Rebirth at Seventy: Counterattack on Life

Old Mrs. Sun was worried about money and was afraid that her son would really listen to her daughter-in-law and move out, so she could only grit her teeth and nod in agreement, thinking that it would be fine if her daughter-in-law could help with some work.

As a result, my daughter-in-law found a job as a temporary worker within a few days. Not to mention working, she even didn't help with the job, and she didn't get a cent more in salary. Mrs. Sun was so angry that she had a toothache.

She had no choice but to listen to her daughter-in-law and her son had no choice.

"Mom, my second brother has gone to work, and our family has more income every month. Why are you so picky? This steamed bun is not as big as Xiaoliu's fist. There are two for each person, and that's not enough. Between the teeth.”

The third child of the Sun family ate two buns, felt his stomach which was not full at all, licked his mouth and said.

This young man, let alone two braised buns, would not be full even if he added another bowl of rice.

According to this way of eating, not to mention the dozen yuan a month that the second-hand temporary worker earned, even the three working people in his family spent all the money to buy food, which was not enough for them to build.

Can it be done without controlling the point?

"You still want to eat? If you don't want to eat, I will."

Lao San smacked his lips and looked at Xiao Liu who was losing his temper and asked.

"Who says I won't eat? I will."

Xiaoliu was originally angry and refused to eat the unpalatable steamed buns, but when he heard his third brother ask, he quickly took his two steamed buns in his hands.

If you don't hold it, it might get into someone's stomach soon.

"Mom is just biased. Dad, my eldest brother and my second brother can all eat in the canteen at work, but we are the only ones at home who have to eat steamed buns all day long."

Sun Laosi whispered to Lao Wu quietly.

"No, mom is just partial. The third brother said that mom bought jobs for both the eldest brother and the second brother, but now he says he has no money.

I estimate that when we get here, there will be even less. "

Sun Laowu also whispered to Lao Si.

"What should we do? Our mother is unreliable, and she still has to coax my father and grandma."

The fourth child gave the fifth child a look, and the two of them ate the steamed buns, slapped their butts, and went to the old man and the old lady in a hurry.

Zhou Jinxin ignored the rumors spread by Aunt Sun.

She is learning how to use a typewriter from a comrade who comes to Duanli to teach technology.

This typewriter is in English, so you have to learn the English letters before you can use it. These letters are similar to our pinyin, so it's not difficult.

There is an adjustable handle on the back of this machine. Adjust the first paragraph to the middle position you want for typing...

The gay man who came to teach me how to use the typewriter was a gay man in his 40s. He was about the same age as Mr. Zhou, but he looked much younger than her father.

Zhou Jinxin listened to him, nodding from time to time to show that he was listening, but in fact, his thoughts were already wandering.

"Comrade Xiao Zhou, do you remember everything?"

The gay man who came to teach the technique asked in surprise when he saw Zhou Jinxin nodding his head.

"Well, remember."

Zhou Jinxin did not hesitate.

Of course, she already knew how to do it.

But in order to avoid being asked questions, I can only pretend to learn.

"Okay, you come and do it."

The old master was a little doubtful of her words.

Young comrades are just impatient and unwilling to study seriously.

This operation is not something that can be done on paper. How can it be so easy?

"It doesn't matter if you start a little slow. Once you get used to it, it will become faster."

When the old master saw Zhou Jinxin sitting in front of the typewriter, touching the keyboard with her hands, he thought she didn't know how to use it, so he comforted her.

Before he finished speaking, there was only a crackling keyboard sound, and lines of words appeared on the paper.

The old master looked at Zhou Jinxin's fingers in surprise, as if he were playing a piano, and felt a sense of surprise in his heart.

This typing speed should be comparable to him, right?

Does this still need his teaching?

Look at the words on the paper again, they are letters one by one.

This little comrade probably doesn't know English, so what he types out are single letters.

At the same time, Zhou Jinxin also looked at the words he typed.

She was a little surprised by the English typewriter.

Could it be that their small county now has connections with foreign countries?Otherwise, why would you use an English typewriter?

The old master left here shocked that Zhou Jinxin accepted new knowledge too quickly.

"Is this the end of teaching? Didn't it mean three days?"

Secretary Xiao Wang looked at the old master who was leaving, and then at Zhou Jinxin who spread his hands to express that he was not sure, his eyes full of question marks.

"You learned it so quickly? Just in time, type this out for me."

Director Xiao Song took out an English article copied from somewhere and asked Zhou Jin to type it up.

Zhou Jinxin didn't ask because she understood.

Their country cooperated with foreign countries to build a railway.

It was jointly built by China, Tanzania and Zambia.

The total length is 1860.5 kilometers.It is a major transportation artery running through East Africa and Central and South Africa.

It is undoubtedly very difficult and expensive to build such a railway in this era.

The entire project is huge, technically complex, and the construction conditions are extremely difficult.

In this day and age, the country is not yet wealthy, and many Chinese people cannot understand that it spends so much financial, material, and even manpower to help foreigners.

The opposition is also huge.

So it's probably not easy to accomplish this.

The sound of typing was heard. Zhou Jinxin looked at the manuscript and his fingers were flying on the keyboard without any pause. In just three to five minutes, a brand new manuscript appeared in front of Director Xiao Song.

He picked it up and looked at it carefully. The handwriting was clear and there was no ghosting at all. He read it once and found no typos or sentence segmentation errors.

"Do you speak English?"

Director Xiao Song immediately discovered something different. If it were a person who didn't know English, and it was the first time he typed an article in English, he would not be so smooth and without any mistakes.

"Well, I know a little bit. I learned it secretly when I was in school. My mother doesn't even know."

Zhou Jinxin answered with a slight smile, but there was a thump in his heart.

It can’t be the case. You’re not allowed to learn this these days, right?

Can't we drag her into criticism?

You won't let her sleep in a pig pen, a cowshed or something, right?

"Great, I originally wanted to find a translator who could speak English, but it turned out that it was too difficult to find someone who could speak English in this small county. I looked for several schools, but there were no English teachers. I was about to go to City S to have a look. Since you can, that’s great.”

Director Xiao Song had a smile on his face.

Originally, he was the only one who could speak English. The task was too heavy, so he thought he would give up his job. Unexpectedly, Comrade Xiao Zhou was really a treasure comrade who knew everything.

Director Xiao Song was so excited that he almost spun around in circles.

"Well, I really only know a little bit. I can't be a translator."

Zhou Jinxin quickly refused.

What she said is correct. She only knows everyday language, but she really doesn't know the professional terminology on the railway.