In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

Han Ying helped prepare the bicycle ticket and industrial voucher, Song Hongguo only paid for it, and soon, the formalities were completed, and the brand new Phoenix bicycle belonged to her.

The two of them worked together to lift the car down from the third floor to the first floor. Along the way, they received many envious and jealous looks. Han Ying got used to it, but Song Hongguo's scalp felt numb from seeing it, and she felt that what she was lifting was not a bicycle. Instead, she was holding a golden doll that laid eggs and swaggering through the market, as if the next second, someone would pounce on her and snatch her up.

Because of her strong psychological quality, she was a little scared, and she was relieved when she got out of the department store.

Han Ying teased, "Are you afraid of such a battle? When you ride back to the village, you will be surrounded by a group of people. You can't beat the enthusiasm. That feeling, tsk tsk..."

Song Hongguo went in and thought about it, and suddenly shivered, "Isn't it just buying a car, what about it?"

Han Ying said exaggeratedly, "Not to mention the countryside, even the workers in the city. It's not easy to buy a bicycle. It's not that there is a shortage of money, but that there is no ticket. Do you know how many tickets our factory issues every year? One hundred tickets, more than 1 employees, only one hundred tickets are issued, do you think it is not enough? It is only about ten tickets distributed to subordinate units or branch factories, and anyone will offend others, so the practice is to draw lots , Whoever draws it counts, it's like a stroke of luck."

Song Hongguo rubbed her brows, "Okay, it's because I don't know much."

Han Ying shook her head, and said inexplicably, "It's not that you have little knowledge, it's that you have too much knowledge. In the eyes of others, such a large bicycle must be very rare. If you can buy it at home, you have to think about it. It takes half a year to make up your mind, how can it be like you? It’s like going to the cafeteria to buy a meal, you just take out money to buy it, you don’t have to think about it at all, one hundred and eighty, to be honest, it’s me, I have to think about it for a few nights Woolen cloth."

Song Hongguo's eyes flickered, "Who said I didn't think about it? Ever since you told me, I've been thinking about it. Didn't you see that I carry so much money with me? I've been preparing for it all at once. I feel bad for taking out so much, okay? Nearly five months’ salary, excluding food and drink, I have to save for a year.”

After Han Ying heard the words, she found a sense of reality, and then she continued, "My adoptive father used to have one, but when I came here, I couldn't take it away, so I sold it. There is also a house, which my adoptive father also saved over the years. I bought some money and left it to me in the end, speaking of it, I have a lot of money on hand, if you need money in the future, you can tell me if there is more, 100 or [-] is no problem."

Hearing this, the doubt in Han Ying's heart dissipated even more, and she nodded readily, "Okay, I won't be polite to you then."

These days, who would be willing to borrow money from others? Those who can take the initiative to say that are definitely true friends. Although Han Ying is not short of money, he is also very moved.

When the two were about to separate, Song Hongguo thought about it, and decided to remind her, so she told Yang Rongyue that she had received gifts for two consecutive days. The factory spread.

Sure enough, Han Ying didn't know. After hearing about it, she was first shocked, then gossiped, and finally became excited, "It must not have been given by Meng Jiao's uncle. Others don't know, and they can still be fooled by her, and I can't figure it out." The Meng family that Yang Rongyue married before was in Daliu Village in the Jinjin Commune next door. I had someone check it earlier. Although the Meng family was considered well-to-do in the village, they only ate one more dry food than the others. Later, Meng Jiao After her biological father is gone, the Meng family can't do it, otherwise Yang Rongyue can take her daughter to remarry so happily? How much affection can she have for the Meng family? "

"In these years, she has no contact with that end at all, especially as my father's position is getting higher and higher, she is even more reluctant to be mentioned about the past, Meng Jiao is also, there is a county magistrate What a face her stepfather has, she doesn't like those poor relatives in her hometown, and she won't go back during the Chinese New Year, how can she still miss a white-eyed wolf like her?"

"Even if I miss it, I wouldn't be willing to give away so many pastries, clothes and shoes. If the Meng family really wants to be so rich, it's good. Maybe they can hook Meng Jiao away from my family."

"So, since it's not the Meng family, then who could it be? The man's handwriting is for food and clothing. This is a show where a man is courteous to a woman. Could it be that someone has taken a fancy to Yang Rongyue and secretly expressed his affection for her?" It's not impossible, she's only forty, and she usually pays attention to maintenance, that face can still be seen, if it's true, then my dad..."

The more she talked, the brighter her eyes became.

Song Hongguo reminded silently, "If it's true, then your father's hair will be a little green. Why are you so happy?"

Han Ying restrained her excitement and said, "Why am I unhappy? Hmph, I've long wanted to rip off Yang Rongyue's hypocritical face. If she really messes around outside, my dad will be ashamed and angry, but if I can take advantage of this It's also a good thing to see her true face, maybe you can get divorced, no, my dad definitely doesn't know, I have to talk to him tonight."

Song Hongguo reminded, "It's best not to use your mouth to talk about this."

Han Ying was puzzled, "Why?"

Song Hongguo said, "Regardless of whether this matter is true or not, your father will feel ashamed if you say it out of your mouth, and may even anger you. Moreover, I reckon Yang Rongyue will definitely not sit still. If she thinks about it, it is reasonable The explanation made your father believe her? Then, what will happen to you, the one who spread the word behind your back? If Yang Rongyue blames him again, and says that you are also responsible for this incident, can you still clear it up?"

Han Ying was in a cold sweat, "It's thanks to you reminding me, otherwise I would have to be tricked by her this time, so what should I do? Pretend I don't know?"

Song Hongguo nodded, "Don't worry, even if you don't tell, your father will know what he should know. It's not a secret, someone will always tell him."

She guessed right, Han Cheng knew it right now, but it wasn't someone else who said it, but Yang Rongyue confessed it herself.

In order to show the side of a good wife and loving mother, Yang Rongyue rushes back to cook at noon every day. She hardly brings food from the cafeteria and cooks by herself. She is satisfied with what the child eats.

Because of this alone, Han Cheng is very satisfied with her, and tries his best to go home to eat every day, but Meng Jiao and Han Ying eat in the cafeteria of the factory, so there are usually only him and Yang Rongyue on the table, who are their children. To twin brothers and sisters.

At noon today, after the family of four finished eating, Yang Rongyue sent the two children back to the bedroom to sleep. She took Han Cheng's arm and went back to their room, closing the door.

Seeing her mysterious and serious appearance, Han Cheng couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

Yang Rongyue pulled him to sit down on the bed, dragged out two boxes from under the bed, then looked at him, and said anxiously, "Old Han, I may be being targeted."