The money was available to Song Yuanchao, although it was not much, it was enough to spend a few months. The Zhang family had helped him so much, so he would definitely not be able to get Zhang Jianguo's money.

It’s not a question of whether to owe favors or not. Although Sun Xia’s aunt is not a bad person, she has a low culture and a low horizon, and she attaches great importance to money. If she knew that Zhang Jianguo secretly gave Song Yuanchao so much money, she would definitely make trouble.

There is nothing we can do about this. In this era, everyone lives a tight life, even if it is a big city like Shanghai and Shanghai. Song Yuanchao did not want to cause conflicts between Zhang Jianguo and his wife because of this, let alone this happened in his previous life.

Song Yuanchao's firm refusal made Zhang Jianguo a little helpless. After thinking about it, Zhang Jianguo could only draw out more than ten Datong from the envelope and leave some food coupons and other notes.

"Uncle knows that you have grown up and men have ambition and want to rely on themselves. This is a good thing." Zhang Jianguo said seriously: "Since you are not short of money now, I won't say much. These uncles will help you collect them first. If the money is not enough, just tell my uncle, and I can't take them out if I have too much, so it's okay to save them. But you just came back and didn't get anything in your household registration. You should collect these food coupons first. After all, life is still necessary."

This time, Song Yuanchao did not refuse anymore. He readily put away the bills handed over by Zhang Jianguo. As Zhang Jianguo said, he had just returned to Shanghai, and he only had ten kilograms of national food coupons that he had finally received in the northwest. These ten kilograms of national food coupons were not available for a few days in Shanghai. The bills he gave were exactly what he needed most.

"My mother told me that you will find a job when your household registration is completed." Seeing that Song Yuanchao put away the bills, Zhang Jianguo gave up his heart and said with a smile: "I will go for a trip in the next few days and ask where to get in. Don't worry, it will take some time to get out of the household registration anyway."

"Thank you uncle, but..." Since Zhang Jianguo mentioned this, Song Yuanchao thought about it and said to him clearly: "Uncle, you don't need to go to work for the time being, I have other plans."

"Plan? What are the plans?" Zhang Jianguo asked in surprise.

"I'm going to go to my dad's unit tomorrow."

"Why are you going there? You don't want to make trouble with them?" Zhang Jianguo thought of Song Guangzeng at the first time. The fuse of Song Guangzeng's death was because of Song Guangzeng's incident at school. Song Yuanchao came back this time and was going to go to school to make trouble. Although the atmosphere is not as tense as in previous years, it is still very serious. Song Yuanchao is young and energetic, and once it causes big trouble, it will be more costly.

Just when Zhang Jianguo was about to persuade him, Song Yuanchao shook his head and said his plan.

"Don't worry, uncle, I won't make trouble." Seeing that Zhang Jianguo had finished smoking, Song Yuanchao quickly took the post and handed it to him, and took the initiative to lit a match to help Zhang Jianguo ignite it.

"Everyone knows about my father. Now that the national policy has changed, my father has always had an explanation for the grievances he suffered back then. If I don't help, I will always have to implement the policy, right?"

Song Yuanchao looked aside and stayed on the photo on the dressing table: "My father worked hard in school for so many years and has always worked hard. Even if he doesn't say that his students are all over the world, he has taught many outstanding students. As a school, he always has to have a result for my father's affairs. I can't let my father wear a stinky hat there."

After a pause, Song Yuanchao said again: "According to the new policy that the country has just issued, my father's implementation of the policy is in compliance with the regulations. Moreover, before my parents passed away, I responded to the national call and stayed in the northwest for so many years. This time, my father's unit should help me arrange work, and from this point of view, it is reasonable to replace my children."

"This makes some sense." Zhang Jianguo nodded after hearing Song Yuanchao's explanation, but asked a little worriedly: "But Aiding Korea, this substitution was given to his children when the old man was there, but your father has passed away for so many years, and the school is not an ordinary enterprise. Can they agree?"

"Try it. Even if you don't agree to replace me, it's always okay to implement the policy for my dad? There's no harm in trying it. What if it's true? Besides, there's still some time to get a household registration. If it really doesn't work, it's time for you to contact other jobs."

Zhang Jianguo thought about it and thought that Song Yuanchao's words made sense. If this matter could be done, it would be good.

After all, Song Guangzeng was still a teacher in the school before his death. His problem was the historical problems caused by special eras. Now the whole country is rectifying the situation and implementing the policy reasonably.

Secondly, if Song Yuanchao could replace Song Guangzeng to work in school, it would be very good even if he was an ordinary teacher. This would be a serious job.

There are too many educated youth returning to the city now, and it is too difficult to find a job. Even if Zhang Jianguo finds someone to rely on his relationship, Zhang Jianguo is not sure. At most, he can only find a temporary job for Song Yuanchao. As for the formal worker Zhang Jianguo, he has no ability at all, otherwise Sun Xia would not have worked in a street factory.

"Aid Korea, you have grown up. People say that going to the countryside to train people is not wrong at all. Now you are considering the problem more comprehensively than me, good! Very good!"

Looking at Song Yuanchao, Zhang Jianguo's face was filled with relief, but his heart was faintly painful for Song Yuanchao.

The child left home at the age of sixteen and went to the countryside thousands of miles away. He left for eight years.

At present, parents are gone, and relatives are even more unreliable. They have to live alone in the future. When Zhang Jianguo came, he was worried that Song Yuanchao would become decadent and lose his belief in life.

But now, his concern was gone. Song Yuanchao in front of him was much stronger than he thought, and the rationality and considerations that Song Yuanchao showed made him feel relieved.

"Uncle, I saw Xiao Pingping when I came back today. I haven't congratulated you on having a daughter yet. By the way, what's Xiao Haozi now? He's in the second grade now?"

"Yes, second grade, and in a few months it will be third grade." When Song Yuanchao mentioned his son Zhang Hao, Zhang Jianguo smiled: "You haven't seen this guy yet. He didn't know that he didn't call anyone when you left, but now he's so naughty. He's causing trouble outside every few days and fighting with classmates. The school teacher calls his parents every week."

"What about academic performance? How about it?" Song Yuanchao asked with a smile.

Zhang Jianguo sighed and shook his head, "I can only say that he is careless, long live the sixty. This kid is smart, but he just refuses to work hard, playful, and always causes trouble. I am so angry that I don't know how many times I beat him up and never change it."

"It's okay, it's okay, boys are like this. Is that boy not a slut? Wasn't I also a slut when I was a child?" Song Yuanchao comforted Zhang Jianguo with a smile.

When Zhang Jianguo heard Song Yuanchao say this, he burst into laughter and pointed at him and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, you stinky brat was even more naughty when you were a child. I remember that when you were in the fourth grade, you used a slingshot to break the glass of No. 9. That day, someone came to complain, and your father was so angry that he beat you up. The whole alley was filled with your howlings. Later, my mother came forward to rescue you, the kid."

"I'm still talking!" Song Yuanchao gave Zhang Jianguo annoyed and said, "If you want to say that the culprit of this matter is uncle, you are good, this slingshot is made by you, and you are also instigating the shot of glass. If you don't help after the accident, you'll still watch the fun. You're watching my dad beat me up and don't come to help me. When I think of this, I'm so angry..."

"Hahaha!" Zhang Jian patted his thighs and laughed so hard that even tears came out. He pointed at Song Yuanchao and shook his head repeatedly. Song Yuanchao was also smiling at this time. In this cheerful laughter, it seemed that he had returned to the time of the past at the same time.

That night, Zhang Jianguo and Song Yuanchao chatted for a long time and talked about a lot of past events. Until it was getting late, Zhang Jianguo picked up his lunch box and stood up and left.

After sending Zhang Jianguo out, Song Yuanchao returned to the upper floor. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

In this era, people basically have no nightlife. After about 8:30, everyone went to bed early. At 10:00, the joint defense team outside began to patrol at a fixed location. If they were still wandering outside, there was no legitimate reason for not doing it well, they would be caught by the joint defense team as a bad person and went to the police station.

Lying on the bed, the shouts of "The sky is dry, be careful of the fire candle" came vaguely in my ears, accompanied by the sound of the old man and the old man shaking the bell.

The sound from far to near, and from near to far. Before he knew it, Song Yuanchao gradually fell asleep. On the first night of returning to Shanghai and the first night of his return to this era, Song Yuanchao slept extremely sweetly.
Chapter completed!