The car giant started by marrying the daughter of the king

Chapter 15 You Don't Need to Move
"I don't mean any harm. I just happened to overhear your conversation today."

The old man obviously wanted to have a chat with Jiang Hui and was explaining something.

But at this time Jiang Hui also realized that some things cannot be said casually.

So without waiting for his mother-in-law to reject him again, he said, "I drank a few more glasses today, and I feel a little dizzy. I can't even remember what I said just now."

After saying this, he pulled Zhu Lin up and followed his mother-in-law towards the entrance of the Capital Roast Duck Restaurant.

The old man wanted to catch up, but his companion stopped him and said, "Old Zhou, if you go over there now, they won't say anything. From what we heard from their conversation just now, the young man should be a new employee of the Capital Automobile Factory. If you really want to find him, just go to the factory and look for him."

"Forget it. I just happened to attend a discussion meeting today, and suddenly heard him talk about reform and opening up, and I was touched."

The old man didn't bother about it anymore and sat down with his companions to eat again.

Seeing that they didn't catch up, Fang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, "Xiao Jiang, people's minds are hard to predict. You can say whatever you want at home, but you have to be a little more careful outside."

"You really have to be careful. Trouble comes from your mouth."

Zhu Jiansheng thought about the scene just now and felt a little scared.

It had only been a few years since he resumed work, and he didn't want his favorite student and son-in-law to get into unnecessary trouble.

"Dad, Mom, thanks for your reminder. I will pay attention next time."

Although Jiang Hui didn't think that those bold words would bring him any harm, the two old men meant well, so there was no need to argue.

Living together as a family is not like participating in a debate competition where you have to come to a conclusion on everything.

"The alcohol content of Maotai is quite high. Can you still ride your bike normally?"

After each of them took their bicycles, Fang Zhen glanced at Zhu Jiansheng, whose face was flushed, and looked at Zhu Lin and Jiang Hui with a little concern.

"A bottle of wine weighs only one pound, and each person drank just over three ounces."

Zhu Lin remained calm. She should have the best alcohol tolerance among the group, but she just didn't drink normally.

"Mom, we're fine. I just spoke a few more words because I was touched."

Jiang Hui explained with a smile.

The excuse of "feeling dizzy" just now is a real excuse.

"Okay, let's go back quickly!"

The group of four people, each riding their own bicycle, headed north along Qianmen Street.

There is a saying in old Beijing: "The capital city is dark and gloomy, and it is hard to see the light all year round. Every shop has its doors closed, and the candlelight in the houses is as weak as fireflies. It is often seen that the lights are on in the houses of high officials, and they are flirting with their concubines in their arms."

This should be a true portrayal of Qianmen Street seventy or eighty years ago, but it is very different now.

As night falls and the lights come on, Qianmen Street is gently illuminated by the dim street lights.

Most of the shops on both sides of the street still maintain the traditional architectural style, with wooden doors and windows and bluestone paving.

These faint lights echo the outline lights of the Tiananmen Gate Tower in the distance, adding a bit of mystery and solemnity to this ancient street.

Although the streets are not as crowded as during the day, there is still a constant stream of people.

Most people were dressed simply, with men mostly wearing Mao suits or green military uniforms, and occasionally a few women could be seen wearing floral dresses.

Jiang Hui rode his bike and fell behind Zhu Lin.

There was a unique smell in the air, a mixture of smoke from burning coal and the aroma from street food stalls.

Although this smell is a bit pungent, it is full of the breath of life and the imprint of the times.

Looking up at the sky, a bright moon hangs high in the night sky, casting a faint silver light. Occasionally, a breeze blows, bringing the moist scent of the moat in the distance and the rustling sound of leaves.

In the alleys on both sides of the street, you can occasionally hear dogs barking and children crying. These sounds echo in the night air, making people feel the warmth and intimacy of home.

The ancient courtyards and buildings with blue bricks and gray tiles appear even more quaint and solemn under the dim light.

At this moment, Jiang Hui suddenly became interested in the courtyard house.

Regardless of whether it will appreciate in value in the future, if the two of them own a courtyard house in Chengdong District or Yangchao District, it will be very convenient for both of them to go to work, and they will also have more space to do other things.

It’s not like now where we are squeezed into a dormitory of more than 20 square meters without even a study room.

If you make a little noise when doing things, your neighbors next door will knock on the wall to scare you.

But if you want to buy a courtyard house, you definitely need to have money.

It seems that I have to look for business opportunities when I go to Xinhua Bookstore tomorrow.

Go north all the way, exit Qianqian Street, turn west and enter Qianmen West Street, pass Hepingmen and Xuanwumen, and continue north to Fuxingmen.

At the beginning, a few people chatted with each other from time to time, but later they were busy on their way and didn't talk much.

When I returned to the Capital Institute of Technology’s staff quarters, it was already 10 o’clock in the evening and most people had gone to bed.

My father-in-law's house is in much better condition than the "tube building" of the clinic's dormitory.

Although it is very different from the apartment buildings of later generations, at least there is one’s own bathroom, which solves a very critical problem.

After riding for such a long time, Zhu Lin felt a little tired when he got home, so the couple took a shower and prepared to go to bed.

However, as soon as she lay down, Jiang Hui's hand reached into her clothes and moved around.

"are not you tired?"

Understanding his wife's subtext, Jiang Hui chuckled, "You don't have to move tonight!"

Zhu Lin: ...

The key point is whether I need to move or not?
After giving Jiang Hui a cold look, Zhu Lin had no choice but to let him do what he wanted.

Soon, the not-so-stable bed board began to creak, and Zhu Lin, who was slowly moved, also cooperated.

……

The next morning, the couple slept until after eight o'clock.

My father-in-law and mother-in-law finished their meal and went for a stroll in the school.

I had a greasy meal last night, so today's breakfast is just white porridge, two eggs, and a plate of pickles.

After quickly finishing their meal, the two set off for Xinhua Bookstore as planned.

They rode a bicycle today, and Zhu Lin enjoyed the feeling of sitting on the back seat of Jiang Hui's bicycle.

Although there are many universities in Dianhai District, there are actually not many bookstores.

Fortunately, the only Xinhua Bookstore in the district was not far from the Capital Institute of Technology. Jiang Hui, who was in good physical condition, rode with Zhu Lin for about twenty minutes and they arrived at the destination.

They found a place to store bicycles and parked them. After paying a three cent storage fee, the two entered the Xinhua Bookstore.

"so many people?"

Jiang Hui was a little dumbfounded. He didn't expect the bookstore to be so crowded, as if everyone in the entire Dianhai District came to grab books.

(End of this chapter)