Siheyuan: The farm in my mind is in your hands.

The big and the small were playing together, and Chen's mother looked at them with relief.

"Ah! Duoduo suddenly remembered!"

"Just now, my aunt asked Duoduo to come over to invite my uncle and grandma to eat!"

The dinner table.

The family was having a great time and no one mentioned what happened in the afternoon.

This time, the pickles sent by Lao Cai were well received by everyone.

"Brother, how old is Sister Huizhen?"

Lou Xiao'e asked casually.

I know that my husband is popular, but others actually sent special dishes to our home from such a long distance.

Although it was handled by Mr. Cai from the Intermediate Court, Lou Xiao'e always felt a little uncomfortable.

"How would I know? The kids would run away."

Chen Jianghe didn't say much, as he didn't know much.

When Lou Xiao'e heard that other people already had children, it meant they were married, and she finally felt relieved.

But that night, Lou Xiao'e boiled bath water twice more.

A few days later, Chen Jianghe suddenly thought of something.

"Wife, when is your good day this month?"

"It should only be in the next few days. If it doesn't come, I might have to go to the hospital."

Lou Xiao'e's "relatives" always came at the right time, but this time it was a bit unusual.

She also hoped that things would go as she wished and that she could give Chen Jianghe a child as soon as possible.

Only then will my position in this family be completely secure.

"Okay, tell me in advance and I'll reserve time for you."

Chen Jianghe fell asleep contentedly, and before going to sleep he was still thinking about the day he would report to his uncle of a different surname.

Lou Xiao'e pressed the quilt down on her man and fell into a deep sleep.

The lights in Prime Minister Wu's office were still on.

This person has gotten used to the routine of working from 12 am to 12 pm.

These are bad habits that were developed over the years under special circumstances in the past.

It can't be changed in a short time.

When he finally finished the tasks at hand, the staff handed him the latest news collected today.

"Chen... Da Che? I'd rather call him Qing Zhi.

This guy, so many years have passed in a flash.

Is his family okay? Are the children okay? Do we need any help?"

As he continued to read the materials, Wu Xiang's mind kept reappearing the scenes of working with Chen Qianzhi.

I sigh that everything seems like yesterday, but it's a pity that the person is gone.

Those who stayed behind still have a long way to go and must continue to move forward.

"I heard that the eldest daughter of the Chen family died of illness, leaving behind a child who is now living with Comrade Qingzhi's son and his wife.

Comrade Qingzhi’s son is named Chen Jianghe. He previously inherited the job of a worker in the steel rolling mill, but later retired due to illness. The job was taken over by his wife, Lou Zhenhua’s daughter.

After retiring due to illness, Chen Jianghe occasionally tinkered with some small inventions. The razor factory that was recently approved for construction was proposed because of his invention.

The latest news is that Chen Jianghe is very sensitive in mathematics.

He has also taken a part-time job at the Qianmen Street Office, helping to check the accounts every month, and his salary is 5 yuan.

Another thing is about Mrs. Chen’s family.

Because the Sun family had no successor, the remaining assets of Zhengmingzhai fell into the hands of Chen Jianghe. This kid is a blessed man."

The staff thought about it and added:

"That day, when Chen Jianghe delivered a letter to us, he also sent out a package.

I asked, and it was filled with some dry food, steamed bread, five yuan, and twenty kilograms of national food coupons. "

"Does the Chen family have any relatives in other places?" asked Wu Xiang.

If he remembered correctly, Chen Qianzhi's parents had passed away long ago.

Otherwise, they should help support the elderly. Did I remember it wrong?

"It's the husband's family of Comrade Qingzhi's daughter. There are many brothers there, and the family conditions are probably not that good."

The staff member didn't elaborate, but it's not uncommon for city dwellers to help their poor relatives these days.

Besides, Prime Minister Wu is already very busy with work, and there is no need to let him worry about these trivial matters.

“Sister Chen Jianghe is gone, but while raising her little niece, she is still able to lend a hand to her maternal family.

This shows that he is a very kind-hearted young man.”

Wu Xiang has become interested in the son of an old friend who wrote to him.

Especially the content of the other party's letter, which gave him a reason to meet the other party.

"Notify everyone that any young man who comes to see me will be allowed to pass."

Wu Xiang's daily workload is packed, although he has a feeling that what the child said seems to be far-fetched.

But as a friend of Chen Qingzhi, he also felt that he needed to take a look at his old friend's son on his behalf.

……

That day, Lao Cai went to the train station to see someone off.

When I came out, I saw a few people in simple clothes looking around on the side of the road. They looked like a family.

There is quite a lot of luggage.

Now it's time to do the job.

"I've invited you. Where are you going?"

As he was speaking, Lao Cai's tricycle pulled over to the side of the road.

The oldest man among the group opened his mouth, but was so nervous that he couldn't utter a complete word for a long time.

Finally, one of the girls who looked to be about ten years old spoke first:

"Uncle, we are here to seek refuge with our relatives!

I got off the train at midnight yesterday and couldn’t find my way home, so I thought I’d continue looking today.”

The person who spoke was Zhao Qingmiao. He had studied with a teacher for several years and knew how to talk to people when he met them.

“These days, many people are visiting relatives. Do you know where the address is?

I have an empty car here and can take you there.

Don't worry about the fares, they are clearly marked and fair to everyone."

Old Cai would not say so much when he met people before, at most he would say "where are you going?" or "how much does it cost".

Others can choose to ride in his car or not.

Later, Chen Jianghe gave me some advice:

You have to think from the customer's perspective, what kind of help others want and what services you can provide.

After some time, he figured out some ideas.

Just like these people in front of me, they are obviously from other places.

When you are unfamiliar with the place, you definitely want someone to show you the way without getting ripped off.

So he asked for the address first and then gave a quote, so that people would know that they had not wasted their money. That was enough.

"Nanluoguxiang, uncle, do you know this place?"

Seeing that the other person was kind, Zhao Qingmiao quickly asked.

Even if you don't take a car, just ask for directions and they will be able to find their way there!

“I’m only twenty this year, you should just call me Master!

I am very familiar with Nanluoguxiang. I run out from there every day.

There are five of you in total, and I charge 60 cents, which is not too high, right? "

Old Cai estimated that these five people were as thin as skeletons, and even if they were packed together, they would weigh less than 300 kilograms.

"Six cents..."

Zhao Qingmiao glanced at his parents and felt that paying this amount of money was extremely mysterious.

After all, in the village, money is counted by the penny, and sixty cents is equivalent to the expenses of an average family for half a year.

Before they left, her father left most of the money and food coupons sent by Chen Jianghe to his third uncle at home.

He was afraid that if both families came, it would put too much of a burden on the Chen family, so he only brought his third uncle's son Zhao Mu into the city.

"Why, 60 cents is really not much. Try someone else. If they don't have 80 or 90 cents, they definitely won't hire you."

Lao Cai was very embarrassed and quoted 60 cents, but he gave a discounted price because we all lived in Nanluoguxiang.

He has already hit the bottom price.

No one is interested...

Besides, he didn't ask for much this time.

It only costs a little over one cent per person, and they run more than ten miles...

Even a mule would need half a basket of fodder!

But for him, only two steamed buns are enough~