Reborn in 70s as a hot mom

She used to press Song Shiting for money, but now that Song Shiting has completely severed the relationship, she can only get money from other channels.

Wang Guihua: "Besides, Meiling is not young now. If we don't find a job for her now, she will get married in two years, and I won't get a cent of the money she earns."

Song Shirong thought about it and said, "We can't make arrangements for the time being. I'll have a look in two months."

He had already arranged a job for Song Meili when he came back. It was not easy to arrange a job at this time, and it also had to be arranged in the town.

"Don't ask for so much for now. When we develop further, how much work will you need by then? Are you afraid there won't be any?"

Wang Guihua immediately smiled and said: "Yes, yes, as long as you brothers work together, our family will be different in the future."

Song Meili was assigned to a garment factory in the town.

This is the only clothing factory in town. It is a state-owned enterprise. It is not easy to get in.

Song Shirong relied on his connections to arrange a small managerial job in the workshop for her. Whether she was qualified for the job would depend on whether Song Meili had the ability?

He didn't want to arrange for two sisters at once. If something went wrong, he would have to take care of both of them, so he only arranged for one.

Wang Guihua: "In short, no matter what, you have to find a way to get things done as soon as possible."

Ever since Song Shiting didn't pay a penny, she wished that Song Shiting would die. From now on, even if Song Shiting became famous, it would have nothing to do with her, so why should she tolerate Song Shiting?

Song Shirong stood up and said, "If it's okay, don't come to town!"

Wang Guihua had his own little idea. He looked at Song Shirong carefully and said, "Second brother, I don't want to stay in the village. I want to live in the town."

Song Shirong looked at her with faint eyes and said, "Not at the moment. When you can live here, I will arrange for you to come over."

Wang Guihua ran to the town today to find Song Shirong. She had thought clearly. In the village, she had to work hard every day, holding a hoe and facing the loess, with her back to the sky. Wouldn't it be better to live comfortably in the town and have convenient shopping?

Didn't she just want to live a good life relying on her son after working so hard for so many years?

Now that her son has become successful, can't she still live a good life?

Song Shirong was not in a very good mood. He arranged the factory for Song Meili because she said every day that she wanted to go with him and start a new life in another place. He simply didn't want the trouble that Song Meili had.

He said in a cold voice: "You stay at home for now, and I will make arrangements when I can."

Wang Guihua was not very happy and said one more thing. Song Shirong's voice was a little colder and he said: "I have arranged it this way now. If you do as I say, listen to me. You will have a good life in the future. But if you don’t listen to me, if something goes wrong, you will bear the consequences yourself.”

When Song Shirong said this, Wang Guihua was frightened to death, and there was no way he dared to object.

Now she is the second child, and the third child is more capable, which shows that her original decision was correct: "Okay, okay, you two brothers will arrange for me to listen, and I will just wait for you to enjoy the blessings for me from now on."

Song Shirong: "Stay in the village, don't come out, don't talk nonsense, we will take care of things, and you will enjoy happiness later. Think about it, you have been waiting for so many years, do you need to be anxious about this moment?"

Wang Guihua's irritable mood was finally calmed down: "Okay, Mom will listen to you. Mom will do whatever you say."

Song Shirong had already turned around and headed outside.

Ruan Qingling didn't have to go to school today, so she wasn't in a hurry to send Yaya to Aunt Lan.

Yaya also cleverly hugged Ruan Qingling's neck and refused to let go.

Ruan Qingling said with a smile: "Little glutton, let me take you to eat soy milk and fried dough sticks."

Yaya was so happy, it felt so good when she heard the fried dough sticks.

She had eaten some fried dough sticks soaked in soy milk last time, and she never forgot them.

Ruan Qingling said to Song Shiting: "We go out to eat soy milk and fried dough sticks. You can only drink porridge. I will bring it to you when I come back."

Song Shiting nodded, he didn't care. Seeing Ruan Qingling carrying Yaya out, he casually picked up the newspaper next to him and started reading.

Ruan Qingling took Yaya outside. There were a lot of people in the market. The vendors on the street were shouting and bargaining, and there were noisy sounds everywhere.

The man who sells soy milk has a big pot of soy milk, which is piping hot.

Ruan Qingling ordered two bowls, let one bowl cool down and poured it into Yaya's bottle.

Ruan Qingling must always pay attention to the glass milk bottle and help her daughter hold it to prevent it from being broken.

The porridge seller was next door. While drinking soy milk, Ruan Qingling asked the neighbor to fill her with a bowl of porridge in an enamel cup. She also bought some side dishes and planned to deliver food to Song Shiting after finishing the meal.

Ruan Qingling had eaten and drank enough, holding Yaya in one hand and an enamel cup in the other, and walked towards the health center.

There is a long way to go from the vegetable market to the health center, and this part of the road is not that lively.

It is a three-way intersection, one end leading to an alley.

Ruan Qingling was walking on the side of the road when she heard the sound of a speeding bicycle behind her. She held Yaya and moved to the side of the road, trying to avoid the bicycle coming from behind.

Since the last time, she had been more careful when walking, but at this moment, a short stick hit her on the head.

A strong gust of wind was coming. Ruan Qingling noticed it. While avoiding it, he threw the porridge in his enamel cup at the other person's face. It was not very hot, but it was enough to burn the other person's eyes.

The man roared angrily, jumped off his bicycle, and hit Ruan Qingling with his stick.

Ruan Qingling was furious.

She just taught Lin Fang a lesson yesterday, but she didn't expect someone to come over again today.

Ruan Qingling held her daughter in one hand and kicked her in the chest.

However, this time people seem to be more capable than before.

This person was not the one who hit her with a weeding hoe at the entrance of the alley. He had a knife in his hand, which was deadly.

She was worried that Yaya would be hurt, so she was very careful every step she took.

Seeing the opponent's knife, she took out a sharp knife from her trouser pocket, swung it towards the opponent's knife, then flipped it backwards, knocking the opponent's knife away, and even cut off a small part of his tail. refer to.

It turned out that the fierce man looked at his fingers that were suddenly bleeding profusely, and then realized that he was no match for Ruan Qingling. He immediately ran away into the alleyway, not even giving up his bicycle.

Yaya was sprayed with blood directly onto her face, and she burst into tears instantly.

Because it was really too dangerous just now, there was no spare hand to cover Yaya's eyes during the fight to prevent Yaya from seeing this scene.

When Yaya cried, she quickly put away the knife, wiped the blood from Yaya's face, and comforted Yaya.

Song Shiting was worried that Ruan Qingling came out of it and saw at a glance that Ruan Qingling was wiping the blood on Yaya's face.

His expression suddenly darkened and he walked over quickly.

Ruan Qingling said: "The other person's fingers are on the ground. Whoever is missing a finger is the murderer."

Now she can only comfort Yaya's emotions, for fear of causing psychological shadow to the child.

Song Shiting picked up the finger on the ground.

There were many people watching. After Song Shiting took out his ID, the people watching gradually dispersed.

Song Shirong was in the alley, his eyes became particularly dark. He had no idea that Ruan Qingling had such skill!