I pamper the little baby in 80

Yuan Hongkai was a little anxious when he heard this, and looked at Yuan's mother pitifully.

Yuan's mother has always been the most protective of her youngest son, and said quickly: "Old man, you see San'er wants to see someone, every job, there is a girl who is willing to marry him."

"What are you talking about!" Yuan's father glared at his wife dissatisfiedly, thought for a moment, and then said: "Your brother is incompetent, and he has failed many blind dates. If you have a serious job, I will be a father and I'm sorry for you."

Yuan Hongkai couldn't hide the joy on his face, and Yuan's mother also heaved a sigh of relief.

Yuan Hongjun, who had a harmonious family in his previous life, found it interesting to watch the eyebrows and lawsuits of several people.

I was also amazed at the heart in the armpit of the Yuan family.

"Haha, the second child deserves to be treated like a horse?" Yuan Hongjun chuckled a few times and looked at Yuan's father: "Dad, my son is 23 and has no relationship or job."

Yuan's father was speechless by his son's choking, feeling embarrassed, his voice was a bit cold, "You are also a member of the Yuan family, ah, if you eat and drink for free at home, you should contribute to the family. As a father, I also I can’t let you suffer. If your brother pays 70 yuan, it will be treated as if you sold him the job. If there is a chance in the future, Dad will find you a temporary worker in the factory, so it’s okay for the head office.”

That benevolent tone made Yuan Hongjun frowned.

In the 80s, the wages of workers were low, and mature workers were 50 yuan per month.

Yuan's father is a veteran in the factory, and only 110 yuan per month.

But looking at the expressions of Yuan Hongkai and Yuan's mother, I am afraid that Yuan Hongjun agrees, and the money will not reach his pocket.

It was impossible for Yuan Hongjun to give the job to the white-eyed wolf for nothing, but he was really tired of talking to them, so he said perfunctorily: "This job is related to the team leader, and the cannery is also working outside the rules. Let's talk about it in two days."

The members of the Yuan family didn't take it seriously, so they assumed that Yuan Hongjun agreed, with a happy expression on his face.

Yuan's mother was even more generous, making a bowl of brown sugar water for Yuan Hongjun.

"Hey, don't say that Mom doesn't love you, this brown sugar water is rare, drink it, drink it, and raise it quickly so that you can go to the factory to get things done."

After Yuan's mother finished speaking, she went out to buy vegetables with a vegetable basket on her shoulders, and she would not be able to buy fresh ones any later.

Yuan Hongjun took the small iron basin, and curled his lips ironically. He was familiar with economics in his previous life, and no one knew it better than him.

The reform and opening up had just started, and gold was everywhere in this era, so he didn't like this job.

But it's a hot potato in your hands. It's better to sell it with a relationship with a cannery, or it's better than cheap blood-sucking leeches.

Just in case Ye Chang had more dreams, Yuan Hongjun decided to go to check his mouth immediately.

So he lowered his head and was about to drink the brown sugar water when someone kicked him lightly on the leg.

"Who asked you to have sugar water? My grandma told me that the sugar water belongs to Xiaorui. Bring it to me!"

The child has a sharp voice, with a taste of bossing around

Yuan Hongjun pursed his lips, and looked down at the 6-year-old brat in front of him.

Yuan Qirui, the youngest son of the eldest son of the Yuan family.

He raised his head and drank the sugar water in one gulp, staring at the brat, and said in a low voice, "Kick me again, be careful of your ass."

The child has been the treasure of the family since he was a child. When he saw someone attacking him, he cried aloud.

Climbing up the iron stairs, looking for his mother.

The small, dark living room was stuffy and oppressive.

Yuan Hongjun went upstairs to his room.

The original owner's room was small and cramped, only about three square meters, barely fit a single bed.

There are no windows in the room, the air does not circulate, and it is very stuffy.

The mild musty smell made Yuan Hongjun frown slightly.

It seems that if he has a chance to move out, it will be convenient for him to act in the future.