She is no longer a female supporting character in period novels

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Chapter 52: The Wife of the Fifties (52)

  Mrs. Wang has now realized the truth about the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. As some family members said, the most important thing in the tug-of-war between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is to win over the man who is the link between them.

  Lin Jin was able to win every time by playing both sides before, because she seriously practiced this truth.

  Now that she can make a comeback, it is also because of this!

  The old lady called people to take the rice bowl to the commune canteen, muttering: "I don't know where Zhu Yun, that black-hearted thing, got her brain opened. She has the final say in the factory canteen. You have to apply for visiting relatives in advance, and she arranges meals for different days according to different situations."

  "Otherwise, why would I need to accompany you to eat in the countryside? The food in the commune here is better than that in our village canteen, but can it compare with the factory?"

  The old man and the two younger generations, six pairs of eyes were not enough since they got off the train yesterday. They looked back and forth at the neat and beautiful two rows of courtyards and the factory office building, smiling foolishly and nodding, without saying a word.

  The old lady didn't really want to hear their response, so she said to herself: "I'll let my son submit the application for you today. I don't know how many days it will be approved."

  "Be smart when you eat later. Eat the vegetables first, then the steamed buns, and finally just take out the rice and eggs in the soup. Eat as much as you can, and then drink water when you go home!"

  "Remember to put some dry food in the cloth bag I sewed for you yesterday when no one is paying attention. Go home and dry it, grind it into powder, and mix it into paste..."

  As a chef for decades, she has her own set of eating and taking experience.

  The three Wang family nodded repeatedly, rolling up their sleeves and preparing for a big fight.

  The four of them went to the commune canteen in a heroic and high-spirited manner, but when they arrived at the door, they saw a group of people surrounding them and were curious.

  The old lady no longer regarded herself as a woman. She directly lowered her head and squeezed to the front. Seeing the familiar line of papers, her heart trembled a little.

  "Fellow villager, what's written on this?"

  The man took a look at the old lady and knew that she lived in the family compound in the factory area because she looked unfamiliar. She was a new arrival.

  He only said one of the things: "Oh, the commune canteen only accepts people from the commune. Outsiders have to pay for tickets, otherwise the grain in the commune's granary will be eaten up and we will be left with nothing?"

  Old Mrs. Wang widened her eyes, "How can this be? We are all good comrades of the organization, why can't we be more flexible?" The

  commune leaders had patiently explained to everyone just now.

  They can't be blinded by the canteen for a while, they have to look at the long-term, they are all good hands in the fields, and they know the most about grain production.

  Now their lives are good, but they still have to calculate the grain carefully, how can they pin their hopes on the organization? There are so many communes, the organization can't manage them even if it wants to!