Reborn in the 70s, the little softie in the arms of the strongest rough man

Originally, Zhang Jingjing was worried that she wouldn't have a chance to get her bride price back, but she didn't expect someone to give her a pillow just as she dozed off. Zhang Aiguo and the others actually tried to stop her from working, so she was naturally rude.

It's impossible to quit the job, let alone sell it. At worst, the extra 12 yuan difference will be given to them when the time comes.

With these 380, not only will she be able to repay the sixty she owes Huo Changqing, but she will also have a small treasury. If she is short of money for medical treatment in the countryside, she can also help.

Zhang Jingjing rode a foreign car and hummed songs all the way back home.

When they went back, Wu Peilan and the others were having dinner. Seeing Zhang Jingjing coming back so late, she couldn't help but ask: "Where have you gone? Why are you back so late?"

The incident happened suddenly, and Zhang Jingjing went to Zhang's house without having time to tell her family. Naturally, Wu Peilan and the others didn't know about it either.

"I went to my dad's place. He wanted to see me for something."

"Ah, that's it. Have you eaten? Sit down and have some food."

Zhang Jingjing shook her head: "No, Mom, I've eaten it."

After saying that, he went back to the house. As soon as he put down his bag, he saw graffiti painted on the wall. The paintings were small trees and houses, which were quite nice.

But no matter how beautiful the painting is, you can’t paint it on the wall. It seems that I will have to ask who did it later.

After Wu Peilan and the others finished eating, Zhang Jingjing took the initiative to wash the dishes.

After cleaning up, I went back to the house.

"You three come here, I have something to ask you."

The three little ones heard the noise and ran over quickly.

"What's wrong, beautiful aunt?"

The little old man was chewing his nails and looking at her innocently.

Zhang Jingjing pointed at the wall.

"Who painted this?"

Her expression was a little serious, and the three children were used to watching people's words, and they were also a little scared.

Huo Xiaoyue swallowed and subconsciously glanced at the younger brother. Although he was scared, he still stood up bravely.

"Auntie, I drew it. I'm sorry. I won't dare to scribble on the wall again next time."

How could Zhang Jingjing, an adult, be easily deceived by a child? This little boss was clearly acting as a back-up.

"Xiaoyue, was it really you who drew it? Lying is not a good thing for a child. I have already said that I don't like dishonest children."

When Zhang Jingjing said this, Huo Xiaoyue was immediately scared. She didn't want to lie, but she was afraid that her brother would be scolded.

"Auntie, I drew it, not my eldest sister."

Huo Yunqi stood up and looked at the withered head. He originally wanted to give Zhang Jingjing a surprise. He felt that he was very good at painting. Zhang Jingjing would definitely praise him when he saw this.

He didn't expect Zhang Jingjing's expression to be so serious after seeing it. He also regretted it in his heart. How could he draw on the wall? It was so stupid.

What else doesn't Zhang Jingjing understand? The little boss is afraid that she will get angry and protect her younger brother.

Originally, the little boy thought that Zhang Jingjing would scold him next, and if serious, might even beat him, but Zhang Jingjing did not do that, and instead asked the reason.

"Xiao Qi, tell Auntie why you want to draw on the wall?"

The little boy lowered his head and did not dare to raise it. His two little hands nervously grasped the edges of his clothes.

Zhang Jingjing didn't urge him to speak, but waited patiently. After a while, the little boy spoke.

"I wanted to draw it for you. I thought you would praise me after reading it. Auntie, I'm sorry, I won't scribble in the future..."

Children of this age think differently from adults, and it is also the age when they hope to attract the attention of their parents. Zhang Jingjing does not think this is a big mistake.

Children need correct guidance.

She stepped forward, knelt down and held the little boy's hand, and said in a gentle voice, "Auntie thinks your painting is great, it's very beautiful, and I like it very much."

The little boy didn't expect Zhang Jingjing to say this. He raised his head in surprise and looked at her with wide eyes.

"really?"

"Of course it's true. Auntie will send you to learn to draw from now on. Although you are good at drawing, you can't draw on the wall. This is wrong. You can draw on paper, you know?"

Zhang Jingjing said patiently, and the little boy nodded heavily.

"Auntie, I know, I will never do it again."

"As for this painting, Auntie won't erase it, just treat it as your first work."

Zhang Jingjing said, she simply found a pen and decorated the picture based on Xiao Lao Er's. Not only that, she also wrote the four characters "Huo Yunqi Hua" next to it.

Sure enough, the little second child was very happy, his little face turned red, and the little eldest brother and the third child beside him also became happy.

"Okay, go wash up and sleep well."

Huo Xiaoyue took the two of them out to wash up. The younger brother suddenly stopped, then turned around and ran over and hugged Zhang Jingjing.

Zhang Jingjing lowered her head, and the little boy's ears turned red.

He hugged Zhang Jingjing and then ran out of the yard, making Zhang Jingjing smile like an aunt.

Needless to say, this kid is quite cute.

When they went to bed at night, Zhang Jingjing told them a story as usual, and the three children fell asleep contentedly listening to the story.

When she went to work the next day, Zhang Jingjing did not tell her boss about the replacement of her relatives, but continued her work step by step.

Zhang Zhizhi didn't come to work today and was following Zhang Aiguo to a relative's house to talk about buying a job.

"The price is not expensive. It only costs 600 yuan. It's 50 yuan a month and you can make it back in a year. It's up to us to talk things through with people. I know you definitely want this job. I gave the money to you yesterday. I’m afraid she’ll sell this job to someone else.”

Brother Dong Huijuan was quite moved when she heard what her brother-in-law said. After all, the price was indeed not expensive and quite reasonable.

"Okay, brother-in-law, 600 yuan is not much, so it's settled. Just wait a moment, and I'll give you the money first."

Brother Dong Huijuan said, and went directly back to the house to take out 600 yuan. This money was their family's savings, and it was not easy to save so much.

Zhang Aiguo took the money in his hand and didn't intend to count it.

"Brother-in-law, you'd better count them. Don't let too many or too few be inappropriate by then."

After hearing this, Zhang Aiguo put down his face and counted.

"No problem, it's settled then. I'll go ask about the situation there in the afternoon."

"Okay, okay, I'm really sorry to trouble you."

Zhang Aiguo was originally waiting for Zhang Jingjing's letter, but there was still no movement in the afternoon. He felt anxious and went to look for her.

Zhang Jingjing saw him coming and followed him downstairs.

"Dad, why are you here?"

Zhang Aiguo thought to himself, isn’t this nonsense?What's he doing here?Of course I'm asking about work.

"How's your work handover going? I've made an agreement with my relatives, and she can come to work at any time."

Zhang Jingjing couldn't help but sigh after hearing this.

"Dad, I'm so sorry, I can't sell this job."