Chapter 6 The Bad Wife in the 1950s (6)

In order to send her away as soon as possible, Wang Xianbing added: "The canteen is newly built, and many people have already inquired about recruitment information. The quota is extremely rare. If you miss this time, it will be difficult to get a position with such a good salary."

Everyone knows that the cafeteria is the richest in food and water. At least there is enough food for three meals a day and there is no shortage of meat! From time to time, employees can pack some extra ingredients and eat them.

Lin Jin also climbed out of bed, opened the door and said something persuasive: "These days, if someone's relatives work in the canteen, they will be of a higher standard, not to mention Comrade Zhu himself works in the canteen!"

This couple really showed up to send gifts to the Buddha.

Zhu Yun pouted, "Okay, let's forget about work and household registration."

Wang Xianbing and Lin Jin looked at each other and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. They could not help complaining about Mrs. Wang. They could not live a good life and got such a thing for their family.

Afraid that Zhu Yun would regret it, Wang Xianbing and others went straight to the canteen office to register, took the letter of introduction issued by the unit, and then went to the household registration department to register.

"Is this enough?" Zhu Yun asked worriedly as she watched the staff transcribing information on a form and stamping a few seals.

In the original article, the old lady of the Wang family took the original owner's household registration, took him back to her hometown, and married the lame and blind old widower.

She is not afraid of this, but having her own independent household registration can save her a lot of trouble!

"Of course, I will mail the household registration application letter to the place of your household registration later. When your household registration is mailed over there, the settlement here will be considered complete. We will tell you through the loudspeaker then." The staff member said.

He replied without looking up.

After leaving the house, Wang Xianbing took her out of the west gate of the factory without stopping and arrived at Tianhe Commune.

The Tianhe Commune's social office was not here originally, but the establishment of the machinery factory boosted the economy and development of the entire commune, so the social office rebuilt a row of red brick two-story buildings directly opposite the west gate of the machinery factory.

The Social Affairs Office also shrewdly went to the superiors to apply for a comprehensive service system such as supply and marketing cooperatives, state-owned hotels, post offices, etc., and wanted to share tens of thousands of employees and family members with brother units in the factory!

Wang Xianbing is wearing gray-green work clothes. He is a technician in the factory. When others see him, he is called "worker".

The eyes of the vice-president, who walked around holding an enamel jar every day, lit up, and he stepped forward to greet him. He chuckled: "Comrade, are you here to do something?"

Wang Xianbing smiled and pointed at Zhu Yun to express his intention.

The vice president was very enthusiastic. He thrust the enamel jar into the hands of the clerk and took them for a walk behind the two-story building of the club office.

After bypassing the small building, there is a large square courtyard with green-gray bricks and tiles behind it. It must have been built by everyone together. Regardless of the materials, size, and layout, there is not much difference.

Many houses have been rented or sold, and some houses still have double happiness stickers on the outside.

There are many employees in the factory, but there are only a few dozen family buildings. Although the factory has only been built three years ago and the courtyard here has just been built a year ago, 90% of them have already been moved in.

This is the outskirts of Kyoto. After the rapid economic development, the city center has been encircling the outer areas again and again. Sooner or later, this place will be included in the Fourth Ring Road.

Period literature is in hot demand, and Zhu Yun, who has always been busy on the modern and ancient dialect channels, is inevitably pulled by her colleagues to popularize various ways to make a fortune. Hoarding a courtyard house is guaranteed to make money!

Zhu Yun took a fancy to the courtyard farthest from the factory. Because there were no other houses nearby, the courtyard was half the size of the others. In addition to the three main rooms, there were two more wing rooms, two east and west wing rooms, and three side rooms.

There is a well in the yard. There are jujube trees, apple trees, peach trees, and a grapevine in the yard!

The vice president praised the house again.

Wang Xianbing nodded, made an appointment with the landlord, and talked privately about exchanging temporary workers for a house.

The two parties argued for a long time, and finally resolved the matter perfectly by upgrading the temporary workers to regular workers.

After having dinner at a state-owned hotel, they went through the process without stopping.

The real estate certificate was issued on the spot. Wang Xianbing did not rest and asked Zhu Yun to clean the house. Then he went home on his bicycle and delivered her few luggage in one trip.

"You sign this agreement, and when the money comes back from home, we can really talk things over." Wang Xianbing put the paper and pen on the table.

His face was red and his neck was thick, he was panting and sweating profusely, and he couldn't wait to send the god of plague away without taking a breath. It was hard to watch!

Zhu Yun raised her eyebrows and held the paper, reading word by word slowly. It should have been written by Lin Jin. The words could only be called delicate. Her three requirements were written on it, and there was a list of one and a half of them.

In general, the two families are strangers and cannot be involved in the future. Even if she encounters difficulties in life and work in the future, she can only go to the leader, not Wang Xianbing.

When Wang Xianbing couldn't stand it anymore, she sneered, fixed her eyes on the figure of two thousand and three hundred, and signed her name readily.

Then when she frowned and looked dissatisfied with her crooked signature, Wang Xianbing quickly took out the letter paper, threw down the five hundred yuan, said he would send the remaining money back, and ran away with his car.

Zhu Yun chuckled, too naive, isn't it?

The material balance was barely evened out, but there was still seven years of mental torture, right?

She is a petty person, even if it was the original owner who allowed her to have memories, she also feels the same way. If she doesn't get back her original rights with interest, she has no face to mess around in the Space-Time Management Bureau!

The previous landlord was a man who knew how to get things done. He had already cleaned the house to a minimum, and even the simple furniture in the house had not been removed.

Zhu Yun took a look at the original owner's luggage, which included a set of thin bedding, a few pieces of clothing, a particularly intimidatingly large biscuit box and a can of malted milk. In fact, it was empty except for a bottom.

At this time, Lin Jin was still doing superficial things, she curled her lips.

Zhu Yun couldn't bear the thought that she still had lice and fleas, so she took the money and went out to make it.

After getting her hair cut and buying things for her home, she realized that she had been careless. She couldn't do anything if she had money but no bills!

Fortunately, she had a job in a canteen, so she shamelessly asked the vice president to get her involved, and bought clothes, spices, snacks, rice and noodles, pots and pans, stoves, etc. at high prices on credit.

Zhu Yun washed herself, put on new clothes, wiped lice medicine on her head, and wrapped it in an old towel with many holes in it.

She had just left the house and was going to the kitchen to get something to eat.

A sister-in-law next door heard the sound of the door opening. She stood on tiptoe and smiled and handed over a plate through the 1.5-meter wall: "Comrade Xiao Zhu, you haven't started a party yet, have you? We have baked some fried cakes at home, take it and try it."

taste."

The light yellow and crispy cake exudes the appealing aroma of oil.

Zhu Yun was surprised and took it with a smile, "Thank you, sister-in-law. My name is Zhu Yun. We will be neighbors from now on. Comrade Xiao Zhu is too unfamiliar. If you don't mind, please call me Sister Yun."

"Okay, my husband is Tan Zhiming, my name is Lin Hongxue, and everyone calls me Sister-in-law Tan." Sister-in-law Tan pointed to the people in the yard.

Zhu Yun is 1.65 meters tall and can see the scene in the yard without much effort.

Tan Zhiming was dark and strong, looking honest and honest. He grinned at her and nodded: "Sister Zhu Yun, come and play at home when you have time. Your sister-in-law has just arrived."

She responded with a smile.

On the other side, with his back to her, sat a man with a short hair. Just looking at his upright sitting posture, his wide shoulders and narrow waist under the overalls, and his cold aura, Zhu Yun dared to conclude that this man was definitely good-looking.

Awesome little meat!

Feeling her burning eyes, the man turned around and saw that his face was fair and cold, with sharp edges and corners, his eyes were narrow and sharp, and his thin lips revealed his inherent nobility and coolness.

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However, he regarded her as nothing and turned his head away with an expressionless expression...

Zhu Yun took a deep breath. She was always tolerant and generous towards beauties. She smiled and said to Sister-in-law Tan, "Sister-in-law, I will wash the dishes after eating and bring them to you."

"There's no rush, no rush," Sister-in-law Tan waved her hand, "There are guests at home today. Sister-in-law will invite you to our house for dinner later!"

The wheat grown on the land without any pollution was fragrant and strong. She swallowed a plate of pancakes without any need for pickles.

After making a cup of malted milk, Zhu Yun sighed with satisfaction. Food was the driving force for her to complete her mission!
Chapter completed!