Hot wife from 70s made a lot of money after divorce

Mr. Xu changed his indifferent attitude and showed some kindness: "Why are you here, kid?"

Song Hengjue took a sip of tea and said, "Didn't we agree two days ago to find some brothers to drive that stall away? Why is it still there today?"

"I'll think about it again." A trace of hesitation flashed in Mr. Xu's eyes, and he told him everything that had just happened.

Song Hengjue frowned: "Just for a few hundred dollars, let the brothers take risks? If the Industrial and Commercial Bureau is lured, everything will be over by then."

"A few hundred yuan, you put it lightly, our small market only collects a thousand yuan a month." Mr. Xu blew out a smoke ring.

"There are still a few hundred yuan left now. In two months, Xishan Town is not rich. The subsequent passenger flow of this bag will not be large, and you will not make much money if you keep it." Song Hengjue analyzed it for him. In fact, he What I want to tell him even more is that reform and opening up will begin in a year, and there is no need to take this risk with the brothers.

But what can a cloth bag do to sell it?

Mr. Xu rubbed his hair and interrupted him: "Okay, don't talk about this yet."

Song Hengjue shut up and put the bag on the table: "Find two reliable brothers to sell the new goods brought back from Haicheng."

Mr. Xu nodded and took the bag for inspection. The two of them moved skillfully and had a tacit understanding.

Yang Qingheng followed his memory and turned out of the alley. After sending Liu Qing home, he bought a piece of pork belly on the black market, wrapped it in oil paper and put it in his messenger bag before walking out.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he felt something was wrong in the atmosphere. Yang Qingheng looked at her mother-in-law's face that was almost black as the bottom of the pot, and felt a little strange: "Who provoked you?"

She was fine before she left in the morning.

After Yao Ying babbled and cursed, Yang Qingheng realized that it was Song Hengjue who had come back and said he was going to take the college entrance examination, which made her mother-in-law angry.

"I finally found a job for him in the city. If he got it, he would be a proper worker, and he wouldn't be able to get it even if he asked for it. He said he wanted to take the college entrance examination. He is still taking the college entrance examination at such an age. I Looks like he hasn’t been whipped for too long!”

Yang Qingheng couldn't help but laugh when he saw the vivid way she was criticizing Song Hengjue with bared teeth.

"You're only twenty-one, and you're not that old. You see, some of the educated youths in other families are still taking the college entrance examination in their decades. Besides, if you pass the exam, then our family will have a college student. Then you won't Are you happy?"

"That's what I say... But if you don't pass the exam, it won't be in vain." Yao Ying hesitated. She still thinks that workers are good and have an iron rice bowl.

Yang Qingheng shook his head: "Mom, Hengjue is still young. If he wants to make a breakthrough, let him go, otherwise he will have regrets in the future and a thorn in his heart."

Yao Ying suddenly looked at her strangely: "When did you learn to speak for him?"

During this period of time, she discovered that her daughter-in-law had changed a lot. She used to be kind to her, but now she was so kind to her son. Could she be holding back some bad feelings?

"Of course I will speak for my man," Yang Qingheng patted her hand, "Anyway, I think Hengjue can pass the exam."

Yao Ying frowned and looked at her. Although he didn't say yes, his expression improved a lot.

Outside the door, Song Hengjue paused.

"Okay, please think about it slowly," Yang Qingheng stood up and patted Yao Ying on the shoulder, "I'll go inside and cook."

Yao Ying stared at the pork belly she took out and swallowed subconsciously: "I'll help you."

"Okay," Yang Qingheng nodded and put the eggplant on the table into her hand, "Thank you, Mom, help me wash and cut it."

I just picked up the black pot and planned to take it down and wash it clean, when my hands relaxed.

"Let me do it."

Song Hengjue walked in at some point and took it.

The smile on Yang Qingheng's face disappeared instantly.

This is the first time the two of them have met since their last quarrel.

She turned around and went about doing other things, pretending that there was no such person in the room.

Even Yao Ying, who had always been slow, noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere between the two. He glanced at Yang Qingheng, then at his son, stuffed the food into his arms, and went straight out.

Song Hengjue raised his eyes and looked at Yang Qingheng without saying anything.

The two of them stayed in silence for the whole afternoon, not saying a word until Song Hengjue went out.

Yao Ying saw the package on the table and stuffed it into Yang Qingheng's arms: "Hengjue forgot to take something, please help him deliver it."

Yang Qingheng frowned, his face full of reluctance.

"Do you want me, an old woman, to send him there?" Yao Ying pushed her out.

Yang Qingheng sighed and had no choice but to hold the package and run outside, just in time to meet Song Hengjue who was walking back.

"Your mother asked me to send it here." She put it into his arms with a calm face, turned around and ran away.

Song Hengjue pursed her lips and grabbed her arm: "Wait."

"What's the matter?" Yang Qingheng didn't forget how he scolded her some time ago, and she was still a little angry.

As soon as he finished speaking, a stack of paper was stuffed into his hand. When he lowered his head, he saw that there were several big unity and bills.

"I am cold-hearted and ruthless, but I dare not ask for your money." She sneered and threw it back into his arms.

Song Hengjue: "My mother is not in good health, so this is to replenish her health."

"You mean I will abuse your mother and not give her good food?" Yang Qingheng sneered, "What kind of person do you think I am?"

"I didn't mean that." Song Hengjue frowned, feeling a headache from her rebuke, and forcefully stuffed the money into her pocket.

Yang Qingheng withdrew his arm, turned around and left.

"The money your son gave you." As soon as she entered the house, she put the money into Yao Ying's hand.

"Why are you two arguing with me?" Yao Ying rolled her eyes at her, "If you are really serious, you can help me work tomorrow and I will go back to my parents' home."

The son doesn't want it. The quota of this worker cannot be abolished. It just so happens that the younger brother has an eldest son who has grown up. Let him go and the wealth will not go to other people's fields.