Siheyuan: Becoming a cadre after graduating from technical secondary school

The old man recalled it and his face suddenly looked a little grim.

He looked at the women who were busy at home, carefully covered the door, and then whispered: "Are you talking about the agreement that the first child must be given to Xu Damao? Your partner doesn't know yet?"

"Ah."

Sha Zhu took out a cigarette and lit it, then asked anxiously, "Uncle, what do you think we should do? Is it too late to go to the village and find a child?"

If he really sent his own biological child to be raised in someone else's home, I guess eight generations of his He family's ancestors would be so angry that they would crawl out of the ground.

The old man pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "If this happened two or three years ago, it would be easy, but now it's hard to say. If someone reveals it, going to jail would be the least of the problems."

"So what do you think we should do?"

"Or, you two should control yourself for the next two years and don't have kids. I'll find someone to make you some 'Ruyi bags' someday. (BXT was the name for this tool in some parts of the 1960s and 1970s. It was said that this tool was made of animal casings and rubber and could be reused.)"

"Or, once you find out Zhao Xiaoyun is pregnant, you can quietly send her to the countryside and raise the child there after it's born."

The old man glanced at the backyard and whispered, "Anyway, Xu Damao has set his sights on you now. Try not to let him come into contact with Zhao Xiaoyun, and don't provoke him again. If he gets angry and reveals the truth one day, it will be difficult for you to find a partner again."

"Ok!"

Sha Zhu nodded heavily, and then couldn't help but think in his heart: If only Lin Zongxuan could help him solve this problem.

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At this time, Lin Zongxuan was hoeing the ground in the backyard of Uncle Wang's house.

Don't get me wrong, he didn't want to learn from Director Qi and be "half a step ahead of heaven". In fact, he was sent by Director Yang to be a liaison to report on work, but was called to the vegetable field by Uncle Wang.

Moreover, no matter which life he was in, he grew up in the city and he really didn't know how to do farm work. His speed of plowing the soil was far slower than that of the sixty-year-old gardener in Uncle Wang's family.

Uncle Wang watched from the side and shook his head: "Your generation has only enjoyed a few years of comfort and you have even forgotten how to eat. It is hard to imagine whether the younger generation in a few decades will not even be able to distinguish between grains."

Lin Zongxuan wiped the sweat from his head with his sleeve, thinking to himself, you don’t know, from now on I won’t be able to go to the fields, it will be good enough if I can carry the bag of flour.

"Commander, that's not what I meant. Isn't it that our generation works so hard so that the younger generation doesn't have to suffer? Comrade Xiaolin can lead people to supply food to the thousands of workers in his factory. Isn't that a skill?"

Gardener Uncle Liu, holding a cigarette in his mouth, added with a smile: "Besides, I think Comrade Xiaolin is in good shape and is willing to work hard, so don't ask too much of him."

"You old man, you talk in a very different way."

Uncle Wang looked at the cigarette butt in Uncle Liu's hand and asked Lin Zongxuan in a low voice with some envy: "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Lin Zongxuan nodded first, then shook his head, took out a cigarette box from his pocket and opened it. There was only one cigarette left in it.

Of course he had no shortage of cigarettes, but Wang Xiaomeng had told him before that if Uncle Wang asked him for a cigarette, he could only give him one at most.

Uncle Wang's eyes unconsciously showed a trace of disappointment. After hesitating for a moment, he called him to a secluded place and said, "You smoke first, and give me the remaining half, so that your aunt won't blame you."

That being said, before Lin Zongxuan could take two puffs, Uncle Wang hurriedly asked for the cigarette. Only after Lin Zongxuan took two careful puffs did the expression on his face become relaxed.

After a moment, he suddenly said, "Xiao Lin, your factory has been a bit quiet lately."

Lin Zongxuan was silent for a moment, and then said cautiously: "The workers are working very hard. Some things are not directed at us. We just need to do our job."

"You, you, didn't you have to perform 'Teng Feng Qi' two days ago? It's good to be cautious, but you have to consider the people."

Uncle Wang smiled and shook his head, saying, "Your Director Yang has looked for me, and your Deputy Director Li has also looked for me. To be honest, if it weren't for the current situation, they might not have known which way my door opened."

"Do you think your Director Yang really wants you to report to me about your work? He just wants to express his attitude and see my attitude."

“And my attitude is that I have no attitude.”

Lin Zongxuan hesitated for a moment and whispered, "But sometimes having no attitude is the most dangerous attitude."

Hearing this, Uncle Wang looked at Lin Zongxuan in surprise, and his expression became serious: "There are some things that you really don't need to think about. Wait two years, and you should quickly marry Xiao Meng and give birth to a big fat boy. That's the right thing to do."

After leaving Wang's house, Lin Zongxuan rode his bicycle slowly along the road, only to find that his clothes seemed a little heavy.

The weather is gradually turning towards hot and humid, and the willows are beginning to become lush and leafy.

(If these two chapters are reviewed, I will revise them and send them out in the morning. It will be fine after I send these chapters.)