Rebirth in the 70s: A military wife who was married into a vegetative state

"Okay, then I'll go home, get my ID, and go to the bank."

This time when we went to the county, everyone carried their identity certificates with them. At that time, they didn't know when they could return to the village. Li Youmei made a special explanation.

An Nian's household registration has always been in her own family. After her parents passed away, she became the head of the household.

I don’t know who helped handle it at that time. Logically speaking, it is impossible for a minor to have a separate household. This is against the regulations.

But this is a good thing for An Nian. At least she doesn't have to be controlled by the An family. She can carry her identity certificate with her.

After returning to Meng's house to get her household registration book, An Nian, accompanied by Li Youmei, went to the only rural commercial bank in the county.

When he asked to report the loss of his passbook at the counter, the counter staff checked it and asked An Nian to sign for confirmation.

Looking at the account information written on the signed document, An Nian tightened his pen.

How much has the An family hidden from her over the years?

"Comrade, can I ask how much money I still have in my bankbook?"

Looking at the confused eyes of the counter staff, An Nian smiled slightly nervously at her.

"I lost my bankbook for a few days, and I was worried that someone might have withdrawn the money secretly."

"Oh, let me check."

The other party flipped through the information and answered quickly.

"There is no record of withdrawing money in your bankbook during this period. There is still 1389 yuan and 3 in it."

The amount of money was so large that the staff lowered their voices to ensure that only An Nian could hear it.

Now An Nian has a certain concept of money. Her 350 yuan gift was all raised by her family. There is more than 1000 yuan in this passbook, which is a huge sum of money.

She could feel that the teller looked at her with envy.

"It will take a while to replace the passbook. Would you like to pick it up tomorrow? Or wait here?"

"How long will it take?"

"Half an hour."

"Okay, I'll wait here."

An Nian chose to wait without hesitation. He came here anyway, and getting things done at once also avoided long nights and nightmares.

"Okay, then I'll go to the back now." The teller took out a [Transaction Suspended] sign from the drawer and placed it on the table, then stood up and left.

Li Youmei was waiting a few meters away. Seeing that all the tellers had left, she came over curiously.

"Nian Nian, is everything going well?"

"It went very smoothly." An Nian smiled and nodded, "The teller went to the back to reissue my passbook. Please let me wait for a while."

"That's good."

Not many people came to the bank to handle business today, and there was no one at the counter. Li Youmei simply stood here chatting with An Nian.

The two of them talked about how they could go to school tomorrow to ask about their student status, and what preparations they had to make.

Chatting time always flies by.

An Nian always felt as if only a few minutes had passed before the teller came back with an orange notebook.

She pushed the notebook in front of An Nian and asked An Nian to confirm whether the information was correct.

An Nian looked at the orange book cover with six characters written on it: Current Savings Passbook.

After opening it, the first page is densely gridded.

The middle part of the grid is divided into two columns, with deposits written on the left and withdrawals written on the right.

Now the deposit part of this passbook is neatly written: 138932. Each number is in the corresponding small grid. There are measurement units of block, gross and cent on the top, and the number is also stamped with a red seal.

"The handling fee for re-issuing a passbook is 3 cents. Do you think it will be deducted from your original deposit? Or should you give me cash?"

The teller's voice sounded.

"I'll give you cash."

An Nian closed the passbook, put it into his jacket pocket, and took out 3 cents.

After a few minutes, all procedures were completed.

An Nian took Li Youmei out of the bank.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

An Nian was amused to find that her mother-in-law was looking around as if she were guarding against a thief.

Li Youmei pulled her arm nervously: "Niannian, let's go home quickly. Mom always feels scared if she carries too much money with her."

"It doesn't matter. I asked just now. If you want to withdraw money, you must match the passbook and password."

Seeing that she was really nervous, An Nian smiled helplessly, took her hand and stuffed it into his pocket together.

"Mom, let's touch it together. We can definitely guarantee that it won't be lost."

"it is good."

After actually touching the bankbook, Li Youmei felt a little relieved, but she still kept urging An Nian to go home quickly.

An Nian obeyed and sped up.

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Half an hour after An Nian and Li Youmei left.

An Qian and Zhang Xiujuan also came to the bank.

"Mom, what money do you want to withdraw now?" An Qian dragged her steps impatiently.

Zhang Xiujuan glared: "Isn't it for you that I withdraw the money? You are going to the capital soon, why can't Mom give you a good care?"

"I'm not in a hurry. I don't want to buy cloth to make clothes in the county. The styles are too old. I want to take the money to the capital to buy the latest styles."

An Qian no longer resisted after hearing this, but still complained.

"I wanted to buy it when I went to the capital, and we want to buy it now. We have plenty of money, why do those old women look down on you?"

My feelings were stimulated just now at the supply and marketing cooperative.

After Zhang Xiujuan and An Qian finished eating, they went to the supply and marketing cooperative. The goal was to buy a new pair of shoes for An Qian's brother. However, there were too many customers at the time. Zhang Xiujuan only asked two questions, and the members of the supply and marketing cooperative dumped her directly. Lose her face, tell her not to torment people if she has no money.

This made Zhang Xiujuan very angry.

In fact, supply and marketing cooperatives used to be so condescending, but since An Qian was admitted to college, Zhang Xiujuan felt superior to others.

Normally, her back is straight.When she was in the village, everyone would envy her when they saw her. She could no longer bear the looked down upon by others.

So Zhang Xiujuan said she wanted to think about An Qian, but actually she wanted to withdraw the money and go back to slap the faces of the members of the supply and marketing cooperative.

Zhang Xiujuan walked into the bank with bold steps and came to the counter.

"Comrade, I'm here to get two...50 yuan."

She originally only planned to withdraw 20 yuan, but the moment she blurted out the words, the condescending face of the member suddenly flashed into her mind, and Zhang Xiujuan suddenly changed the number.

"Okay." The teller took her passbook, opened it and took a look.

The name of the head of household above looked too familiar. She had just handled business for the head of household half an hour ago.

The teller was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but raise his head and look at Zhang Xiujuan carefully.

Zhang Xiujuan frowned impatiently: "What are you looking at?"

It's just a supply and marketing cooperative, why would a bank teller look at me like this? !

Zhang Xiujuan was very unhappy.

"Wait a moment." The teller ignored her, took the bankbook and hurried back.

It took the teller so long that Zhang Xiujuan became impatient.

She glanced at the clock hanging on the wall of the bank: "It's ten minutes! How do you do business?"

Before she could finish her words, her hand was suddenly grabbed from behind.

"Ah! What are you doing?!"

An Qian, who was standing on the edge and looking boredly at the various slogans posted on the wall of the bank, hurried over to help.

"Comrade Public Security, is there any misunderstanding? My mother is just here to withdraw some money."

The old policeman who held Zhang Xiujuan's arm glanced at her: "Withdraw money? Whose money are you withdrawing?"

Being stared at by her husband An's sharp eyes, An Qian was a little flustered. She could not hide her guilt in her panic, and her voice weakened instantly.

"Of course we are taking our own money..."

"The bank called the police and said that you came to the bank to withdraw money with a passbook that has been reported lost. The owner of the passbook just issued a replacement an hour ago."

Zhang Xiujuan was stunned by what the old police officer said, and she turned her head blankly.

"What do you mean?"

Husband An sneered and pushed Zhang Xiujuan's back down hard.

"It means you have broken the law and must go back to the police station with me."

No ordinary people these days dare to go to the police station easily. Any conflicts that occur in the village are resolved internally, and they have a natural fear of public institutions.

When Zhang Xiujuan heard that she was going to the police station, her whole body collapsed.

"I, I, I won't go to the police station...I didn't commit any crime..."

"It's not up to you! Let's go!" The old policeman was very strong, and he pressed Zhang Xiujuan and walked out.

Other people waiting to handle business in the bank looked at Zhang Xiujuan curiously, and a few people gathered together to chatter.

Zhang Xiujuan wished she could cover her face with something.

Compared to Zhang Xiujuan's panic, An Qian seemed much calmer. She followed her husband and left the bank quickly.

"Comrade Public Security, you must have made a mistake. My mother did not steal other people's bankbooks."

There were two bicycles parked outside the bank. A young police officer was straddling one of the bicycles and supporting another with his other hand.

The old police officer took Zhang Xiujuan to the bicycle and neatly tied her hands with ropes.

"You sit in my back seat and I'll take you back to the station. Don't even think about escaping.

Now I am willing to take you back on a bicycle. If you dare to run and you are caught by me again, I will run you all the way over and let the people in the county recognize your face. "

When he said this, Zhang Xiujuan suddenly became as well-behaved as a quail.

Two bicycles took Zhang Xiujuan and An Qian back to the Public Security Bureau.

"I have been using this passbook for 12 years, why am I suddenly not allowed to use it?!"

After Zhang Xiujuan arrived at the police station, she found that it was not that scary inside and the police officers were polite to her. She immediately lost her fear and her voice became confident.

"The head of the household in this passbook is An Nian. Is your name An Nian?!"

Zhang Xiujuan choked and said, "I am An Nian's biological aunt. I have raised her for 12 years."

The old police officer looked at her. His eyes were a little cloudy because of his age, but the experience accumulated from decades of handling cases was real.Her husband An An knew clearly what Zhang Xiujuan was planning in front of her.

An Qian suddenly said: "Did An Nian report the loss of his bankbook?"

Before Lao Gongan and the others could answer, An Qian answered by herself.

"It must be her. No one else can report the loss. She is really faking it. She is so awesome. She has been faking it for 12 years."

A flash of resentment flashed in An Qian's eyes, which quickly disappeared.

"What? Did An Nian report the loss of her bankbook? Has she gotten a new bankbook now?"

Zhang Xiujuan's eyes widened and she turned to look at An Qian.

An Qian nodded: "Probably."

"What about my money?" Zhang Xiujuan's heart was beating so fast that she felt like she couldn't breathe. "There's still my money in it!"

The textile factory will give me 10 yuan a month as alimony. It has been 12 years and 8 months now, which is 1280 yuan.

But the account balance in the passbook is 1389.32 yuan!

The extra money was Zhang Xiujuan's personal money. She was afraid that the old lady would take it away at home, so she put it in An Nian's bankbook, which she thought was very safe.

Twelve years have passed, and Zhang Xiujuan has been doing this without any problems.

Who would have thought that An Nian would get everything cheaper today!

Zhang Xiujuan felt a severe pain in her heart: "No! Comrade Public Security, arrest An Nian quickly! She took my money!"

Husband An looked at her speechlessly.

"You should think about yourself first. You have no evidence to prove that you are innocent. You said that the head of the household is the biological aunt? Let the head of your village prove it."

An Qian suddenly felt something bad: "What do you mean?"

Old man An turned to look at An Qian and answered her question.

"There are two ways, either you go back and notify the village chief of your village to pick up your mother, or we from the Public Security Bureau send someone to notify you."

"No! No! You can't go!" Zhang Xiujuan panicked.

If the village knew that he was in trouble, wouldn't rumors spread all over the place?Do you still want your face?

An Qian didn't want to choose either path and frowned fiercely.

"My mother didn't do anything. Even if the passbook was found, we didn't get any money."

The old police officer didn't want to explain to her any more, so he just picked up the case beside him and started reading it.

"Hey!" An Qian shouted angrily at her husband.

"What are you shouting for?! Sit down!" The young police officer next to him didn't have such a good temper. He pointed at An Qian and shouted angrily.

An Qian shrank and sat down obediently.

Zhang Xiujuan breathed rapidly: "Qianqian, please go home and ask your father to find the village chief. Be sure to keep quiet!"

An Qian was reluctant.

Zhang Xiujuan was angry: "Do you still want to go to college? Believe it or not, I won't give you a penny?! Go back quickly!"

An Qian gritted her teeth, stomped her feet and ran outside.

-

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

An Nian on the other end didn't know that the teller sister did such a thing to relieve her anger after she and Li Youmei left the bank.

After she returned to Meng's house, she hid the bankbook.

Li Youmei also found a special lock to lock the drawer.

"It's safe."

"Thank you mom."

An Nian stood aside and watched her mother-in-law lock the door neatly and obediently take the key she handed over.

"Mom will make a small bag for you later. You can put your keys and books in it."

"it is good."

The Meng family really has everything. Li Youmei has been here many times, and she is very familiar with it. She went to Yu Shengnan's sewing machine and found two pieces of cloth from the cloth basket on the side.

"Niannian, what do you think of these two colors?"

"Sure. I like white and green."

"Okay, then mom will use these two pieces of cloth to make you a beautiful bag."

Li Youmei moved the thread skillfully, stepping on the pedal under her feet, pressing her left hand on the cloth, and adjusting the direction of the needle pusher with her right hand from time to time.

An Nian leaned against the wall and quietly watched the birth of a cloth bag.

The bag is mainly white, with one-third of the seams on the top being military green. Li Youmei also skillfully used two green and white fabrics of the same width to make lace.

The green lace is sewn on the white part, and the white lace is sewn on the green part.

Just a subtle tweak and the whole package becomes very different.

"Mom will add another belt for you."

Li Youmei said with a smile, neatly adjusted the direction of the bag and sewed a strap on its edge.

An Nian looked at it and felt that something was missing. She stretched out her hand and put it on the mouth of the bag.

"Mom, can I add something here?"

"what?"