Chapter 0005 Qin Huairu; I only marry my big brother Li

The street office is there.

Li Zhishui planned to go to the street first to open the marriage introduction letter, and by the way, ask about work and household registration. Before, he boasted about Haikou in front of Qin Huairu.

In the memory of the original owner, when he visited him on the street, he mentioned it so much, but he didn't feel at ease at that time. This will be understood and dealt with.

The road is not far, about ten minutes walk.

With his memory, Li Zhishui found the street director who often visited him, Director Zhao.

"Comrade Li Zhishui, why are you here? Sit down. "Director Zhao is a middle-aged woman and warm-hearted. As soon as he saw him coming, he immediately stopped what he was doing and beckoned him to sit down with a smile. He got up again, picked up the thermos and poured him a glass.

"Come, drink water."

"Thank you."

"How's it going, are you okay?" Director Zhao cared about him again. A week ago, when he fell ill in bed, Director Zhao also visited.

As a military martyr, Li Zhishui was registered on the street. At that time, the military martyrs were glorious, respected, and preferential treatment by national policies.

Director Zhao came from the war years and was once an excellent soldier. Therefore, there is a special affection for a military martyr like him, and it is also a key concern.

"Thanks to you, it's a lot better." People cared, and Li Zhishui responded with a smile.

"That's good."

Then, he got straight to business; "That's right, Director Zhao. I'm here to ask you for help in opening a wedding introduction. ”

"A letter of introduction for marriage? Yes! "As soon as Director Zhao heard it, it was a good thing, so he immediately found a pen and paper to write, and joked;" You're finally enlightened, tell me which girl it is. She remembered that she had also talked to Li Zhishui about starting a family before. However, Li Zhishui was a stupid boy, in poor health, and introverted, so he kept dragging it. It's a good day, and she is happy that it looks like it's going to happen.

"A country girl." Li Zhishui told her. Then I asked about the second thing; "Director Zhao, I want to ask, after the girl gets married, her household registration and work..."

Director Zhao is a human spirit, and as soon as he heard this, he understood the meaning, so he replied to him; "There are no restrictions on the hukou, just make a certificate and move over.

As for work, don't you have a spot? Or let the girl be on top? ”

Director Zhao gave him an idea.

He Li Zhishui is a military martyr, and both parents sacrificed. In this case, the state has a policy, even if the post in the city is tight now, it must give priority to him to enter the post to ensure his life. But because he was not in good health, could not do physical work, and was critically ill, this matter has been delayed, and the quota has been retained.

This will, but it can be used.

"Yes." Li Zhishui is happy.

If Qin Huairu goes to work and receives a salary, he can also cover for his economic problems of eating, drinking and having fun in the future. At the same time, he is also glad that the original owner's body is also a good wingman. After all, in the eyes of the people around him, the original owner is a sick seedling, the kind that will be critically ill at any time.

But who knows, Li Zhishui is no longer Li Zhishui, and his body is slowly recovering under the nourishment of the spiritual spring of the system.

Li Zhishui will keep it a secret forever!

said that when Director Zhao saw that he agreed, he told him with a smile; "Okay, just wait for you and the girl to get your certificates, and then come to me. As for the specific work, I am not sure yet, and it will only be decided after coordination with various parties. ”

"It's okay, just have." Li Zhishui was not in a hurry.

Having said that, Director Zhao's letter of introduction was also written, and it was given to him after being stamped.

"Thank you. Director Zhao, then you're busy, I'll go first. Li Zhishui took it, and when it was over, he said hello and left.

"Okay." Director Zhao is also neat, let him.

In this way, Li Zhishui said goodbye to Director Zhao and went out of the street office.

Then, I walked to the neighboring Dongzhimen Street, found a state-owned store nearby, and spent tens of thousands of yuan to buy a bed quilt and a few cotton clothes.

No way, the winter in these four or nine cities is much colder than in later generations.

Li Zhishui can only cover and wear more to resist.

After buying these, he found a small restaurant nearby to pack a meal for dinner, saving trouble.

After that, I returned to the courtyard with my things.

Originally, he planned to wash and dry the newly bought cotton clothes before wearing them. But after thinking about it, didn't he want to marry Qin Huairu into the door and wash clothes, and leave it to Qin Huairu to do it.

Thinking like this, Li Zhishui gave up.

Just go to the kitchen and bring two briquettes and put them in the stove to continue the fire. When it's over, go to the kang to make up for sleep. Because it was too cold at night, I didn't sleep well.

These two layers are covered to be warm, and after a while, I fall asleep.

But he said that this will, Qinjia Village, Qin Huairu's family.

"I said, Miss Huairu, you are too simple, you have been deceived. It's better to be like this, you still go back with me tomorrow, and if the Jia family doesn't pursue it, they will still marry you. "Aunt Wang is persuading Qin Huairu.

After she came out of the courtyard, she went straight to Qinjia Village to find Qin Huairu and ask her face to face why she wanted to go.

Who knew that Qin Huairu said that she was a liar, and said that she had gotten along with Brother Li in the courtyard, and Ming'er came to propose marriage.

Aunt Wang was a little confused, what's going on with this Brother Li? After asking again and again, he heard Li Zhishui from Qin Huairu's mouth.

However, the original owner was the courtyard that his parents followed into two years ago, and because he was introverted and had less contact with people, Aunt Wang naturally didn't know him.

I also heard Qin Huairu say that Li Zhishui can help her solve her work problems, but she is only a liar.

You know, how tight the jobs in the city are, and many people in the city can't take their turns, not to mention the rural girl she just married.

"No, I still don't like the Jia family, I only marry my big brother Li!" Qin Huairu is not stupid, can that pile of money be fake?

"That's it, Aunt Wang, you are too unkind, you said the Jia family so well, my daughter almost went into the fire pit." On the side, Qin's mother also spoke.

As soon as Qin Huairu got home, she told her everything about the Jia family and Li Zhishui, and at the end, she gave her the 5,000 yuan bill. The money is still hot in her pocket, and she naturally believes in her daughter.

"Let's go, we don't blame you for this, my daughter also fell in love with someone else, Liangqing."

"This ......," Aunt Wang cried angrily. She can see it, and the matter is yellow!

What is this called, the media didn't say it, and took two round-trip fares, bitter. However, I can only blame myself for not going to the thatched house, otherwise, it will not make people rob the road and suffer a dumb loss.

She is also a smart person, and when it comes to this, she knows that it is useless to talk more, so she said hello to the two of them and left by herself.

The mother and daughter of the Qin family were left in place.

"It's really the mouth of a matchmaker, a deceitful ghost, I can't believe it." Qin Mu quenched a sentence.

"That's it, fortunately, Brother Li helped me." Qin Huairu thought so.

"By the way, girl, are you sure that Li Zhishui? Will Ming'er come to propose? Mother Qin was a little worried.

"Yes!" Qin Huairu felt that Li Zhishui was such a kind-faced person that he would not spend 5,000 yuan to deceive her.

Having said that, at this time, Li Zhishui was sleeping soundly.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dark.