The little drama queen who was a prosperous husband in the 1980s through the book

Bai Dahai's face turned red, and his heart felt unbearably hot.

He sat on a stool and got himself a small glass of wine.

"Hey, your dad and I don't care about these external things for a long time. Xiaoxue, you see that you are now a grown-up, and your relationship with Director Wen has also reached a new level. When are you going to get married?"

Bai Xue is clear in her heart, and Bai Dahai doesn't want anything outside her heart, because the identity of the father-in-law of the factory is more enviable than the refrigerator and color TV at home.

Bai Jun couldn't hide his words.

"Dad, can't you think of something good?"

"Isn't it a great thing for your sister to marry Factory Manager Wen?"

Bai Dahai picked up the pig liver with his fingers, stuffed it into his mouth, and licked his fingers, which made Bai Jun even more disgusted.

"Isn't this a good thing? Director Wen is young, promising and good-looking. He is a perfect match for your sister, the factory belle!"

Bai Jun didn’t deny it either.

"Yes, but my sister has to take exams. How can she have time to get married and raise children?"

Bai Jun's words struck a chord in Bai Xue's heart.She gave a thumbs up and waved it in front of Bai Junliao's eyes.

"Xiaojun! You are still sensible."

Bai Dahai slapped the table.

"You know nothing. The fact that you are now living in the Wen family has been spread in the factory. A man and a woman have been living together in the same room for several days. Why can't you give me an explanation?"

Bai Xue was also a little angry,

"Who do I need to explain to him? So what if I have a child with him? These people are so full that they have nothing to worry about."

Bai Xue took off her apron angrily, her good mood gone.

In the middle of the night, Bai Xue's door rang.

She climbed out of bed, put on her clothes and opened the door. Bai Dahai's mouth was full of alcohol and he stared at Bai Xue with red eyes.

"Daughter, let's talk?"

Bai Xue nodded, she fell asleep angry today.He obviously closed the shop and planned to go home to rest and review, but he didn't expect to be so angry by Bai Dahai's words that he fell asleep.

The two of them were sitting in the living room, the lamp in the corner dimly shining on Bai Xue's side face.

"Dad is not forcing you to get married. Look at you now, you don't have a serious job..."

Bai Xue couldn't listen to the rest. She resisted the urge to get angry and talked to Bai Dahai about the economic situation.

"Dad, it is not very respectable to be self-employed nowadays. The most respectable people are the working class. But who can guarantee an iron rice bowl for a lifetime. Self-employed people earn their own money and live their own lives. Money is the foundation of life."

This sentence spoke to Bai Dahai's heart.

He looked at the four walls of his family and sighed for a moment, "I have no ability. I will be an ordinary worker all my life. I want to hope that you all will make a difference, and I will also benefit from it..."

Bai Dahai's voice was astringent and his whole body tensed up.

"Dad is anxious and wants to honor our ancestors in advance."

Hahaha……

Bai Xue hugged the sofa cushions, buried her head in the cushions and laughed, "Dad, I understand. Then go out and tell them that Director Wen proposed to me and I won't agree."

Bai Dahai's eyes almost jumped out of his head.

"Really?"

Bai Xue nodded,

"real."

"But, why?"

Bai Dahai showed all his shock and confusion unabashedly on his face, "Director Wen is the leader of the factory. You can't find a good partner even with a lantern, so you don't have to worry about delaying yourself."

Bai Xue smiled, confident.

"Dad, don't you think marriage is just a game? If I take the initiative too much, I will lose..."

After saying this, Bai Xue felt much more comfortable. She drank a sip of water, said good night to Bai Dahai, and went back to the house to sleep.

Bai Dahai sat on the sofa in a daze, feeling relieved for a while.

The entire Bai family was all honest and honest. He thought that this was the case for the Bai family, and they would be looked down upon and ignored for the rest of their lives.Unexpectedly, Bai Xue turned out to be a cliche and even said some things that he couldn't understand.

"Xiaoxue, dad supports you."

Bai Dahai stared at the light under the door of Bai Xue's room and muttered silently.

Early the next morning, when Bai Junlin went to school, Bai Xue stopped her.She has almost finished reviewing recently, and wants to find real questions from the college entrance examination in previous years to practice, so as to maintain the feel.

"Isn't there one in school?"

Bai Xue was a little surprised that a very good high school did not provide real test papers for students to practice writing.

"No, the teacher said, we are only in the second year of high school. If you want to make papers, go to the school gate to buy them..."

Bai Xue was shocked and nodded.

"Okay, you go to school first, I'll go and see for myself later."

When Bai Xue arrived at the factory children's school, she was shocked when she was at the intersection.There were more than a dozen vendors-like people standing in a row, all holding white paper rolls in their hands.

"Do you have the papers from 81? Chinese, math, and English."

A girl asked, and the young man quickly pulled out a stack of paper and said, "Here, this is from [-]."

"how much?"

The girl took a step back, not daring to answer.

"It's cheap, one yuan a piece, three yuan a set."

The girl half-opened her mouth, "Is it so expensive?"

The young man felt a little aggrieved and shook the paper in his hand, "These were copied stroke by stroke. Look at the handwriting. Is this expensive?"

The girl stepped back again, fearing that she would touch the paper in his hand.

"I can not afford it."

After saying that, the girl left, walking very quickly, as if she was fleeing.

Looking at the bustling crowd of people buying papers, only one or two out of ten transactions were made.The threshold for learning has become very high, which is not a good sign.

Three yuan, one-tenth of a worker's monthly salary, is still a huge expense for an ordinary family.Even Bai Xue, who is a businessman, feels that this price is not acceptable.

Bai Xue wondered why the test papers had to be copied by hand since there were no printing presses in this era.With the newspaper's puzzled mood, Bai Xue came to the stall.

"Comrade, why don't you print the papers? Copying them by hand is time-consuming and laborious. No one buys them because they are expensive, and it is not conducive to everyone's progress together."

The young man sighed.

Put a pile of papers on the ground,

"A mimeograph machine can print papers, but it can only be purchased by the employer. If I run a small business, I can't afford a mimeograph machine."

Bai Xue raised her eyes, and her business skills came up again.

The cost of the paper printed by the mimeograph machine can be reduced by at least half.Efficiency increases hundreds of times.As soon as the efficiency increases, the cost can be ignored.

After chatting with the young man for about ten minutes, Bai Xue didn't want to delay his business.

Bai Xue took out three yuan, bought a copy of last year's paper, and decided to find a mimeograph machine to experiment.After walking out of the Changzheng Factory, Bai Xue thought of one place.