Siheyuan: Becoming a cadre after graduating from technical secondary school

"Listen to me. I was getting along well with Teacher Ran yesterday. When she was leaving, I wanted to see her off. But as soon as I walked out the door, I saw the Third Uncle. That bastard Yan Bugui said bad things about me..."

Listening to Sha Zhu cursing the Third Uncle in anger, Qin Huairu breathed a sigh of relief and smiled to comfort him, "You, I think you are overthinking it. If Teacher Ran really likes you, no matter how much he says, it will be useless.

I think that Mr. Ran probably just said a few more words to you because he thought you were a good person because you paid tuition for Banggeng, and he didn't have any intention of developing a relationship with you at all."

"Hey, I still don't believe it. I'm not bad. I even wore new leather shoes last night. How about this, you ask Banggeng to find Teacher Ran at school to explain it to me."

Qin Huairu looked at Sha Zhu's earnest gaze, just smiled and shook her head. Then, no matter how Sha Zhu begged, she only cared about the clothes in her hands and looked like she didn't want to pay any attention.

Seeing her like this, Sha Zhu said a little discouraged: "Don't worry, we are still making dumplings together on New Year's Eve!"

Hearing about dumplings, Qin Huairu paused what she was doing and asked with a smile, "Are you buying meat?"

Sha Zhu immediately stretched out a finger and said generously: "One dollar filling."

"Buy two dollars."

An old man came over leisurely with his hands in his pockets and said, "I'll pay another dollar, and then I'll bring the old lady over, and the four families can celebrate a lively New Year together." (According to the information I checked, around 65, one dollar could buy about 1 kilograms of pork in the old city, and the price varied from place to place.)

"That's great. When the time comes, I'll be responsible for chopping the stuffing and kneading the dough." Qin Huairu knew that the relationship between her family and the old man had improved a lot recently, and the old man had even spent dozens of dollars to repair Jia Dongxu's wheelchair, so she readily agreed.

"Row."

When Sha Zhu saw his elders coming, he felt embarrassed and left first, but before leaving, he couldn't help but say something cruel: "I will never let this Third Uncle who does nothing for me suffer."

Seeing Sha Zhu gritting his teeth, the uncle asked in confusion: "What's wrong with him? Why does he look like he's taken gunpowder?"

"Don't mention it. Banggeng's homeroom teacher, Mr. Ran, who He Yuzhu has been thinking about recently, came last night..."

Qin Huairu told the uncle everything that had happened, and pretended to be very concerned about Sha Zhu's marriage in front of him. She sighed and said, "I think Sha Zhu will never get married in this life."

I think you don't want to miss out on this free meal ticket.

How could the old man not see Qin Huairu's little tricks in her heart, but he was too lazy to expose them, and just said lightly: "It's okay, with us elders around, he will be indispensable sooner or later."

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When Sha Zhu slipped out of the courtyard, he happened to see a man carrying his catch and pushing a bicycle back into the courtyard. Having no place to vent his anger, he immediately mocked: "I see some people who earn only 70 or 80 yuan a month and still go to the lake every day to compete with ordinary people for food. This is the real 'sharing happiness with the people'!"

Lin Zongxuan looked at the two small fish as long as his index finger swimming happily in his bucket, and the large bunch of water plants dotted around, and replied calmly, "Is this lake yours?"

Seeing that Sha Zhu was choked and unable to speak, Section Chief Xiao Lin smiled and said to himself, "I understand. Some people are like dogs that can't spit out ivory. I understand. They are anxious because they can't find a wife."

"you,,,"

Shazhu didn't know how to refute for a long time, and stood there in anger with his teeth trembling. After a while, he followed and asked casually, "Is the Zhao you said last time really that beautiful?"

Lin Zongxuan left him alone for a while before asking with a smile, "Don't you want to marry a widow?"

"I didn't say I wanted to marry you." Sha Zhu replied stubbornly, but then he immediately added: "Didn't you say you wanted me to meet you? I'm free anyway."

"She was free then, but now she is not free, and she is happily dating someone else."

"Silly Zhu, you are the most stubborn person in my body." Lin Zongxuan said teasingly: "If you want to see me, beg me."

"Hey, kid, let me tell you, I, He Yuzhu, have never asked anyone for help in my life!"

The two of them walked to the gate of the yard arguing with each other, and happened to meet a female postman in blue work clothes who was struggling to get up from the ground with the help of her bicycle.

After seeing the two people, the female postman's eyes suddenly lit up, and she waved her hand and shouted, "Comrade, please help me."

After the two helped her straighten her bicycle, the female postman thanked them with a smile, and then asked, "Comrade, there is a man named Lin Zongxuan in your courtyard, who has a bad temper and is very pretentious."

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Sha Zhu glanced at Lin Zongxuan and asked doubtfully, "Do you know him?"

Lin Zongxuan didn't respond to him. He quickly recalled in his mind and felt that the woman in front of him looked a little familiar.

"What are you talking about? Isn't Lin Zongxuan from the Red Star Courtyard? He is now a cadre of a state-owned enterprise. He should be quite famous, right?"

The female postman took off her hat, revealing her jet-black hair and two pigtails. It was as if a mechanism had been opened, and Lin Zongxuan gradually recalled a photo and information he had seen before.

And a shy little girl buried in the original owner's school memories.

However, Lin Zongxuan did not show it, but responded gently: "You are talking about this person, he is quite familiar with me, it's the same if you come to me for anything."

The girl opened her big round eyes and asked Sha Zhu first: "Comrade, is what he said true?"

Sha Zhu smacked his lips, suppressed his laughter and said, "Yes, they are as close as one person."

"Okay, comrade, I'm not actually in charge of this area. I came here to bring a message for a friend."

The girl said seriously, "Please help tell Lin Zongxuan that since he has agreed to meet her, how can he ignore it? My friend has been annoyed by her family recently."

Lin Zongxuan was silent for a moment, then said a little embarrassedly: "I understand, I will definitely convey your message."

After the female postman left, Sha Zhu curiously poked Lin Zongxuan's waist and asked, "What's going on with you? Could it be that you've been having a lot of fun outside and someone came to your door?"

"Just keep your mouth shut." Lin Zongxuan said impatiently, "After the New Year, I will arrange for Zhao Xiaoyun to come to the hospital, no, to meet you at the factory.

But if I hear that someone in the courtyard is gossiping about me, you will never get married in your life."

After saying that, he pushed the bike back to his home without caring about Sha Zhu who was yelling angrily behind him.

When Lin Zongxuan opened the door, he saw his mother leisurely knitting a scarf in the living room. He thought for a moment and asked hesitantly, "Mom, do you remember that I told you before that there was a girl who wanted to go on a blind date with me?"

"Who?" Lin's mother looked puzzled at first, and then her expression became a little tense.

"You're talking about the one your Aunt Wang introduced to you. You still have the nerve to bring it up. You've been dragging it on for over a month and I've totally forgotten about it."

Mother Lin asked in surprise: "Why do you suddenly remember it now?"

Lin Zongxuan didn't dare to say that the other party had come to his house directly. He sighed and said, "Please tell Aunt Wang tomorrow and arrange for us to meet after the New Year. Since I promised her, I have to give an explanation, otherwise it will be difficult for the girl to report to her family."

"Okay, I'll go talk to her tomorrow. By the way, what was the girl's name?"

"Wang Xiaomeng, the "Meng" with the "grass" radical, was my classmate in junior high school."