Yang Jingjing thought of the house opposite her eldest sister, the person who worked in the machinery factory, and asked, "Eldest sister, what is the machinery factory?" Just now I visited Aunt Liu's house opposite, and she said that her son is from a machinery factory, and he seems to be very powerful. ”

Yang Meimei nodded and said: "The machinery factory is indeed developing well, it is the leading industry in our county, the factory is profitable, and the wages of workers are more than those of other factories!" ”

Yang Jingjing nodded thoughtfully, and then asked, "What's the situation with the right family?" Since it is a worker in a machinery factory, the conditions should not be bad, I see that the clothes worn by Aunt Liu are basically patched and tired, it must have been more than ten or twenty years, just like the beggar cloth worn by the two parents of the dolls on the team. ”

To be honest, the family is quite shabby, and it doesn't look like a city house at all, and it's not as decent as her lonely dry milk.

Hearing Yang Jingjing say such an exaggeration, although Yang Meimei disagreed with her talking about others, she was telling the truth.

"Aunt Liu next door is also a bitter family, her husband was originally a temporary worker in the machinery factory, and a few years ago in the machinery factory because of the machine failure, he was stoned to death. They were left orphaned and widowed, but the machine factory still had a conscience and left them a place as a regular worker. ”

"For the quota of this regular worker, their family is about to fall out."

Yang Jingjing is strange, aren't they orphans and widows? The only one who can inherit is his son, so there will be disputes?

Thinking so in my heart, I also asked.

Yang Meimei listened to her words, and immediately showed a look of embarrassment and sympathy on her face, and said: "It was the uncles and uncles in his hometown who made trouble, saying that the reason why his father was able to go to the machinery factory as a temporary worker was because of the brothers in the family, and now the factory gives him a regular job because of his father's business, and they feel that it should belong to them." ”

Yang Jingjing looked surprised and said, "Can you still do this?" Isn't that bullying? Can you be willing to do it? ”

"Naturally, I don't want to, how can the pillar of the family give up his life in exchange for a regular job, how can he just let it go? And let them out, their orphans and widows will really not be able to live. And his grandmother is also eccentric to the limit, desperately clamoring to give up this quota to the doorman, during that time I went to the machinery factory every day to make trouble, so that several factories near us knew, and their mother and son couldn't resist it at all. ”

"Then I think the son of the right family is now working in the machinery factory, how can this matter be solved?"

In the end, it was the trade union of the machinery factory that came forward and gave this quota to Wu Weidong, but Zhang Weidong had to send his salary back every month to support the family. The group of blood-sucking mosquitoes in their hometown came up to ask for money as soon as they were paid, and there was only a little left for their mother and son. In my opinion, Wu Weidong might as well go home and farm, what is the picture of being tired and tired here? ”

As soon as Yang Meimei finished speaking, Zhang Hong came in with the prepared dishes, and she said happily: "It's thanks to me that I didn't reply to her just now, otherwise wouldn't I push Xiuxiu into the fire pit?" ”

"Did she ask Xiuxiu?" Yang Meimei asked.

"She didn't know where she heard that I had a daughter in my family, so she was telling me just now, fortunately your mother is not confused, I was thinking at the time, her son is a regular worker, and there is such a suite in the city, why can't he even find a partner? It turns out that there is such a group of blood-sucking mosquitoes in my old home, and it is really difficult for every family to read this scripture. Zhang Hong sighed with emotion, and put a plate of fried cured meat with chili peppers on the table, the cured meat was cut into small dices, and sandwiched between many chili peppers.

Yang Meimei told her mother: "Mom, don't tell her that there are seventeen or eighteen girls in our family, otherwise she will have to come to you every day, and the next time she asks you, you will point to Jingjing and say, there is only such a big girl." ”

"Haha, I know, I'll say so when the time comes!"

Comrade Yang Jingjing, who was lying on the side and was also shot, pursed her lips helplessly, her eyes were looking at the plate of fried cured meat, the saliva in her mouth had been swallowed and swallowed by her, and she was waiting for the meal to start.

As for the matter of the machinery factory, she had already thought about it, since the conditions of the Wu family were so difficult, it should not need much remuneration to solve it.

"Eat, eat."

This meal is boiled rice cereal, Yang Jingjing, Zhang Hong, and Chen Zhiwen eat sorghum stalks, and Yang Meimei, who is pregnant, eats fine rice noodles, although not as fine as Fuqiang powder, but at least it is not stuck in the throat.

Yang Jingjing looked at Yang Meimei's bowl with great envy, Yang Meimei looked at Yang Jingjing's gluttony, smiled, and dug a few spoonfuls for her in the bowl that she didn't have much.

"Ming'er, I'll go and change some white noodles and come back, please trouble my mother to steam a few white flour steamed buns to relieve Jingjing's cravings." Chen Zhiwen said with a smile.

Hearing that her son-in-law was so generous, Zhang Hong was very happy: "I am the best at steaming white flour steamed buns, and I am sure to steam them out one by one." After laughing, he suddenly remembered something and asked Chen Zhiwen: "But I heard that everything you buy in the city is in a fixed amount, where do you go to change it?" ”

Chen Zhiwen hesitated for a moment and said: "Although we buy these things in a certain amount, many people don't have enough to eat at all, so they will go to the black market in the city to change, where people often exchange things for money, sometimes even rich and strong powder, even many things that can't be bought in outside stores, and don't need tickets, it's just a little more expensive than outside." ”

After hearing Chen Zhiwen's explanation, Zhang Hong was startled, glared and said, "Isn't this speculation?" ”

"This ...... Indeed, there are often those who are caught, and they are sent to Gaotai to criticize and fight. ”

Zhang Hong hurriedly shook his head and said again and again: "Forget it, forget it, it's so dangerous, you can do it without eating white-flour steamed buns!" ”

Then she looked at Jingjing again and said in a coaxing tone: "We Jingjing are good children, we don't like to eat white flour steamed buns, right?" ”

Yang Jingjing, who took a sip of sorghum stalk paste and had an uncomfortable throat: "......" What does it have to do with wanting to eat white flour steamed buns if she is a good child?

Zhang Hong told Chen Zhiwen several times not to go, and under Chen Zhiwen's repeated assurances, Zhang Hong relaxed a little.

Yang Jingjing held the egg that replenished her body in one hand, and went to the cured meat in the bowl with the other.

Eating it with anticipation, smacking her lips, why did she think it wasn't as delicious as she imagined?

It's not right, it's delicious, it's delicious, but it doesn't have that feeling of lingering, Yang Jingjing remembered the bowl of braised pork yesterday.

Obviously, there are not many ingredients in it, how can you make it so delicious?

Fat but not greasy, thin but not firewood.

Her dry milk cooking skills are definitely masterful, and Yang Jingjing can't help but look forward to the time when she and her dry milk learn to cook.

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