Return to the era of passion

Wu Kaishan was furious now and couldn't help but said: "Uncle, you want me to invite Tiezhu to dinner? I won't go."

"Why don't you have a brain?"

Wu Guang'an analyzed the current situation and found out that Wu Kaishan's matter was known to a few village cadres but not to ordinary members.

As long as Wang Bin and Wang Shoulin don't object, it will be easy to continue to arrange Wu Kaishan in the brigade in the future.

Wu Kaishan said angrily: "I don't want to work in the brigade anymore. Didn't you tell me to go to the commune?"

"How can you do better in the commune than in the brigade? Over there, you are a soldier under others, but in the brigade, you are just a soldier under me."

"I don't, I don't want to be with Tie Zhu."

Wu Guang'an was very angry. He only had four daughters and no son, so he expected to raise Wu Kaishan, his nephew, to be a man. Who knew that his stubborn temper would show up again.

"Okay, I'll try to make arrangements for you after the Chinese New Year, but Tie Zhu can ask your wife to sell tickets. You'd better prepare two dishes and treat him to a drink later."

Wu Kaishan did not answer this sentence, his reluctance was written on his face.

Wu Guang'an sighed. Why didn't he see that Tie Zhu had these abilities? If he had known that marrying his fourth daughter to him would have been such a great situation now.

When Lao Meng Yi retired, he and Wang Shoulin became in-laws, and the entire brigade was under his control.

With He Yan as the conductor, Wang Bin relaxed and became more like a leader.

It's a pity that we can't inspect the women's bathhouse, so we can only work outside.

When a man had his hair cut, Wang Bin would pick up the hair clippers and cut it.

While she was cutting, the door was pushed open and an older girl came in with a little girl about ten years old.

Wang Bin turned to face and asked, "Are you going to cut your hair?"

In order to save money, most women do not cut their hair. They just wash it at home and braid it into braids.

Only young and old men often cut their hair, especially now that razor blades are scarce and cannot be purchased at all, so they can only cut their hair to smooth their faces.

The older girl looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a good figure, smooth and smooth skin, fair and supple skin, delicate facial features, and she looked a little familiar, exuding a youthful atmosphere.

The girl was a little shy. When she saw Wang Bing, her face turned red and she said shyly, "Are you guys keeping your hair up?"

"Take it, the longer your hair, the higher the price."

Wang Bin looked at the other party's hair. The hair was black and shiny, and the braids were thick and long, hanging down to the raised buttocks.

This length is enough. If it is longer, it will be pressed directly under the buttocks when sitting.

"You want to sell your hair?" Wang Bin asked again.

The little girl nodded and said shyly: "Yes, both of our hair will be sold."

"Okay, come in and sit down. I'll cut this one and get it for you."

The girl took the little girl to a chair and sat down, waiting quietly. Occasionally she raised her head and glanced at Wang Bin, and then she would become shy.

Wang Bin had his hair cut and didn't notice the little girl's abnormal expression. After a while, he heard the little girl call him sister-in-law, and then he realized that their family was not sisters, but aunt and niece.

Wang Bin didn't pay attention. After cutting someone else's hair, he asked the little girl to sit down, then measured the length of her hair and said, "I can give you three yuan for cutting your hair here."

While speaking, he marked the position on his head. The position under the girl's ears would only become ear-length short hair after cutting.

"Three yuan?" The little girl felt a little dissatisfied and asked, "Can it be more?"

Wang Bin shook his head and said, "Three yuan is a lot. We only charge ten cents for a haircut."

The little girl hesitated, but neither nodded nor refused. Her niece pulled her and said, "Sister-in-law, it's better not to sell it. You said you would take me to take a bath."

"Okay, let's take a shower first."

The little girl smiled sheepishly at Wang Bin and said, "Sorry to trouble you, let's go back and think about it again."

"Okay, you can come over after you think about it."

Wang Bin didn't take it seriously. The price he offered was already high enough. It seemed that the little girl still hadn't made up her mind.

This is just a small episode, you don't think anything of it.

The two girls went out, and the child asked: "Sister-in-law, I think the haircut guy is pretty good. Have you fallen in love with him?"

My sister-in-law's face was red and hot, and she said shyly: "What do you know? You are not allowed to talk nonsense when you go back, do you understand?"

"Oh." The little niece agreed a little aggrievedly.

Still couldn't help but asked curiously: "Sister-in-law, can you secretly tell me if you have a crush on me?"

"You're the only one who talks too much. Go in and take a shower. Don't talk about this again."

My sister-in-law was a little confused. She saw that Wang Bin looked really good, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, tall and strong figure.

It is said that during the New Year, he was the cashier in the production team, and he was considered a cadre. He was also good at cutting hair.

My father insisted on letting me come over to see him. If there was anything good to see, he had always wanted to marry into the county like his sister.

At that time, it will become an urban household registration with planned food, which will be a hundred times better than living in a ravine.

I had been pushing back and didn't want to come to see Wang Bin, but now I needed to take a shower, so I had to bite the bullet and come over to see him.

Regardless of his identity, Wang Bin also fell in Liu Huiping's eyes. But when he wanted to add his identity, Liu Huiping was a little hesitant. Didn't he have the destiny to go to the city to be a worker?

Wang Bin didn't pay attention. He just thought it was two ordinary little girls who came to sell hair. Since he didn't agree, forget it and continue to concentrate on cutting hair for others.

There are more people in this group after dinner in the morning, and then after lunch at noon, people come in faster. In the evening, it gradually becomes more relaxed.

Wang Bin can take a break when he has time, and feels quite comfortable working here.

There is no one to care about it. You can stop working if you want. There are only a few people in the bathhouse. Everyone performs their duties and there is no conflict.

When he came to the boiler room, he lit a cigarette for Old Song and asked, "Old Song, I remember you. What research institute did you say you were in before?"

"Yes, before I came down, I was a research institute under the Forestry Bureau." Mr. Song asked, "Why do you think of asking this?"

Wang Bin has been reading the newspapers a lot recently, and he has already felt that the limelight has changed a bit. Several senior leaders who retired from the office have come back to work.

People like Lao Song and Lao Yang will soon return to work in their original units.

If Wang Bin hadn't had the foresight, he wouldn't have known them by name. They were Mr. Song and Mr. Yang.

Before, he only called them Lao Yang and Lao Song. The order was reversed, which shows Wang Bin's respect.

As long as these people remember Wang Bin's kindness after returning home, they will become their own connections in the future.

What's more, Wang Bin still has something to ask for at the moment.

Question: "Mr. Song, are you engaged in forestry planting research?"

"Yes, I mainly studied fruit trees before." Song Lao sighed, but he didn't expect that his research on fruit trees was useless. Instead, he set up a boiler here.

Wang Bin has long wanted to get some ginseng seeds to plant in the space, but he never knew where they were sold. Besides, he didn't have time to go to the capital, so he has been putting it off until now.

I happened to have time today, so I chatted with Lao Song and asked, "Can ginseng be grown in the mountains near us?"