Away from the big book, the educated youth became the village favorite by running errands

Thinking about the suffering he had endured in the past year and a half, Song Yaozu blamed all the sins on the Song Shuangshuang siblings.

If that bitch Song Shuangshuang hadn't been unwilling to give him her job, he wouldn't have to go to the countryside.

Moreover, he suspected that it was that bitch who caused him to go to the Northwest.

But he has no evidence.

He also went to the Youth Educated Office to make trouble, but was chased out and was accused of having ideological problems for not responding to the call of the great man to go to the countryside. He never dared to go to the Youth Educated Office again.

Only when he arrived in the countryside did he realize how hard life was.

He can be full just by eating sand every day, and he can hardly get any meat in the whole year.

Even fresh vegetables are hard to come by.

This time when he came back, he said he didn't want to go back no matter what.

"Grandma, life in the northwest is too hard. Most of the people there are exiled. It's not a place for people to stay. I don't want to go back."

Song Yaozu made his voice lower and hoarse just to make Old Lady Zhang feel sorry for him.

Sure enough, the old lady felt extremely distressed when she heard that her precious grandson had suffered so much in the countryside.

While cursing Song Shuangshuang's family, he assured Song Yaozu that he would definitely find a way to get him to stay.

After all, Song Yaozu had been away for more than a year and had grown up.

He knew that it was useless to rely on Mrs. Zhang's assurance alone, and he had to see the reality.

Otherwise, he would have to go back on the date written on the letter of introduction, and nothing he said would be of any use.

"Grandma, why did you let me stay?" Song Yaozu stared at Mrs. Zhang's reaction while speaking.

Old Mrs. Zhang choked when asked this question. She didn't know what to do.

She had previously thought about asking Song's father to retire early and give the job to Song Yaozu, but Song's father even threatened to sever ties with him, so she didn't dare go anymore.

Seeing that Mrs. Zhang didn't answer him, Song Yaozu asked again, and even held Mrs. Zhang's hand a little tighter.

Old Mrs. Zhang felt pain and looked up at her grandson, whom she had cherished since childhood, and saw that he had become darker and thinner, as if he had just returned from fleeing famine.

Without even thinking twice, she promised, "I will definitely find a job for you so you don't have to go to the countryside anymore!"

Song Yaozu suddenly let go of Old Lady Zhang's hand, said "oh" and went back to the house.

He doesn't believe anyone until he sees the real thing!

Seeing her grandson return to the house, Grandma Zhang sat back on the kang and thought about how to solve the problem.

After a while, Mrs. Zhang may have thought of something and the sadness on her face dissipated a little.

"What time is it? Why hasn't the third brother come yet!" Old Mrs. Zhang looked at Uncle Song in the room.

"It's almost two o'clock." Uncle Song didn't care what the old lady was thinking just now.

It would be great if the old lady could really find a job for her youngest son to stay with her. The family would have an income and he would be under less pressure.

Of course, Aunt Song also wanted to keep her youngest son by her side, as the child was so thin that he looked almost unrecognizable.

But she also knew that it was not easy to find a job for her youngest son. Didn’t she see the attitude of the third son’s family that day?

"Old man, go to the third brother's house and ask them when they will come."

"Okay..." The aunt was very reluctant, thinking

The old lady was driven back if she went there. If she went there, would her brother-in-law's family treat her well?

But when I thought about the fact that nothing was prepared at home, I could only put on my coat and go out.

She wanted to ask Uncle Song to go with them, but thinking about her husband's temper, she didn't say anything.

Seeing that people on the street had happy faces, Aunt Song quickened her pace, planning to hint to the third son's family and ask them to buy more things to take back.

But the result was a rejection.

But she clearly heard some noise in the yard, and steam was coming out of the chimney of the third brother's house.

Aunt Song became furious and slammed the door of Song Shuangshuang's house.

"Third brother, open the door quickly! Mom is still waiting for you at home."

The Song family members in the room actually heard the aunt knocking on the door, but they pretended not to hear it.

"I'll go and tell her. You can't let her yell like that on New Year's Day."

Mother Song glanced at Father Song, patted the flour on her hands and prepared to go out.

"Let's go together."

Song's father also stood up. He was afraid that his sister-in-law would make a scene and his wife would suffer.

Just as Aunt Song was about to knock on the door again, the door opened.

"What's wrong with you two? It's already so late and you haven't gone to see our mother yet? The whole family is waiting for you."

The eldest aunt had gotten used to ordering Mr. and Mrs. Song around for so many years, and she had been locked outside the door for such a long time with a half-hungry stomach, so she had forgotten everything that had happened in the past two days.

Father Song took a step towards Mother Song, blocked her behind him, and looked directly at Aunt Song.

"What's the matter, sister-in-law?"

"Today is the 30th, and you two haven't gone yet at this hour. Mom asked me to come and see what's holding you up."

As she spoke, Aunt Song noticed the aprons on Song's father and mother and the flour on their hands, and her expression was a little strange.

“Are you planning to make dumplings at home before going?

What time is it now? Why are you just starting? When will our mother be able to have dinner?

Forget it, just take whatever you pack. Hurry up and change your clothes and take your things and come back with me.

The dumplings are filled with meat, right? You guys should add more flour so they don’t stick together.”

The aunt spoke a lot of words at once, and Song's father didn't even have a chance to interrupt.

Seeing that Song's father and mother didn't move, the eldest aunt frowned and looked at them, "Hurry up, stop wasting time on what time we have to eat dinner tonight.

Oh, by the way, bring more rice. Mom said we should eat something good today for Chinese New Year, instead of coarse grains. "

Father Song remained unmoved and said expressionlessly

"Sister-in-law, please go back. You can visit mom and big brother's family tomorrow, the first day of the new year."

"What did you say!"

"I said that our family will celebrate the New Year on their own this year, and we will not go to my eldest brother's house to celebrate the New Year with my mother. Tomorrow, on the first day of the first lunar month, our family of five will go to pay New Year's greetings to my mother."

Aunt Song was in a trance for a while, then screamed

"Third brother, what do you mean? Every year, our two families celebrate the New Year together with mom. Why didn't you go this year? You didn't even tell mom in advance!"

They have nothing at home. How will the third child get through the year if he doesn’t go to their house?

We can’t have the whole family eating only porridge and pickles.

Seeing Song's father's firm attitude, Aunt Song knew that the third brother's family definitely could not go today.

But if I go back empty-handed, even if the old lady comes to the third son's house to make trouble, I will definitely have to endure a wave of fire first.

Aunt Song thought for a moment and said

"It's okay for your family not to go back. Just give me the meat and dumplings and I'll take them back for you."

Song Shuangshuang hadn't heard such shameless words for a long time. She didn't care that Song's father and mother were still there, and taunted Song's aunt

"Aunt, do you have no money to buy food? It's New Year's Day, and you still have to come to my house to beg for money.

When Youlin and I went to the countryside, even the poorest families were not like you. They knew how to exchange their physical labor for things.

You are so nice, the first thing you ask for is rice or meat. We are not a family, we can't withstand such demands from you.

As an elder, you have to have some dignity."