Chapter 797: Xiao Changsheng

Seeing the section chief leave the office in good spirits, she finally made the call.

Luckily, her luck held—the other side told her to call back in ten minutes.

But before ten minutes passed, the office phone rang: "Hello, who's this?"

On the other end came Fu Yan Cheng's voice, clearly rushed: "Fu Yan Cheng, among the vouchers you gave me, there are still bicycle vouchers, sewing machine vouchers, and radio vouchers—did you mix them up?"

Fu Yan Cheng, hearing it was about this, sighed in relief: "Didn't I already say? The watch you keep for yourself; the rest stay at home—I'll buy a full set when we marry."

Liu Chuxue, hearing this, was stunned: "Are you serious?"

"Of course. The vouchers are all with you—how could they be fake? It's my fault for not telling you sooner."

"But if your family finds out..."

In this era, most families were lucky to have one or two such items; to gather all three turns and one sound was already enviable, let alone having two of each except the watch—few families could manage that.

After all, buying these things wasn't just about money; the vouchers were the hardest to get—she had no idea how Fu Yan Cheng got them.

But she didn't need to ask—she knew he'd gone to great lengths.

Fu Yan Cheng fell silent for a long while: "Xue'er, are you still there?"

Liu Chuxue's voice cracked: "I am."

Fu Yan Cheng heard it: "After I finish these few days, I'll take you to buy everything back and put it at Liu Xiaoyuan."

Since they couldn't talk long on the phone, Liu Chuxue whispered: "I understand. Go ahead and work—I'll hang up."

The Xiao Changsheng family stayed in the city two more days before politely declining the old man's invitation to stay, preparing to return to the village.

Over those two days, they discussed repeatedly; Xiao Changsheng decided to follow his elder brother's advice and take a job as a track maintenance worker at the train station—though not easy, it was currently the only suitable position for him.

Xiao Changjiang also advised him to spend time learning more characters, so he could later find a way to transfer him to an easier post.

Xiao Changsheng had heard the gossip these past two days—how he was Xiao family's youngest son, raised in the countryside, an illiterate peasant.

To be honest, it hurt him deeply, so he resolved in his heart: from now on, he'd make time to learn more characters, at least so he wouldn't burden his elder brother when seeking an easier post.

It was settled—they'd pack up and report back in a week.

As for housing, Xiao the Elder said he'd handle it.

After sending the Xiao family off, Xiao the Elder turned to Miao Yiqiu: "Earlier, I discussed with Changjiang about transferring the house on Yuru Hutong to Changsheng as compensation—what do you think?"

Miao Yiqiu smiled lightly: "I have no objection—it was always Changjiang and Changsheng's property anyway. If Changjiang has no issue, then let's do it."

I've noticed they feel cramped living here; moving to that courtyard would let them breathe easier."

Seeing she agreed, Xiao the Elder immediately sent someone to arrange it, eager for his younger son's family to move in as soon as possible.

On the other side, when Xiao Changjiang returned home at noon, he mentioned it to his wife, Zhang Haitang: "Dad said to let the second brother's family live in the Yuru Hutong house—I agreed."

Zhang Haitang knew that courtyard well: "Right now, our house is big enough, but when the grandchildren grow older, it won't be enough—I was planning to have Laosan's family move there once he returns from the village."