Reborn in 80s, throw away the scumbag and hug the rough husband tightly

The tiger breaks through the cage and pounces on its prey ferociously.

The lights in the room went out, and the stars in the night sky were bright...

Early the next morning, Song Wei got up from the bed with pain all over her body and looked at Jin Hengchuan shyly and resentfully.

This guy is so evil, we can't let him succeed.

The culprit butterfly hairpin was still on the table. Song Wei took it over, straightened her hair slightly in front of the mirror, and put on the hairpin. The crystal material shone in the sunlight, and the beauty in the mirror had bright eyes and white teeth. There were still two blushes on her little face.

"Does it look good?"

Jin Hengchuan couldn't help but move forward and kiss her hard on the face: "She looks good! Even better than the stars in the pictures!"

Song Wei took off the hairpin and stroked it lovingly: "Isn't this a lot of money?"

"Not much."

"to be frank!"

"Eighteen dollars."

Song Wei gasped: "How much? Eighteen yuan? Are you willing to buy it if it's so expensive?"

This is less than half a month's salary!

Jin Hengchuan smiled: "What I gave you is worth any amount of money."

Song Wei quickly put it in the box and put it away. If it got bumped, she would be heartbroken.

In my previous life, I had experienced rapid economic development. It was not like I had never worn small jewelry worth 1,000 yuan, not to mention 18 yuan, but it had a very different meaning.

This was the first gift he gave her after they fell in love.

Jin Hengchuan went to work as usual, and Song Wei also started to endorse as usual. Now there are fewer and fewer questions that can stump her. I know English words and ancient poems by heart, but I have to review them every day.

As he continued to learn, his eyes couldn't help but fall on the hairpin. Suddenly, an idea jumped into his mind.

Card issuance is so expensive, where does Zhang Mingzhu get the money?

The Zhang family has little financial resources. Two-thirds of their living expenses come from their father's pension. They had already given it to themselves that night. Where did their family get the money?

Song Wei put down her pen and ran all the way to the village chief's house. After asking, she found out that Zhang Mingzhu had been working in the textile factory for a month, but because her sewing skills were not good, she now specialized in watching the machine dye cotton and linen materials. It's a real job.

This is exactly the same as in the previous life, but she has returned to her ready-made clothes. How come Zhang Mingzhu can still go to work?

Song Wei became suspicious.

Something was wrong. If Zhang Mingzhu had really entered the factory based on the appearance of that ready-made garment in her previous life, then based on her craftsmanship, she would have been kicked back soon. But Song Wei clearly remembered that Zhang Mingzhu worked for a long time and even became a member of the production team. team leader.

There must be something in this that even she didn't know about in her previous life!

"Didn't you say that the textile factory is very strict in recruiting workers? How did Zhang Mingzhu get into the factory?"

The village chief looked at her in surprise: "You didn't know? That factory is state-owned. Just last month, the state approved two quotas for the families of martyrs. In our village, you are the only one who is qualified, or your mother... that Li Shulan Comrade said that you were being raised by Jin Hengchuan and didn’t need this quota at all, so he transferred this quota to Zhang Mingzhu.”

"She went to complete the formalities or I signed it."

Song Wei was stunned for a moment, then sneered again and again. She didn't even bother to ask why and why.

In her previous life, she was obedient to her family, and Zhang Mingzhu's quota was taken. She didn't even have the right to know. In this life, she broke up with her family, trying her best to escape from the family that didn't treat her as a human being, and cut off the family ties with her own hands. , naturally she won’t have a share in the quota.

The village chief rubbed his hands: "Why don't you go back and talk to Li Shulan and ask her to return the spot to you? This family is so dishonest that they even cheated me."

Song Wei shook her head: "It's useless. It's not like you didn't see what happened that night. I went to find her, but she probably wouldn't even let me in, and I don't want to see her either."

The village chief sighed: "That's right. That Pearl has already gone to work. It's useless to say anything else. Otherwise, just forget about it."

"Forget it? Why forget it?" Song Wei said every word: "I don't need my things, but others must not come and snatch them!"

If it’s useless to look for Li Shulan, then look for someone who is!

In the textile factory, Song Wei sat in the factory director's office with a certificate issued by the village proving her identity as a martyr.

"Comrade Song Wei, I already understand your situation." The factory director crossed his hands and pointed to the enamel jar on the side: "You drink some water first. Don't be anxious. Impersonation is a big deal. We have to give us a few days. We will investigate and investigate, and if it is proven to be true, we will never tolerate it."

"That couldn't be better."

As a result, Zhang Mingzhu was suspended during the investigation.

In fact, if she worked hard, she would not be suspended from her job at all. However, she came in through the back door relying on her status as a "martyrdom", thinking that she would not be fired anyway, so what kind of work would she do?

When others are busy, she has no time to spare, so she always likes to chat with the people next to her.

It's good to be able to stay in the factory, but sometimes people disappear while you're working. Which factory is willing to spend money to support an idle person?

Song Wei's arrival just gave the factory a reason to get rid of her.

After learning that she was suspended, Zhang Mingzhu was so angry that her nose was filled with smoke!

Is it easy these days for her to get a free job without any effort? She, Song Wei, doesn't go to work, so why should she ruin her good deeds?

"Bitch! Bitch, bitch! You will steal everything from me! You have to die!" She thought the big tree on the roadside was Song Wei, and she punched and kicked her.

"What happened? The iron rice bowl that I finally got was smashed?"

Zhang Mingzhu turned around and saw that it was Kong Qi.

Kong Qi was fired from the factory.

Song Wei had always acted responsibly, and of course she would not miss the opportunity to beat up the drowned dog. On the second day after the incident, she took the confession letter signed by Kong Qi himself and handed it to the factory director's office.

Her eyes were red, and there were wounds on her neck and wrists. Sun Wenyuan became angry when he saw her and fired Kong Qi on the spot.

The next day, this incident caused quite a stir in the factory. That afternoon, Zhou Shuqin made a big fuss in the factory. Everyone gathered around to watch. She rushed into the factory director's office, crying and shouting, Kong Qi's father, Kong Guohua, couldn't help but rushed out of the workshop and kicked Zhou Shuqin two meters away: "Look at the good son you raised! You have the nerve to come here and make trouble? I'm naked now." It's embarrassing to go around in circles, and you still want to get me fired?"

Zhou Shuqin had no choice but to go back in despair.

This matter caused such a fuss that even Zhang Mingzhu knew about it.

It was also from this time on that Zhang Mingzhu started to look down on Kong Qi. She used to think that Kong Qi was good-looking, knowledgeable, and good at work, but compared with Jin Hengchuan, he was really not as good as him. Therefore, her heart gradually changed. He was leaning towards Jin Hengchuan.

After Kong Qi was fired, Zhang Mingzhu went to Jin Hengchuan frequently, especially knowing that Jin Hengchuan always forgot to bring his lunch box, so she went to deliver meals to Jin Hengchuan at noon, even if she got a casual job in the textile factory later, It didn't take her a long time to deliver it every day.