Bringing space back to the 1970s to develop rural areas

The heart is born on the left side, so everyone is biased.

"Okay, starting from next month, part of it will be deposited into this passbook." Compared to Chen Yu, Yang Qingdai can definitely make him feel a few hundred times more at ease. "Although my net worth is not as much as yours, I can't afford such a large courtyard house. Just help Nini with the money. If the money is not enough, I will make up for it when I come back."

Yang Qingdai joked, "Then you have to protect your life. If you dare not pay back the debt, I will make your sister work for me for the rest of her life to pay off the debt."

"That won't do." Tang Danbai sat up straight immediately, "Before my parents died, they told me to take good care of their precious child, Nini.

If it weren't for special reasons, I wouldn't have been willing to send her to Qingshan Brigade. I owed her a favor so I asked someone to arrange for her to go there. You don't know, the situation in Yunnan Province is so chaotic that the troops had to be dispatched."

Although I haven't heard of it or seen it now, I did catch a glimpse of it when I was looking for information in my previous life.

"Forget it, I'd better not let you know too much bad news. You haven't grown taller or gained weight in these years, and you eat so much...ah..."

"Oh!"

With a loud bang, Tang Danbai fell on his back in a very ungraceful manner.

"Yang Qingdai, you..." The word "fuck" was choked back by her angry glare.

Yang Qingdai retracted her leg that had kicked over Tang Danbai's chair as if nothing had happened, "Be more careful when you speak next time, or you'll die without knowing why."

Tang Danbai stood up and brushed off the dust on his clothes. "Is it that serious? Can you please stop getting into fights over a disagreement? How can an old man like me bear such torture from you?"

"Don't worry, you are still very young." Yang Qingdai put away the passbook, "I'm hungry, let's go eat."

At dinner, after Tang Danbai told everyone that he would leave for work tomorrow, Qu Mei also said that she was also going back to Shanghai.

A dinner celebrating the start of school turned into a farewell dinner.

Before going to school and work, I said goodbye to Tang Danbai and Qu Mei, and hurriedly started the first day of my real college life.

The intensive course load made several kids who were excited to go to college feel depressed, especially Yang Qingdai.

Why is it completely different from her previous university? The teachers focus on the major, the homework, and even on the people during class. How can she dare to skip classes or be late like she did in the university in her previous life?

When I get home, I have to prepare drawings to be mailed to the textile factory to attend the trade fair and communicate about fabrics and decorations.

In this era of extremely inconvenient communication, in order to get more orders at this trade fair, Yang Qingdai asked the director of the textile factory to ask for leave for her in the name of the factory.

When the factory director heard that Yang Qingdai wanted to come to the factory early to help prepare samples, he was more than willing to do so.

A very formal invitation letter was sent to her school by expedited mail, with a special note stamped with the official seal of the textile factory.

The moment they received the letter, the school leaders attached great importance to it and immediately found Yang Qingdai and her teacher to understand the situation. After the discussion, they unanimously agreed to let Yang Qingdai go to Yangcheng to attend the trade fair.

If she can go again next time, I hope she can help the school get a few places to participate.

Yang Qingdai didn't dare to guarantee this, and she didn't know the situation at the textile factory. Everything was arranged for her in advance by Tang Danbai.

The leaders could understand her difficulties and just said they would try their best. They knew that the quotas were limited and it was difficult to take out one more. They asked for several places at once, which really made it difficult for the girl.

Amid the expectant eyes of the school staff, and the envious and jealous eyes of Tang Danni and Qu Dongdong, Yang Qingdai packed her bags and boarded the flight that the school leaders had specially arranged for her.

At this time, no matter how rich you are, you cannot buy a plane ticket without a formal letter of introduction from your employer. In addition to the official seal of the employer, the letter of introduction must also clearly state the departure time, departure place and destination, as well as your name, gender and age.

The current price of an air ticket from Beijing to Guangzhou is equivalent to three or two months' salary for an ordinary worker.

Only Yang Qingdai, whom Xiaodao calls a "spendthrift woman", dares to be extravagant.

"Wow, Xiaodao, I didn't expect to get a TV as a free gift when I take the plane. This money is well spent." Yang Qingdai, who was resting with her eyes closed on the plane, communicated with Xiaodao through her consciousness.

Xiaodao's hand shook, and half a bag of rock sugar was sprinkled into the sugar water that was about to be served.

"You are such a spendthrift woman. You actually spent money on a plane ride!!! And you made me lose a pot of sugar water!!!"

Xiaodao roared out of control, as if it could rush out of her consciousness and fight her to the death in the next moment. Yang Qingdai was so scared that she quickly regained consciousness and dared not communicate with it anymore.

Oh my god, what happened to Xiaodao recently?

My temper is getting more and more violent, like a gas tank that can explode without any ignition.

Forget it, even if she can't afford to offend him, she can still hide from him. Now she really needs to close her eyes and rest.

A few hours later, Yang Qingdai saw a large cardboard with her name on it as she walked out of the airport dragging her suitcase and carrying a large backpack.

Yang Qingdai's heart skipped a beat, and the person involved was a little embarrassed.

Passersby couldn't help but stare at the young man holding the big cardboard.

"Hello, I'm Yang Qingdai." As she lowered her head to take out her ID, she reminded him, "Put away the cardboard."

Yang Qingdai didn't dare to say the words "how embarrassing".

After checking the documents, the young man also listened to the advice and took the cardboard before introducing himself to Yang Qingdai: "Hello, Xiao Yang, I am the driver of the factory, you can just call me Xiao Xie. The factory director sent me to pick you up to the factory to take a look at the samples, and then send you back to the hotel to rest later."

"Okay." Yang Qingdai naturally pushed the suitcase towards his outstretched hand.

She did not contact Zhang Qi Zheng in advance when she came back this time, as she did not want to cause him too much trouble.

She didn't need to worry about the two rented houses at home. The shipyard remitted money to her on time, and Zhang Qizhen would also tell her about the situation of the houses.

"Comrade Xiao Yang, you're here at the right time. Come and take a look at this woolen coat," Yang Qingdai was forcibly pulled into the workshop by a bald uncle as soon as she got off the car.

The bald scalp reflected brightly under the light, and when the wind blew, the few strands of hair fluttered rhythmically.

"Director, you will scare Xiao Yang like this."

The driver, Xiao Xie, followed behind, worried that Xiao Yang would be scared away by their factory director's rudeness.

He had only been working there for a short time, but he had heard that the textile factory was able to thrive thanks to Xiao Yang's novel clothing drawings two years ago, and that the clothes they exported to Hong Kong were selling very well.

The factory survived, and the few strands of hair on their director's head were saved.

"Nonsense, Comrade Xiao Yang is a rare talent, she can understand my anxiety."

"Director Xie, what's the hurry?"

From their conversation, Yang Qingdai finally knew the identity of this "impolite" uncle.