dahe Village, or her mother-in-law sent it. The moment she saw the letter, she thought of the old lady first, and couldn't help but mention it in her heart. When she opened the letter, I was relieved.

What the letter said was not about the old lady, but that there were rumors in the village that Song Ciming was going back to the city.

There was also a piece of gossip in the letter, which said that Lin Jingxin and Song Ciming got mixed up again, and they brought Lin Jingxin's ex-husband's son with them. Aunt Wang saw the two of them rolling together. Bracketed (Aunt Wang told you to pass it on.)

When Ruan Niannian saw this gossip, she could imagine Second Aunt Wang's gossip, wanted to laugh but was speechless, how could she get mixed up with Song Ciming again, if she was Party Secretary Lin, she would definitely be mad.

Ruan Niannian didn't care about the news that Song Ciming was going back to the city. The other educated youths had been returning to the city for several years. If Song Ciming could come back, they were almost all the last educated youths sent to the countryside.

Even if she goes back to the city, it won't affect her. She has money and leisure now, and she will graduate as soon as school starts, and Song Ciming has to start all over again. It's okay not to trouble her, but if she troubles her, then she won't Make it easy for him.

At the same time, several people in shabby clothes came out of the train station.

The sunlight outside was dazzling. Standing at the exit, Song Ciming looked up at the sky, and suddenly tears flowed down his face.

Lin Jingxin hugged the child and looked at the train station where people were coming and going, feeling even more dazed. This was her first time in Beicheng, and she suddenly felt small and a little scared, so she subconsciously grabbed Song Ciming's hand. wrist.

"What are you doing blocking the road! Let's go, I want to be beaten."

"Really, beggar, let's go."

Someone even pushed Song Ciming's back, Song Ciming staggered, and several people were forced to move forward.

When you come out to the square, people's eyes will subconsciously chase after the attractive things. Lin Jingxin looked at the store with a wide variety of clothes hanging there, looked at the sign above, and couldn't help but read out: "Never forget."

After reading, he froze, and looked at Song Ciming: "The village said that Ruan Niannian opened a shop in Beicheng, so it must be this."

Song Ciming had never seen a shop of this style in Beicheng, and the inside was so pleasant that he was inexplicably flustered, and muttered to himself: "It's definitely not, she must open a food stall similar to Jiang Juan's, self-employed, no Earning money and being looked down upon by others is something that desperate people do—”