Siheyuan, I want to lie down but I become a tool

After hearing this, Zhang Xingwang felt that giving the green light was a bit too much. Then he thought that the benefits to the entire department would be much greater than his request.

However, I still have to talk to Director Wang about this matter, in case there are any twists and turns that he doesn't understand.

He reached an agreement with Director Liu and assured that his subsequent creations would be closely centered around the Ministry of Culture. Then he strolled back home.

It was almost noon when she got home. Wang Xiulan looked at her son who had come home early again, and seemed to be hesitant to say anything.

I feel that my son is still a little out of touch. Look at my second son-in-law, he works in the same place as my son, and usually comes home late only after working overtime.

Seeing my son coming home early all the time, I have never heard him talk about work.

My heart is pounding now, and I think that the company might punish me someday. It's such a good job, and it would be hard to find one even with a lantern, since my son has not even finished high school.

When I went back to learn cooking a few days ago, I mentioned it to my grandmother, but she refused to let me know.

Wang Xiulan became more and more worried, and felt that she needed to nag her son. When Zhang Xingwang went into the house to drink water, she said to him earnestly:

"Xingwang, is your work hard?"

Zhang Xingwang looked at Wang Xiulan, who had been in front of him for a long time before speaking. He felt that something was wrong with his mother today, and he responded casually:

"Uh... it's okay. It's work. Everyone is the same. It's just that I have to get up early every day. I feel a little uncomfortable."

Wang Xiulan rolled her eyes implicitly when she heard this, and then said tentatively:

"Um...Xingwang, how is your work going recently? How are your colleagues? Did your boss say anything to you?

My mother also worked before, and I can tell you that you just got there not long ago, so you have to be tactful and help your colleagues, pour water for your boss, etc. It's always a good idea to do more work.

If you encounter something you don't understand, learn from your second brother-in-law and ask him more questions. Your second brother-in-law is now a level 9 clerk, and your second sister said that there is hope of being promoted to level 8 after the new year.

You always come back early, what if someone tells on you? Mother is counting on you to become a high-ranking official so I can enjoy the good life with you."

After hearing this, Zhang Xingwang felt that he knew nothing. How could the atmosphere in the street office be the same as that in a factory, not to mention that he controlled everyone's opinions.

My colleagues are so enthusiastic, Section Chief Qi is a well-known good leader, and Director Wang is in charge, so it's not as mysterious as I said. I said while drinking water:

"Mom, just wait, I will definitely let you enjoy the good life. To be honest, starting from tomorrow I will no longer be a member of the Street Office..."

When Wang Xiulan heard this, her mind went blank. Was her son expelled? It seemed that she had said it too late. She shouldn't have listened to her mother-in-law. Now it was too late...

Zhang Xingwang looked at Wang Xiulan who suddenly became dazed, and felt helpless. What happened today?

Why is she always distracted? He originally wanted to make her happy, so he ignored Wang Xiulan who was stunned. After drinking the water, Zhang Xingwang continued:

"I have been transferred to the Ministry of Culture, which is a higher level. I am now a level 8 clerk, making 30 yuan a month. However, I work in the street office. You can enjoy the good life. I just don't know how high your position is."

After saying that, he looked at Wang Xiulan and saw no reaction. He felt that his mother probably didn't understand this either. It seemed that there was no hope of making his mother happy for him.

Looking at his dazed mother, he remembered that there was still cabbage stewed in the pot, so he resigned himself to going into the kitchen to tinker with it.

Wang Xiulan finally reacted and was worrying about her son being fired, but then she heard from him that not only had he been promoted, but he had also surpassed her second son-in-law.

My mind was confused again. I thought for a long time but couldn't figure out why my son, who was late and left early every day, could surpass my second son-in-law.

The class run by this street office does seem to be different from that at the steel mill.

Finally, she thought so hard that her head hurt, and decided to just listen to her mother-in-law. Wang Xiulan, who had insufficient brain capacity, felt a headache when she saw her son busy in the kitchen, and felt that she was really not destined to worry about things. She helplessly covered her forehead and went back to her room to sleep.

The little girl who was playing outside came back skipping and jumping. She moved her small stool consciously and sat obediently at the kitchen door.

She watched her brother cooking with a satisfied look on her face. After a while, she said to her busy brother in a baby voice:

"Brother... do you have a baby? Can you let him play with me? Brother Banggeng already has a sister.

He said he would not play with me anymore... unless I gave him a piece of candy every two days."

While cooking, Zhang Xingwang listened to the little girl's words, thinking that Qin Huairu should be discharged from the hospital, and natural delivery was indeed quite quick.

I just don't know if Jia Zhang will come back to ask him for the shoes. I think I should persuade Aunt Jia when I have time. Neighbors should be more generous. How can I have the nerve to ask for something back after giving it to others?

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At this moment, Jia Zhang was staring at Qin Huairu who had just returned. She looked at her daughter-in-law with a nose that was not a nose and eyes that were not eyes.

I felt unhappy. Since my daughter-in-law became pregnant, I had been serving her good food and drink, and even finding ways to make her eat meat and drink soup on any festival day.

As a result, this disappointing child gave birth to a girl, but when he looked at the sleeping granddaughter in Qin Huairu's arms, a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

Turning his head and looking at Jia Dongxu who was walking around the room, he inexplicably remembered Zhang Xingwang's words. He felt annoyed and said to Jia Dongxu unhappily:

"Everyone has been sent back, why don't you go to work quickly? The whole family is counting on you, what are you running around for?

When your father was your age, he was already the mainstay of the family. Why are you still acting like a child, so impetuous and irritable now?"

Jia Dongxu was originally very happy to have a little girl. He didn't have any idea of ​​favoring boys over girls. It was mainly because Banggeng was too naughty. He thought it would be good to have a girl, who at least wouldn't be as naughty as Banggeng.

I was just about to wash my daughter's diapers, but I shuddered when I heard what my mother said. I wondered why you always mentioned my father. How can I sleep at night?

But she still obediently put down her diaper and prepared to go out to work, muttering:

"You're still blaming me. I heard from Auntie San that you were so scared that your legs went limp, and you were the one who got on the cart..."

When Jia Zhang heard this, she was filled with resentment and said to Jia Dongxu who was about to leave:

"Say it again, you have also become a bad person now. Who am I doing this for? How come you are like Zhang Xingwang now, you have no conscience..."

When Jia Dongxu heard his mother start firing, he quickly put on his clothes, opened the door and prepared to run out.

As a result, as soon as he opened the door, he was hit on the head. He covered his forehead and saw that it was Yi Zhonghai coming over. It seemed that the hand that was about to knock on the door hit his forehead.