Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

In the past, Lin Nianhe only wanted to make money, make money, make money, and after a few years, he would ride the wind and become a rich generation.

After meeting so many people and so many things, Lin Nianhe wants to be a gardener and dig out the most beautiful gardens for the flowers and bones of the motherland; waves.

She has seen too many weak but powerful people, and she has also seen too much helplessness and heartache.

It was this era that healed her, and she should repay Qiongju.

No one can tell her thoughts, so she can only pretend to be a cultural person who has read too much to prevaricate Lin's father.

Father Lin frowned so worriedly that he persuaded her: "Hehe, I can tell that the folks here are very nice, and the captain always praises you, but you can't stay in the country forever? You don't want to Have you eaten roast duck? Boiled mutton? Don’t you eat the jam pie and sausage at the Moscow restaurant?"

"Okay, take a step back and say, you don't want to eat these, so you don't want to go home? Look at the place where you live now. It's not convenient to take a shower, and the weather is cold... Your mother bought it for you a few days ago I wore a light brown woolen coat and small leather shoes, which look great! And the skirt at home, don’t you want to wear it?”

"Daughter, you are still young, and now you have a passion for blood, but these nine cold winters, you have been in poor health since you were a child, and you can't get the best treatment if you get sick here..."

Lin Nianhe said slowly: "Drinking ice for ten years, it's hard to cool your blood."

Father Lin: "...!"

Comrade Lao Lin was really anxious, and his voice was raised by an octave: "Then tell me, what do you want to do? Have you always been an educated youth here?"

Lin Nianhe blinked, shrunk his shoulders and pursed his mouth. He didn't speak, but just looked at Papa Lin eagerly.

A poor look of being terrified.

Father Lin immediately regretted it.

He quickly got up, stretched out his hand to pat her on the back to comfort her, and coaxed: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Dad is wrong, I scared you."

Lin Nianhe leaned against Papa Lin's arms as if he had no bones, looked up at him and said, "Father, I really don't want to go back to the city now. I work as a teacher at school, so I don't have to work in the fields at all... and the village primary school just opened Soon there will only be one teacher per grade, and I don’t want kids to come to school only to find their teacher has run away.”

Father Lin sighed and asked, "What about you in the future? Could it be that you really plan to be a teacher here for the rest of your life?"

Lin Nianhe tugged at Papa Lin's sleeve, and said seriously, "Father, I want to go to university, not the University of Workers, Peasants and Soldiers, but the kind of university you went to."

Lin's father looked at the tip of his heart with complicated eyes: "Your father studied in the Army Military Academy."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

I can't talk anymore today.

Lin Xinjian's expression froze for a moment, and then she began to snark: "I don't care, I just don't go to the art troupe, I want to go to university, I want to take the Peking University exam!"

My daughter was messing around, and Father Lin sighed.

"Hehe, it's not certain when the college entrance examination will resume. You can't wait forever, can you?"

A cunning flashed in Lin Nianhe's eyes, and she stretched out three fingers to Papa Lin: "Three years, I will wait for three years. If the college entrance examination has not resumed by then, I will follow your arrangement, okay?"

Now it is the end of 75. In October 77, the college entrance examination will be resumed, the exam will be in December of the same year, and the entrance examination will be in March of 12.

Lin Nianhe said for three years, mainly because he didn't want to predict too accurately, so as not to arouse suspicion.

"This……"

Father Lin hesitated.

Now the situation is changing rapidly, and he is not sure when the college entrance examination will resume.

"Father," Lin Nianhe saw that his expression was loose, and immediately took advantage of the victory to pursue, "Even if there is nothing in the end, I'm just 20 years old, and everything is still in time."

She put her arms around Papa Lin's neck, shaking and acting like a baby: "You don't want your only daughter to end up regretting all her life, do you?"

Papa Lin's mind went blank after being embraced by his daughter.

He patted Lin Nianhe on the head and said, "Then go home and wait, you can study hard too, and our family doesn't need you to earn that little salary. Besides, if the village school is gone, you still open?"

Lin Nianhe: "Don't tell me, really don't tell me, the village school will leave without me."

Father Lin: "..."

Dad Lin didn't believe this at all.

He saw it all last night. There are so many educated youths in the educated youth spot, how can there be no teachers?

Lin Nianhe wrung his fingers and added, "Not only is the village school gone, I have to leave, but if I go back to the capital, Uncle Huang will also have to stop to earn foreign exchange with the textile factory's head flowers."

Father Lin: "...?"

As a person who aspires to be a rich generation, Lin Nianhe still has some experience in observing the situation.

For example, now, the only person who can help her persuade Comrade Lao Lin to let her stay is Minister Huang.

It is impossible for Li Dahe and the others. Uncle Captain always thinks that the only way to be good to her is to send her back to the city; it is even more impossible for Su Yuncheng, he wished she could go back to the capital to live a good life without wind or rain.

Only Uncle Huang——

"What are you talking about? Are these head flowers drawn by Lin Wazi? Don't fool me!"

Wang Xiao and Director Ji nodded at the same frequency: "It's Xiao Lin's painting! And our head flowers have already signed a monthly supply agreement with the provincial capital supply and marketing cooperative for [-] pieces!"

They coincidentally did not mention that Director Zhai only signed for one month.

Minister Huang's eyes widened, and he looked at Lin Nianhe in disbelief, as if seeing her for the first time.

Lin Nianhe took out the new samples that Wen Lan and Aunt Zhao had made in the past two days, and said, "Uncle Huang, take a look at these hair flower samples. They are designed after I heard that you want to sell hair flowers in the Friendship Store." It looks like time is a bit tight, and I haven't had time to prepare suitable materials, so you can make do with it."

Minister Huang took it over and looked at it carefully, and nodded again and again: "Right, when I receive foreign guests, I see that they wear similar to these! Yaoer, how can you know this?"

"I've read some books before, and the description is like this." Lin Nianhe smiled naively.

"My dear girl, you are very fierce." Minister Huang sighed.

He put a few flowers on the table, turned to Father Lin and said, "Binghui, your youngest son can't go to the Art Troupe, come to the Ministry of Foreign Trade!"

Father Lin's brain hurts.

Return to the Ministry of Foreign Trade?His daughter now just wants to take root in the black land... huh?Ministry of Foreign Trade?If Lin Nianhe can be coaxed back to the capital, it doesn't matter if he is the Ministry of Foreign Trade or the Art Troupe!Anywhere will do!
Father Lin regained his energy immediately, and his headache stopped. He looked at Lin Nianhe with burning eyes and asked, "Hehe, how about going to the Ministry of Foreign Trade? With you, Uncle Huang, no one dares to bully you!"

Lin Nianhe blinked his eyes: "Will going to the Ministry of Foreign Trade delay my admission to Peking University?"

"Don't delay! When the college entrance examination resumes, I will let you, Uncle Huang, let you go!" Father Lin said loudly.

"That's good."

Lin Nianhe smiled like a flower.

The corner of Father Lin's mouth rose uncontrollably. Before he could laugh out loud, he heard his daughter say again:

"But Uncle Huang, I'm still too young. I don't know anything if you put me directly in the Ministry of Foreign Trade! I think I should start at the grassroots level, why not start with the foreign trade business of the textile factory!"

Father Lin: "...!"

His daughter really wanted to take root in the vast black land, and even the Ministry of Foreign Trade couldn't tempt her anymore.