The next morning, there were several big news in Nanxi Village.
The first one was that Lin Lin got a job and became a worker. That was a great thing that made the ancestors' graves smoke green smoke. Lin Lin was already a golden rice bowl. Many families without daughters-in-law were regretting it. At first, they saw that Lin Lin could not do anything, could not make clothes, could not work, and had to rely on her family for food. She was not big and it was difficult to give birth. Who knew that she was destined to eat royal food.
Why didn't my family consider Lin Lin? Now I see that this girl is beautiful and has a golden rice bowl. It's a bargain for that outsider.
The second news is that Lin Lin's fiancé is now a teacher. Some people think that Lin Lin gave money to the school. Those who heard this immediately refuted: Qin Zhiqing was chosen as a teacher because he was a college student. He was a college student, a college student who was admitted to college by himself. In the past few decades, Qingshan Town has not produced any college students. Qin Zeyang is also a patient person and has never heard of such a thing.
The third is that the girl from the Xia family is going to marry Peng Yajun from the neighboring village! Peng Yajun is also a pitiful person. His mother died early and he was abused by his stepmother. He didn't even have enough food. Later, I don't know how he entered the army. I heard that he is now a platoon leader and his salary is tens of yuan.
These three pieces of news caused a sensation among the villagers of Nanxi Village, so it was not so conspicuous for Lin Lin and Qin Zeyang to buy a bicycle, but there were still children who would come to Lin Lin's house to carefully touch this precious item.
The outside talk did not reach Lin Lin's ears, as Lin Lin was already working in the supply and marketing cooperative.
Early in the morning, Qin Zeyang leaned on the bicycle and waited for Lin Lin. Today was the day when Lin Lin packed her things and went to the dormitory of the supply and marketing cooperative. He had taken his things to school two days ago.
Looking at the scene in front of her, Lin Lin thought of the modern "beautiful men with luxury cars", so she laughed out loud, and the discomfort of both parties disappeared without a trace.
Lin Lin took out the cushion she had made overnight and put it on the back seat of the bicycle. She didn't feel any bumps on the way. The cushion she made herself was really good.
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When Lin Lin arrived at the dormitory of the supply and marketing cooperative, she looked at her watch and saw that it was only a few minutes after eight o'clock.
Lin Lin didn't have the key to the supply and marketing cooperative, so she went to the guard room to find the key person and explained the situation. The key person came to open the door shakily.
Qin Zeyang had to go to class today, so he had to leave here early on his bicycle.
Lin Lin had made the bed, and there were still some daily necessities that she hadn't bought. Lin Lin was not in a hurry, because she would buy them from her colleagues when the time came.
After the dormitory was packed, she went to the "Administrative Building" of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative to handle the "entry procedures". Lin Lin took her own dormitory key and returned to the dormitory to rest.
Lin Lin rested in the dormitory until noon. Lin Lin took out her aluminum lunch box, which contained white rice and fried cabbage. There was also a little shredded pork in the cabbage. Because today was Lin Lin's first day at work, Lin's mother was worried that Lin Lin would not have time to go to the cafeteria to eat because she was packing things today, so she made it for her and also brought a portion for Qin Zeyang.
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Traveling through the daily life of the 1970s
RomanceAuthor: Eat Five Bowls in One Meal Genre: Time Travel and Rebirth Status: Completed Work Synopsis: Lin Lin traveled to the 1970s after a car accident. When she woke up, she found that she traveled to a novel. For some reason, she took over the role...