Travel through the 70s, marry the king of soldiers, and become the richest man with space

Yan Ziyuan, who had already received a definite answer, did not stay any longer. He had to give Xiao Yu some space. After all, her face was almost red.

When Jin Kai came back from work, before he even entered the house, he heard Yan Ziyuan humming a song with an unknown tune, and he suddenly got goosebumps all over his body.

"What are you crazy about?"

"Could it be that the guy next door agreed to have sex with you?"

"No."

"No? Hahaha, good! Great! The female devil really has a personality."

"I didn't expect that you, Yan Ziyuan, would also have something you want but can't get."

Jin Kai didn't feel sad for him at all, but rather took pleasure in his misfortune. After all, there were not many times like this.

In the past, he was the most favored person in the Yan family in the compound. Whether it was his elders or his brothers and sisters, they would give him everything.

In addition, his own force value is relatively high, and the children in the compound do not dare to compete with him for anything. It can be said that as long as he wants, there is nothing he cannot get.

He didn't expect that when he arrived in Shanhe Village, there would be someone who could make him feel defeated, which was really a bit satisfying.

"Okay, put away that worthless smile on your face."

"Although I don't agree now, she is already my target."

"Huh? Can the target be reserved in advance?"

"You little boy, of course you don't understand adult matters."

Yan Ziyuan ignored his joke and continued to sit on the chair, humming tuneless songs to himself.

Both the expression on his face and his overall physical state reflected his good mood at the moment.

Song Fuyu, who was next door, thought of Yan Ziyuan's words just now. His original hesitation had disappeared, and now he felt even more happy.

She suppressed the expression on her face and tried to act as normal as possible.

"Is Song Fuyu here? I have your letter."

"exist!"

She wiped the water off her hands and trotted out of the kitchen.

"Hello, comrade, I am Song Fuyu."

"Please show me your identification."

This is the first time he has given something to Song Fuyu. To be cautious, he usually needs to verify the other party's information the first time.

"Wait a minute, I'll get it for you right away."

I went back to my room and took out my household registration book.

For her, apart from being able to stay away from Song Hao and Liu Qiaoyu, the biggest advantage of going to the countryside was that she could move her household registration separately.

Although her registered permanent residence is in the countryside, it doesn't matter to her. As long as she has no relationship with Song Hao and the others, it's a good thing.

After confirming his identity, the postman took out the items from the green satchel he carried with him.

"There is a package pick-up notice, a remittance form, and a letter. Make sure it is correct. Just sign your name on it."

The postman handed her the pen and receipt.

Song Fuyu took it and quickly signed his name.

"For money and packages, you go to the post office to pick up the money and package with the documents and identification. Nothing less will work."

"Okay, I understand, thanks for the reminder."

After sending the postman away, she returned to the room with the letter and receipt.

I didn't rush to open the letter, but read the other two pieces of paper carefully first.

This was the first time she had seen a document of this era. Most of the content on it was handwritten. After being transferred to a layer of copy paper, the handwriting was a little blurry. Fortunately, the handwriting was neat and could still be distinguished clearly.

The package pick-up list states that the items include food, clothing, shoes...

The remittance slip stated that there was 50 yuan.

No need to think about it, she knew that her godfather had gone shopping for her again.

Put away the two documents and unfold the letter.

The first part was still a greeting, but in the middle half of the letter, the godfather basically complained about her not calling him back at that time.

At the end of the letter, he also emphasized that she should write him at least two letters every month. If she had no money or lacked clothing or supplies, she must tell her, and he would send her 50 yuan every month as living expenses in the future. .

After Song Fuyu finished reading, the smile on his face could not be concealed at all.

The feeling of being remembered is really very happy.

The package and money will not be picked up in the town until two days after the holiday.

While there is still time, in addition to a few sets of clothes, prepare some food and send it to your godfather.

He ate in the factory cafeteria most of the time. When he missed factory meals, he went to the state-owned restaurants to eat. But there will always be times when neither party catches up, and you have to prepare something for him that is easy to eat and can be stored for a long time.

After work the next day, Song Fuyu grabbed Tong Youyou, who was about to go back to the kang to secretly read a book, and left her in the kitchen.

"Youyou, I plan to make something for my family and send it back. You can help me cut some meat."

"OK, no problem."

Then she went next door and called Yan Ziyuan.

Anyway, he will be her target in the future, so if she can order him around now, it shouldn't be a big problem.

"Xiaoyu~"

Yesterday when he said he wanted to date someone, he called her Xiaoyu. This name made her miss her very much.

After my parents passed away, I never heard from them again.

She couldn't remember what the original owner's mother called her. But Song Hao and Liu Qiaoyu would call Song Fuyu directly when they were in a good mood. When they were in a bad mood, they would call them dead girl, rag, etc. There were countless ugly names.

"Are you busy now?"

"It's okay, you said."

It was too late for him to be happy that she came to him, so how could something happen.

"I want to make a clay oven. Can you help me get some clay?"

She could actually go by herself, but she still had to marinate meat and prepare other things, and was afraid she wouldn't have enough time, so she thought of asking him to help.

"Okay, you go back and rest first. I will go to the mountain to dig some for you later."

Song Fuyu was marinating meat in the kitchen at noon. When he came back from work in the afternoon, there was a small semicircular yellow earth bag under the corner outside the kitchen.

"You've done it all? That's great!"

Yan Ziyuan heard the sound and immediately turned his head to look over.

puff~

Seeing his appearance at this time, Song Fuyu couldn't help but laugh.

He looked clean before, but now his hands, clothes, and face were all stained with mud, which was really funny.