Era: I have a two-world door

Chapter 523: No Regret Medicine
"Oh, yes, yes! Xiaozao, come on, thank you Brother Qingsong!"

Widow Feng quickly agreed upon seeing this.

Anyone who doesn't agree is a fool!

Xiaozao stood beside him, staring with big eyes and hesitated for a moment.

Still, I thanked him softly: "Thank you, Brother Qingsong~"

But after he finished speaking, he looked at his mother and said, "Mom, but...if I leave, won't you be alone in the village?"

Widow Feng smiled indifferently: "It's okay for me to be alone. You're not going to come back in the future. I can come to the city to see you more often. Can't I? Look for yourself. It's not easy to get a job now!
Besides, you have grown up and will get married in the future, so just think of it as getting married in advance."

It was a bit sad at the end.

Seeing this, Xiaozao just stood there in silence.

Wang Qingsong said, "I'll leave the information with Third Grandpa for a while. You can think about it. If you don't want to go, that's fine. If you have thought it through and are willing to go, then take Xiaozao to the commune and the county tomorrow to complete the formalities, and then come to the city to find me."

The permit to relocate and the employment certificate have both been signed.

The rest of the procedure is simple.

Then he said, "Aunt, don't worry. Once Xiaozao settles down in the city, there will be a chance to take you to the city!"

"Huh? Really?"

Xiaozao asked happily.

Widow Feng also had a look of anticipation on her face. Who would want to be separated from their only daughter?
Wang Qingsong nodded: "I'm just saying it's possible. The situation in the city is a little better now. Auntie can go to the city to do odd jobs in the future. Auntie, your craftsmanship is amazing! Making clothes for people, pasting paper boxes, as long as no one reports it to the street office. There is no problem, but it will be a bit harder. Find an opportunity to transfer to the city in the future."

Widow Feng is very skilled in needlework and paper cutting.

It's actually very easy to find work in the city.

Hearing this, Widow Feng said with a smile: "What's so hard about this? Making clothes or paper boxes, which one is not easier than farm work?"

"That's OK!"

Wang Qingsong smiled and then said, "There's nothing else to do. Go ahead and do your work. I won't delay your work."

"Okay, you guys are busy, we'll go back first."

Widow Feng smiled and took Xiaozao away.

After everyone left, Zhao Datian smiled and said, "You spent a lot of money, didn't you?"

Wang Qingsong turned around and said with a smile: "It's nothing, Aunt Feng helped me when I was in the most difficult time, and every bit of help is a plus."

Hearing this, Zhao Datian clicked his tongue.

"Let's go and have a look."

He walked towards the greenhouse while smoking.

……

"Is your Xiaozao really going to work in the city? I just heard it!"

Just as Widow Feng left, women from the village came over.

When we were chatting just now, the other party was picking corn in the field, so he naturally heard the conversation between us.

Widow Feng thought about it and since Wang Qingsong had not asked her to keep it a secret just now, she told him about it.

This caused the villagers to panic.

……

Wang Qingsong and the other person arrived at the place, opened the wooden door, walked in quickly, and closed the door again.

After coming in, the temperature inside is completely different.

It's very warm inside.

It's just a bit stuffy.

The land that was previously empty now has many vegetables sprouting.

Wang Qingsong came over to take a look, and overall the growth trend was pretty good.

Zhao Datian put out his cigarette, squatted on the ground as well, and said with a smile: "These vegetables grow quite fast. Cucumbers and the like may take a little longer. I estimate that celery will be available in large quantities in more than a month. If you want to eat something tender, twenty days or so will be enough."

Wang Qingsong nodded lightly when he heard this.

Looking at the wooden sign next to it, it contains various information such as planting time, temperature, vegetable varieties, etc.

He turned his head and looked at Zhao Datian next to him: "Third Uncle, was this made by Professor Song from the Agricultural University?"

Zhao Datian hummed, "Yeah! They must have some scientific farming method. We have been farming for our whole lives. Don't we know how to grow vegetables? They insisted on coming here. I didn't agree at first, and they even called the director of the commune."

Wang Qingsong smiled when he heard this and said, "It's okay, let them do it, as long as they don't delay things."

"That's true! They are also responsible for the fertilizer for the fields."

Zhao Datian was grinning there, as if he had gotten a huge advantage.

Seeing this, Wang Qingsong just smiled and didn't say anything.

Just don't delay his work.

"Not bad, let's go check out the other greenhouses first."

After walking around inside and making sure there were no major problems, he suggested going somewhere else.

"Hey, good!"

Zhao Datian agreed and took him to another greenhouse.

Overall, there is no problem.

Seeing that it was getting late, Wang Qingsong came out, handed Zhao Datian a cigarette, and said with a smile:

"Third Grandpa, there's no problem. Just manage it as normal. But you have to be careful with the greenhouse. If there's a hole, if it can't be repaired, the vegetables in the entire greenhouse will probably be ruined. You also have to pay attention to the frame and make sure it doesn't collapse, especially when it snows."

He had seen some holes before, but he had patched them up with the glue and greenhouse scraps he had left.

I still gave him a careful reminder.

Zhao Datian took the cigarette and agreed with a smile: "I know, I won't delay your work."

Wang Qingsong hummed, then thought of something and asked, "By the way, Third Grandpa, how are your pigs this year? Can you spare a few?"

He had already informed Zhao Datian about the pork matter.

The number of pigs he was asked to report was the number of pigs raised for the factory.

Because there are regulations for raising pigs here. If you buy 9, you have to keep 1. If you buy ten, you can keep one, but this one is for the members to eat.

The entire production team did not raise many pigs.

If it weren't for the fact that they were raised in the factory, there would be no way to keep them.

Zhao Datian smiled and said, "Don't worry, I've left three for you. Come and get them at the end of the year!"

Wang Qingsong smiled and said, "No need. As long as it's there, I'll pull it myself when the time comes."

After saying that, he smiled and thought of something, "By the way, Third Grandpa, I might get a few pigs from other places for the factory, and then hang them in our village, okay? Don't let anyone know about this."

"Don't worry! This is only my business, no one else will know."

Zhao Datian was there to guarantee it.

Don't ask why.

Even if Wang Qingsong was really reselling, he would admit it.

If it weren’t for Wang Qingsong, the first half of the year would have been really hard to endure.

Wang Qingsong smiled when he heard this: "That's good, let's go!"

Then the two of them walked towards the village.

He was also explaining some things on the way.

"Wang Qingsong!"

While I was thinking, I heard an angry voice.

Sun Xiuhe came running over angrily.

Wang Qingsong raised his eyebrows, looked at the people watching the excitement nearby, and instantly understood what was going on.

Probably because of work.

There were people in the field when they were chatting just now, so there was no need for him to avoid them.

really.

Then Sun Xiuhe pinched her waist and said, "Wang Qingsong, you can get the job, why don't you give it to our Wang Ping? Give it to Widow Feng's girl."

Wang Qingsong looked at her and smiled: "Oh? Why should I give it to you?"

"Your mother is gone, but I raised you and your sister, didn't I? No matter what, you can't tell whether Wang An is your father's child or not, or which family he is related to!"

Wang Qingsong laughed when he heard this: "Don't be so high-sounding. You can survive with your child alone. This is my home. Now you know whose family you are talking about?
Why didn't you say anything when my sister was hungry and swollen?

My sister only eats water, and you eat thick porridge. Why don’t you say anything?

Why didn't you say anything when you were stealing eggs there?
Why didn't you talk about kissing when you asked Wang Ping to beat me?

Now tell me which family you are related to?
Where is your face? "

By the end, the smile had disappeared.

Sun Xiuhe was choked by these words and didn't know how to refute.

Seeing this, Wang Qingsong continued to shout, "If it hadn't happened before, I would definitely find a way to get you all into the city. Do you have the nerve to bring this up now? As for Wang An, he is my father's child. When he grows up, if he is still a bit benign, I can consider it."

After all, Wang An is his father's child.

If you really encounter any big difficulties, he can help.

The premise is to see the other party's attitude towards him.

But what Sun Xiuhe said was right. She did take care of the household after she came home.

So after he became rich, he didn't do anything to this family, even though Wang Ping later became a tractor driver, he didn't try to trip him up. Otherwise, the result would not be like this.

At this time, everyone else in the village was whispering to each other.

Wang Qingsong looked at the somewhat embarrassed Widow Feng and said with a smile: "Aunt, the formalities have been completed. Remember to come to the factory to find me! I have something else to do, so I will go back first."

Widow Feng was there agreeing.

Seeing this, Wang Qingsong said to Zhao Datian, "Third Grandpa, things are almost done, so I will go back first. If you have anything else, please send me a telegram or call me."

"Oh, okay! Go ahead and get busy!"

Zhao Datian agreed.

Seeing this, Wang Qingsong was too lazy to argue with the other party, so he pushed the bike to a road that was easier to walk on, and rode away.

After everyone left, Zhao Datian looked at Sun Xiuhe and shook his head: "Who are you blaming? Come on, you all have nothing to do? Go get some work."

Following his shout, everyone dispersed and went to work.

……

It was late when Wang Qingsong came out of the countryside, and by the time he rode his bike back home, it was already six o'clock.

"Why are you back so late?"

Liang Chunxiao was busy cooking. When she saw him come back, she asked with a smile.

"Oh, I had a lot to do today, so I just ran a lap..."

Wang Qingsong told what happened today with a smile.

When she heard that he was looking for a job for a girl named Xiaozao, she frowned and said, "It's hard to get a job quota nowadays. If you want to give it to someone, give it to your relative! Why did you give it to her?"

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Wang Qingsong explained: "In the past..."

Talk about previous experiences.

Then he said, "Although Aunt Feng didn't help me a lot, at least she helped me at a critical moment. I will naturally help if I can. It's not a big deal."

Seeing him say that, Liang Chunxiao frowned and said, "Why is your stepmother like this? But it is true. After all, the past few years have been difficult, and everyone is thinking about their own children."

Then he smiled and said, "Okay, you decide! You got the job yourself anyway."

Wang Qingsong smiled and looked into the pot and said, "What are we eating today?"

"Noodles with soybean paste! It will be ready in a moment. Go and drain some of the soybean paste for the noodles."

"Hey, good!"

Wang Qingsong agreed with a smile and went into the house.

At this time, there was a bowl of fried noodles with soybean paste topping in the room. I went to the cupboard and found the Erba sauce I bought last time.

Add a little oil and mix it there.

Liang Chunxiao was outside cutting cucumbers, carrots, and making some bean sprouts.

He came back late to begin with, and at other families someone had stayed home to cook and had already started eating.

After a while, Liang Chunxiao started to scoop up the noodles.

"Xiaomi, it's time to eat!"

He shouted to Xiaomai who was playing in the yard.

Upon hearing this, Xiaomai naturally ran back quickly.

Looking at the full pot of meat sauce, Wang Qingsong looked outside and laughed softly, "No one asked, right?"

With so much fried sauce, people will definitely ask about it in the future.

I made a lot this time, and now that the weather is cooler, it can be kept for a long time.

Liang Chunxiao chuckled, "Of course! They said they would put so much meat in the noodles. I told them it was tofu, and when they weren't paying attention I put all the minced meat you gave me in. It'll last for many days."

Wang Qingsong smiled and said, "That's fine. Eat more. I'll secretly add some fried sauce to it later."

"Hey, good!"

I agreed and then had my meal there.

After dinner, Wang Qingsong wanted to go to bed early and then go to the United States.

Because today is Monday, and it is also the last day. As long as we get through today, we will be safe.

He still needs to watch.

The main thing is that the position was liquidated and tens of millions were lost.

Then all his efforts this year would be wasted, and he would have to start all over again.

Although he can afford to lose, he doesn't want to lose everything.

But there are always people who come to visit when they have nothing to do.

"Chunxiao!"

As they were talking, a woman in elegant clothes walked in and greeted them with a smile.

It was Wang Huaian’s daughter-in-law, Song Rujin.

When the other person came over, he said with a smile: "Chunxiao! Thank you for what happened today! Come, Xiaomai, have some candy."

He was polite to Liang Chunxiao, then handed some White Rabbit tea to Xiaomai.

Seeing this, Xiaomai looked at her brother.

Wang Qingsong felt that they were all from the same village, so he smiled and nodded: "Thank you, sister."

"Thank you sister!"

Xiaomai agreed and took it.

Song Ruijin laughed cheerfully and said, "My children are older than Xiaomai. I feel uncomfortable when they call me sister!"

Which woman doesn't want to be called younger?

Wang Qingsong smiled when he saw this.

The other person was only a few years older than his eldest brother, and it always felt awkward to call her aunt.

Then we chatted there.

Wang Qingsong didn't feel anything at first, as the other party was just chatting.

But after a while, he felt something was wrong.

Song Rujin always inquires about Liang Chunxiao's father, Han Youjun.

Although the other party was very vague and still beat around the bush, he still stopped at the point and did not ask excessive questions.

But the caution he had developed over such a long time still made him feel strange.

"Is it my own illusion?"

Wang Qingsong muttered to himself, and subconsciously became more cautious.

Interject and chat from time to time.

But after chatting for a while, he also asked around and the other party spoke very clearly without hiding anything.

After chatting for a while, the other party finally said hello and left.

After everyone left, Liang Chunxiao started to pack up and said with a smile, "Song Ruijin is a very kind-hearted person. I just helped her bring some things from the department store. I'm just being polite."

Wang Qingsong smiled: "Maybe!"

Unable to find the reason, he didn't think too much about it. After all, people like this who come in and settle down in the mainland have to go through layers of verification.

He has important things to do!
I hurried to wash up.

After finishing, Wang Qingsong was about to go to bed.

Suddenly, a question came to my mind.

Looking at Liang Chunxiao who was about to go to the next door, he asked, "Oh, by the way, Chunxiao, I want to ask you something!"

"What's going on?"

"Do you remember the last time I asked you to sell a watch? What month was it?"

Liang Chunxiao pondered for a while before saying, "It seems to be the end of last year? They were still selling after the Chinese New Year, but I don't remember exactly when they stopped selling. What happened?"

Wang Qingsong shook his head when he heard this: "It's okay, I just asked, okay, go to sleep, you still have to go to work tomorrow!"

Liang Chunxiao didn't think much about it and went next door with the things.

Wang Qingsong went over and bolted the door, thinking about it.

He didn't notice anything unusual in Song Rujin's conversation just now, but he just thought of a question.

When the other party is chatting, the time given is very precise.

At best, it's slightly blurry.

For example, around August or September of a certain year.

This is basically the state throughout the whole process.

That's why he asked Liang Chunxiao what he had asked before.

Normal people will more or less forget about past events, and few can remember time clearly.

Forget the big things, she remembers many small things very clearly.

This made him feel unusual.

Of course, it is possible that the person has a good memory and the event is more profound.

Keeping this doubt in his heart and looking at the time, he decided to go to the United States first.

(End of this chapter)