"A Dong, you just had dinner." The old Liu came to the door with someone, but his face was far less beautiful than in the morning. It was obvious that this day had made him wake up from the joy of being appreciated by the leader.
At this moment, he had vaguely realized that being an educated youth was not a reward at all, but a trouble.
Gu Mingdong glanced at the three people following him: "Captain, what are you doing here at this time?"
Gu Sanmei and Gu Simei quickly put away the dishes and poured them water.
Wu Mengting glanced at the old Gu family and frowned slightly.
Qian Zhiyi's eyes fell on the uneaten pickles, feeling contempt in his heart.
Xu Zhenzhen, on the other hand, had her little head drooped, with a dejected look, and looked far less energetic than she had been in the morning.
Gu Mingdong saw their expressions in his eyes and couldn't help but sneer in his heart. He didn't despise these two showmen, but they in turn despised their old Gu family.
Wrong old Liu didn't go around in circles and said directly: "It's like this. There are too few people with empty rooms in the production team, and these three educated youths' requirements for accommodation are a bit high, so I can only bring them to your house to ask. "
Qian Zhiyi frowned slightly and secretly wondered what was going on with the captain. Didn't he mean to show that they were good at everything?
He quickly smiled and said: "It's not that we are demanding, it's just that it's not easy to live in a room with a bunch of strangers."
Gu Mingdong gave him a strange look. This person was almost the same as the original owner remembered. He always had a bit of pride as a young man, and he usually looked at people with his nose.
Brother Gu, who was playing with the twins next to him, couldn't help it anymore and said, "Then why are you coming to our house? Our house is just that room, there is no place for you to live."
Qian Zhiyi glanced at him displeased: "I heard from the captain that your family only has six people, and two of them are still children. You can definitely use a room."
"We educated youth also go to the countryside to support construction. Can you sacrifice a little and free up a house? We are willing to use one yuan a month as a subsidy. One yuan is enough to rent a house in the city."
A condescending face that you are the ones who have earned it.
The second brother Gu felt displeased when he saw him. He frowned and said, "Then why are you going to rent a house in the city? Why did you come to my house?"
Qian Zhiyi's face darkened and he looked at the old Liu: "Captain, it seems that the young comrades in your production team are not ideologically aware enough. They don't want to support national construction at all."
Brother Gu's face suddenly turned red and he cursed, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Gu Mingdong coughed and interrupted them: "Captain, I also think this is inappropriate."
Wu Mengting subconsciously raised her head and stared at Gu Mingdong with a pair of affectionate eyes, as if she wanted to talk but refused to give up.
It's a pity that the blind man was looking at her charmingly. Gu Mingdong just pretended not to see it and continued:
"Comrade Qian talks about enlightenment in vain, without looking at the situation of our family. Anan and I are both young men. We have no wives at home, and our two sisters are not too young. Captain, what do you think? Is it appropriate to arrange for educated youths to live here?"
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The Buddhist Cannon Fodder of Seventies [MTL]
General FictionIn the last days, Gu Mingdong became the best piece of period literature The original owner starved to death during the famine years, leaving three younger siblings as cannon fodder. He himself lost his leg and became a stepping stone for the hero a...