Chapter 357

Lin Zhao sat down without ceremony, looked at her uncle's injured arm, and stretched out her slender, fair fingers, touching the cotton-padded jacket he was wearing lightly, lightly.

"Uncle, your arm... how is the recovery? Can you move it?"

Uncle Song looked at the genuine concern in Zhaozhao's eyes, and waves of warmth surged in his heart. He stretched his arm forward, making the movements of opening his hand, clenching his fist, and opening it again.

"Look at how I've recovered?" His voice was light and smiling.

"Almost better." Lin Zhao's lips turned up, and a bright smile bloomed, "Uncle can continue to be a technician."

Her eyes were serious, "I like seeing Uncle in high spirits, Uncle who is capable of doing anything."

Uncle Song's eyes became even softer, and he touched her hair. How could he not have a soft heart for such a girl and not be good to her?

"I will. The doctor said the recovery is very good and won't affect work and life."

Lin Zhao clapped lightly, "That's too good."

Uncle Song smiled gently and didn't ignore Yuan Xiang, "Xiangxiang, are you used to marrying into the county? Your aunt and I are back. If you have time, come to the door. If you encounter anything unpleasant, come too. I'm your own uncle; you don't have to be so formal."

Yuan Xiang smiled, "Okay."

Her life after marriage was smooth. Her husband handed over the financial power to her, the transport team's salary was high, and she could eat meat from time to time. It was inevitable that she grew flesh on her body and face. Her skin was white with a hint of red. Just one look, and one knew she was living extremely smoothly.

"Xiangxiang seems a bit rounder. This is good; she looks healthy." Aunt Song said.

She took out the things she brought for Lin Zhao and Yuan Xiang.

"I bought a sweater for each of you. The size should be suitable. Zhaozhao, Xiangxiang, take a look and see if you like them?"

"The red one is Xiangxiang's. You just got married, so wear something festive. The yellow one is Zhaozhao's. Your skin is white, so wearing yellow makes you look even whiter and looks good." Aunt Song arranged the destination of the two sweaters.

Lin Zhao stood up, took the sweater, spread it out, held the shoulder line of the sweater with her fingers, gestured in front of her, and smiled until her brows and eyes were bent.

"Aunt's vision is really good. This color is really tender. I like it so much. It looks good, right? I'll wear it for the New Year." Her voice was light and soft, filled with joy.

"It looks good. Zhaozhao looks good; she looks good even draped in a bed sheet." Aunt Song remembered the scene of little Lin Zhao draped in a bed sheet pretending to be a princess, ordering Yuncheng and Yunjin to be guards, her eyes full of smiles.

Time passed really fast.

She moved the largest mirror in the house so Lin Zhao could look at it to her heart's content.

Yuan Xiang's personality wasn't as outgoing as Lin Zhao's. She hugged the sweater Aunt Song gave her, sat on the sofa, thanked her obediently, and after she finished admiring it, seeing her uncle's water was finished, she added some quietly.

Uncle Song's eyes softened, and he asked gently, "Xiangxiang, you've been married to the city for a month or so. You should be familiar with it. Is there any work you want to do?"

This was to keep an eye on work for her.

Lin Zhao folded the sweater and interjected with a smile, "Brother-in-law found work for my sister. She works in the county government building as a broadcaster. There's no need for Uncle to help keep an eye on it."

"Oh my, there's such a good thing. The broadcaster job is good. Have you started working?" Aunt Song said with a smile.

Yuan Xiang replied, "Not yet, I've completed the entry procedures."

This month, she learned standard Mandarin and read books and newspapers to improve herself, just for fear that she wouldn't be able to hold the iron rice bowl.

"If there's anything you don't understand, ask us." Aunt Song said enthusiastically.

Yuan Xiang responded, "Zhaozhao helped me a lot. She helped me choose books and newspapers."

Not only that, she said a lot about what to pay attention to at work, such as how to get along with colleagues, what should be said, what shouldn't be said...

"Zhaozhao is careful. It's right to find her." Aunt Song patted the back of Lin Zhao's hand.

People's hearts are biased. Zhaozhao was a girl she watched grow up. Her heart was on her side. She brought a whole set of new clothes for Zhaozhao, only took out two sweaters, and would give the rest to her privately.

Lin Zhao ate the candy and cookies Uncle and Aunt brought back from the provincial capital. This one was delicious, and that one was also delicious.

While eating, she fed Aunt.

"Eat it yourself, Xiangxiang should eat too." Aunt Song laughed.

"Aunt, Uncle won't be working before the New Year, right? His injury hasn't fully healed." Seeing Aunt didn't want to eat anymore, Lin Zhao ate it herself. After eating the cookies, she cracked melon seeds. After cracking melon seeds until her mouth was dry, she started drinking tea.

"He won't do it himself, but he has to use his mouth to do some guidance work." Aunt Song said.

Uncle Song smiled and said in a joking tone, "After all, I have a high salary."

Aunt Song looked at her husband, not knowing who couldn't stay idle, clearly nursing an injury but still reading every day.

"Zhaozhao, I heard from your mother that you want a washing machine?"

Yunjin sat obediently next to Lin Zhao, saw the small wound on Lin Zhao's finger, and said righteously, "How normal is it that my sister wants a washing machine? It's cold, and washing clothes hurts hands so much. Her family has five people. The clothes changed by Yubao, Hengbao, and the others all have to be washed by my sister. Coming once every few days, anyone would feel annoyed."

Not to mention, his sister wasn't someone who could endure hardship.

Of course, there was no need to endure hardship.

"Dad, do you have any way? If you do, get a washing machine for my sister."

Lin Zhao looked over with expectant eyes.

Her sister-in-law had to work and had no time to help her wash bed sheets, quilt covers, and clothes. She washed them all herself. It was too painful. Thinking that she had to be cold for several more months, her eyes went dark.

She glanced at the big bag she brought, and her eyes flickered a few times.

Uncle Song glared at Yunjin, "If I had a way, could I not get it for your sister?"

This little bad egg, only knows how to order his father around.

"Then what to do?" Yunjin held Lin Zhao's hand, looked at the small scab-falling wound on it, and the tangled brows wrinkled together, "Sister, how did you get hurt? No need to say, it must be from doing housework. I'm about to graduate, and work hasn't been settled. How about I go be a nanny for a few months and talk about it when it's hot."

Yuan Xiang was dumbfounded.

"??"

Lin Zhao patted Yunjin's hand away and said angrily, "If you came back a few days later, this wound wouldn't even be visible."

"Although it's not visible, it hurt when it was just injured." Yunjin said very seriously.

He looked at Lin Zhao, his expression worried, "Sister, did you cry when you were just injured?"

Lin Zhao flicked his forehead, "I'm not a child. How could I cry from such a small injury? You kid looks down on your sister too much. Don't talk nonsense about being a nanny. Finding a job properly is the right thing. Don't you want to enter the newspaper office? Our family has no connections, so I'm afraid it's very difficult. Don't waste time for me."

Yunjin touched his head and muttered, "How is this wasting time."

Sister brings four children alone, and he has to manage everything in the family. How hard it is. If she encounters something she can't handle, he doesn't know if she will cry. He is very worried.

"It was so cold last year, and I got through it. Why can't I do it this year?" Lin Zhao was afraid Yunjin would really pack his things and run to be her nanny, so she looked serious, thinking about dispelling his thoughts.

This kid could really do it.

When she was a child, she returned to the Dongfeng Brigade for winter vacation. This kid made a fuss about not wanting her to leave. One day, he ran to find her quietly, almost scaring the whole family.

Yunjin saw that Lin Zhao wasn't happy and looked regretful, "Okay."

He turned his gaze to Uncle Song, "Dad, if there's really no way, you study it yourself and try to make one."

Lin Zhao looked at the little cousin in surprise, "You and the second brother really have a tacit understanding. What you said is exactly the same."

Yunjin's eyes were proud, "Gentlemen see the same thing. Dad, you really should try."

Aunt Song spoke, "Otherwise, what do you think your dad is busy with every day? Isn't he studying washing machines?"

She and her husband went to the Friendship Store specifically to see what imported washing machines looked like.

After seeing it, her husband's determination to make a washing machine was even firmer. God knows how difficult it was to start from scratch without data and missing parts.

She couldn't persuade him, so she could only support him. She went to the waste recycling station several times just after returning, and she went there to collect parts.

Lin Zhao's eyes were pleasantly surprised, "Really?"

"Of course it's true. It's also my fault for not considering this earlier. Otherwise, you might have already used a washing machine." Uncle Song said.

During this period, he communicated with his classmates frequently. His classmates were in the same major as him and were basically engaged in research. After a communication, he received many books that could be used and benefited a lot.

"That's great, Uncle. I want to reserve one." Lin Zhao was happy.

Aunt Song said, "Your uncle said the first one is yours."

"Uncle is really good to me." Lin Zhao moved her body, rubbed her head against her uncle's arm, and her smile was as bright as a flower, "It's okay to use the washing machine later. Uncle, nurse your injury well first."

Uncle Song patted Zhaozhao's forehead dotingly, "I have a count."

Lin Zhao held the big bag she brought and pointed, "Uncle, among the things I brought, there are several technical books. I got them by accident. Thinking you like them, I brought them all for you."

Uncle Song was happy to see the hunt, and his eyes lit up, "You have a heart."

Zhaozhao also sent him a few before, all of which he hadn't seen, and they benefited him a lot.

"Sister Xiangxiang also has a heart. She brought an old hen for Uncle to nourish his body." Lin Zhao said.

Yuan Xiang hurriedly said, "Compared to the wedding gift Uncle and Aunt gave me, this doesn't count as anything."

"How can it not count? The doctor said your uncle needs to supplement nutrition. I originally planned to find a way to exchange for an old hen. You sent it just in time." Aunt Song pulled Yuan Xiang's hand, her eyes gentle.

Yuan Xiang's expression was a bit constrained, but her heart was happy. Looking at Aunt, her cheeks were slightly hot, and her voice was soft and light, "It should be. My mother also exchanged two old hens for Uncle, as well as a hundred eggs, saying she would send them when Uncle and Aunt returned."

Uncle Song's eyes were complicated.

That eldest sister of his had a fast mouth and often said unpleasant things, but her heart was good. She had him and the younger sister.

"Your mother also has a heart. When she comes, I'll let Yunjin call you. You bring Li Song and have a meal together." Aunt Song said properly.

Yuan Xiang looked at Uncle, saw no rejection on Uncle's face, and responded.

Her mother must be happy.

Yunjin had been Lin Zhao's follower since he was a child, sticking to her and talking about their affairs in the provincial capital.

After a while, he asked about Lin Zhao's brother-in-law, "Sister, I heard brother-in-law became a regiment commander?"

"Did your brother tell you?" Lin Zhao said knowingly, "You have to add a 'deputy' word in front."

Uncle Song heard that his nephew-in-law was promoted and was happy in his heart, saying loudly, "Chenghuai is just young, otherwise he would have been a regiment commander long ago."

It was just that the border was unstable, and the domestic environment was also unstable, so there were many opportunities to earn merit. Young people as capable as him were easy to be promoted. If it were a peaceful era, it would be slow.

Aunt Song said, "Chenghuai is a capable person. Our Zhaozhao is good, so she should marry such an excellent young man."

She looked at Yuan Xiang again, "Li Song is a retired soldier. After being tempered by the country, he is also a good one. The transport team's work is very good. If he works hard, his future is also boundless."

"Your work is also good, easy and decent. Your mother must be very happy, right?"

Yuan Xiang said, "My mother doesn't know yet. I plan to tell her next time I go back."

"Your mother wants you to live well the most. If she knows you have a job, she will definitely be happy."

Just as they were talking, knock, knock, knock, a few knocks sounded.

Yunjin opened the door, and outside the door was Yuncheng.

"Brother, why are you back at this time? Were you fired?"

"Bah!" Song Yuncheng bent his fingers and knocked on his head, "You're the one who was fired. Brat who doesn't wish me well."

He crossed his brother and entered the door, picked up his enamel mug, drank his tea, and explained, "Master has something to do, so he gave me a half-day holiday."

Lin Zhao asked, "Where is Qingzhou?"

"He went home." Yuncheng said honestly. Thinking that the boy's mood wasn't right today, he said to Lin Zhao, "Sister, I feel he is strange. When I asked him why, he wouldn't say. Go back and ask him to see if he will tell you."

"Hmm?" Lin Zhao made a sound of doubt.

"Was he wronged?"

"Probably not." Yuncheng was also busy at the factory and couldn't be by Qingzhou's side at all times, so he didn't know much.

"I'll go back and ask."

Lin Zhao didn't stay long, saying she had to go back to cook for the children, so she left the Song family first. Yuan Xiang was left behind.

She put on a mask, wrapped a scarf, jumped on her bicycle, faced the gusts of cold wind, and headed toward the Harvest Brigade.

Halfway there, she saw a familiar figure in front.

"Qingzhou, get on the bike."

Seeing the call of the third sister-in-law, Gu Qingzhou jumped into the back seat of the bicycle.

"Thank you, third sister-in-law."

Lin Zhao hit the ball straight, "Yuncheng said your mood is strange. What's wrong? Tell me."

Gu Qingzhou didn't hide it and said, "Third sister-in-law, I don't want to go to the electrical motor factory anymore."

"Why?" Lin Zhao asked with a stable mood.

"... The feeling of being treated as a hypothetical enemy by others is very bad." Gu Qingzhou whispered.

Although there was wind, Lin Zhao still heard the boy's words.

Her head was full of question marks, "??"

"Hypothetical enemy?"

"Who treats you as a hypothetical enemy?!"

Gu Qingzhou pursed his lips, which were slightly pale compared to normal people, and said, "The daughter of Brother Yuncheng's master."

He didn't say what her name was.

That was a female comrade. He always had to consider the other party's reputation. In fact, if Lin Zhao hadn't asked, he wouldn't have said more. This was the pure kindness that belonged to Gu Qingzhou alone.

"I see. Have you told Master Yan?" Lin Zhao didn't pursue the question and didn't think it was a big deal.

Yuncheng said Qingzhou had great talent. She would beg her uncle to let her uncle lead him for a few years, and wouldn't her brother-in-law rise up?

"I have." Gu Qingzhou said. He had gained a lot in these few months and could already do simple repair work independently.

"It's okay. My uncle needs a helper. Go be his assistant." Lin Zhao said.

Gu Qingzhou had heard many things about Uncle Song and felt admiration in his heart. He asked expectantly and anxiously, "Is Engineer Song willing for me to be an assistant?"