The 1970s Female Supporting Actress Counterattack

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After dinner, everyone went back to their own homes. Speaking of which, the brothers of the Dragon and Tiger Gang haven't gathered together to do big things on the street for a long time. If they don't make some achievements, others will think they are going to be good people.

It's not easy to do their job. If they don't come out for too long, they will be looked down upon by other gangs and come to grab the territory directly.

However, Song Zhi's reputation has spread far and wide, and people from other gangs have not dared to come and provoke him for the time being.

What is puzzling is that their boss Song Zhi seems to have no interest in revitalizing the gang recently. If you trace it back, it was after the last time that woman "teased" him on the street.

This made these brothers wonder if that incident hit their boss's self-esteem and he has never recovered since then.

However, they did not dare to ask him directly. If that was the case, they would be exposing his scars.

Song Zhi returned home, sweating from the heat of the sun. He went to the bathroom, took a cold shower, changed his clothes, and lay down on the bed.

He had not seen Lin Wanwan for several days. He did not know what Lin Wanwan was thinking. He was afraid that she would be annoyed if he appeared in front of her frequently. But he could not hide his thoughts. He liked someone just to let the other person know. As for whether he accepted it or not, that was the other person's business.

So while the economy was still good, he planned to give Lin Wanwan something.

Grandma Song's foot had healed, but Song Zhi did not continue to let her go out to work. He let her enjoy her old age at home and leave the money-making to him.

So Grandma Song stopped bothering herself and read books and newspapers every day and took care of the vegetable garden.

She still had to cook because she had certain requirements for the taste of the food and she was not very confident in Song Zhi's cooking skills.

In the evening, when she was busy with dinner, Aunt Fang next door was also cooking. It happened that the soy sauce was out and it was too late to buy it temporarily, so Aunt Fang came over with a small bowl to borrow soy sauce.

"Grandma Song, my soy sauce just happened to be out. Can you lend me some? I'll pour a little." Aunt Fang said standing at the door of the stove room.

Grandma Song was not a stingy person. She took out the soy sauce bottle and poured some into her bowl.

Aunt Fang saw the braised pork in Grandma Song's pot and swallowed her saliva. It seemed that she could smell the meat in Grandma Song's house every day these days. What kind of family is this? They eat meat every day.

There are only two people in their family, and Grandma Song only makes a little money. Could it be that Song Zhi can do something big to make money? If he really robbed some big money and disturbed public order, the police would have dealt with them long ago.

They all live in this simple place, and their economic level is similar. The Song family eats meat every day. It must be that Grandma Song fell and injured herself a while ago and wants to make up for her body. After a while, she will probably only be able to drink brown rice porridge.

She couldn't help but say "kindly": "Grandma Song, Song Zhi is not young anymore. He will have to start a family and a career in the future. It's not a good idea to do nothing every day. He must find a formal job and settle down."

Grandma Song has lived for so long that she doesn't know what she is thinking. She just said: "My child likes to move. He can't sit still at work. It's enough for him to earn money to support himself."

"You can't think like that, Without a stable job, I will be hungry and full at times. How will I live if I have a wife and children in the future? Look at my Xiaochun. Although his salary is not high, he has a salary every month. If he saves a little, he can live a stable life. "

"The child has his own ideas. It is the time for him to work hard when he is young. We can talk about stability later."

Auntie Fang wanted to say something, but Song Zhi had already walked out of the room. He had his back to the light in the room and his shoulders were straight.

Auntie Fang was a little afraid of him. She told Grandma Song "Let's talk next time" and left quickly with soy sauce in her hand.

Song Zhi looked at the direction she left and rolled his eyes. There were so many things to do.

*

The weather has been good these days. The sun is bright and there is a breeze during the day. The shade of the tree is a good place to cool off. Lin Wanwan was almost bored staying at home. There happened to be a big tree with lush branches and leaves in the yard of her home. She asked Lin Mingsheng to move a chair for her to sit there and read.

The wind was a bit strong at noon. Lin Wanwan's hair, which was casually let down, was blown into her eyes by the wind, preventing her from reading. She stood up with difficulty and wanted to go back with a cane. She put the chair here first and asked her father to move it later.

Who knew that one of the short-sleeved shirts hanging in the yard was not tucked in tightly, and it happened to be her clothes. It was blown up by the wind and blew directly out of the yard.

She didn't have many clothes to begin with, and she hadn't had time to make new ones yet. She couldn't let another one blow away, so she wanted to go outside the yard to pick them up.

Before she left, Lian Xiaoman picked up her clothes and brought them in: "Wanwan, are these your clothes? I saw they were blown out of your yard, and I picked them up."

"They're mine." This saved Lin Wanwan from having to run out with a cane.

Lian Xiaoman saw her holding a cane and asked with concern: "How is your foot? Is it better?"

"Much better. The doctor told me to come back and rest."

Lian Xiaoman worked in a textile factory, but she was not a worker there. She was a food preparer in the canteen. This job was found for her by her last relative who lived with her. The salary was not high, but at least she could earn some money.

But she lived in her aunt's house and all her salary was handed over. She only had a little pocket money left.

Lin Wanwan thought that she was also an employee of the textile factory, so she should know some of the fabric production situation, and maybe she could get some internal preferential prices, so she pulled her into the house to sit and chat with her.

Lian Xiaoman told Lin Wanwan everything she knew, but her mind was not on this, but on the glutinous rice sticks and mung bean cakes on the table.

These were small cakes used by the Lin family to entertain guests. Lin Wanwan planned to open them and eat them while chatting with her, but Lian Xiaoman couldn't stop eating them.

Lin Wanwan knew that she was not a greedy person, and thought that the cakes were especially to her taste, so she didn't say anything.

Lian Xiaoman came to her senses when the mung bean cake was half empty. Her face flushed and she apologized, "I'm sorry, I ate so much."

"It's okay. I bought it to eat. Do you like it? Do you want to take some home?"

Lian Xiaoman was a little happy when she heard it, but she thought of something and her eyes dimmed again. She wiped the crumbs from her mouth and said, "No, I'll still be hungry tomorrow."

"Why are you hungry? Your aunt doesn't give you food?"