Chapter 193: The Door God Appears

While the two of them were complaining, Director Wang walked in.

Seeing Yang Qing and the other person's fragrant baked buns and sweet potatoes, he rudely sat down beside them and started eating.

Nowadays, food is no longer as scarce as it was last year.

Yang Qing's quota had risen to 27 catties.

Seeing another person come to snatch food, Wan Ling and Yang Qing ate even faster.

Aunt Wang polished off half a sweet potato before she stopped talking.

"The roasting is good, the sweet potatoes are well chosen, this yellow-fleshed one is delicious to eat."

Wan Ling saw Director Wang not eating, so she slowed down as well.

"Director, what do you need by coming over?"

Director Wang nodded.

"Good news, given that your long-term rental project has been completed well, this project is now officially launched."

"Yang Qing, your salary will be paid at the regular worker rate; Wan Ling, your salary will be raised by one grade."

"If you can make greater contributions, becoming a permanent employee is not impossible."

While eating a sweet potato, Yang Qing almost choked.

"Cough cough..."

"Become permanent? How could that be possible?"

Director Wang said firmly.

"It is possible."

"This is a notice just issued from above: for those who make major contributions, they can be brought into work at the Jiedao."

The policy has changed; this is Yang Qing's first impression.

However, he felt it a bit abrupt, after all, not long ago they were still threatening him not to mess around.

Now they suddenly give him such a big benefit?

Is this a blessing or a curse?

After taking a sip of water to soothe his throat, Yang Qing looked at Aunt Wang in surprise.

"Aunt, I feel a bit uneasy inside."

Aunt Wang patted his shoulder.

"Put your heart in your belly."

"Recently, the higher-ups have affirmed our Jiedao's projects."

"And you have made great contributions, deserving of it."

Only then did Yang Qing let out a sigh of relief.

"Alright, if a pie falls from the sky, I'll just take it."

After Aunt Wang left, Yang Qing fell silent.

This world, truly unpredictable; originally I thought the Jiedao was finished, and standing in for someone was foolproof.

But after just a few days, the standing-in effort fell short, while the Jiedao saw a turn for the better.

Things are just that ridiculous.

But similarly, today you may have followers, tomorrow you could be denounced by everyone.

Wan Ling saw Yang Qing thinking, so she didn't disturb him; she also stared at the stove, beginning to think about how to make further progress.

"Building houses, renting houses—what else can we do?"

She really couldn't think of anything, so she looked at Yang Qing.

Yang Qing was thinking about his own matters and ignored her.

"Brother-in-law, what do you say we can still do?"

"I'm about to develop problems from idleness."

Yang Qing glanced at her.

"We can also collect houses."

"Now private buying and selling of houses is not allowed, but they didn't say the Jiedao can't collect them."

"In winter, we can't build houses, but we can collect houses, then set rents based on the purchase price, and rent them out."

"Here, inside and out, we can make a profit."

"It can also improve the Jiedao's housing ownership structure."

Wan Ling slapped her thigh.

"Exactly, why didn't I think of that? We can't build houses now, but some people already have ready-made ones."

"Brother-in-law, you're simply fantastic."

Yang Qing gave a glance.

"Then why not go ask the director for the right to collect houses?"

Wan Ling was looked down upon by Yang Qing, but she didn't mind; instead, she acted like a lackey.

"Brother-in-law, I'm going right now."

Having said that, she rushed off in a hurry.

Without Wan Ling's distractions, Yang Qing could finally settle down to think about the future.

Should he go to the front desk?

It seems next year will be a great liberalization era, affirming the role of intellectuals in national construction.

Someone like him could also be considered a different kind of intellectual.

Moreover, he himself also qualifies for the title of intellectual.

He has already self-studied up to junior high school level.

Next year he can finish self-studying high school.

This is already much stronger than most people.

「Next year, should we shift towards culture, write a few articles, praise and praise………」

「This counts as a thorough overhaul of body and spirit, right? 」

「By the way, we can also earn some money. 」

This idea is not bad; Yang Qing is a bit excited.

Time passed in his daydreaming.

Until after work, Wan Ling did not return.

Yang Qing also didn't wait for her, directly closed the door and left.

Returning to the courtyard, San Da Ye, disregarding the cold, waited in the big courtyard for people to come back.

The Door Gods begin their formal appearance.

「San Da Ye, you didn't go fishing today? 」

Yan Fu Gui threw a big white-eye over.

「Ah, nonsense, I only fish on Sundays. 」

Yang Qing also gave him a white-eye: 「You think I don't know? You often skip class to go fishing. 」

「What's this then? 」

San Da Ye had a helpless expression.

「This month, Jiecheng and his wife haven't been working; it's not that my little salary can support the family. 」

「Yang Qing, I heard your family harvested a lot of Yangjiang sauce this year; can you lend me some? Pickled vegetables with cornmeal porridge will get us by。」

Yang Qing indicated understanding.

「San Da Ye, in a moment you come over, I'll get it ready for you. 」

「Raising a big family isn't easy; everyone knows that. 」

「If you can help, you should lend a hand. 」

「Who hasn't had a difficult time? 」

San Da Ye was moved to the point of being unable to contain himself.

「Thank you, thank you, it's still Yang Qing who is straightforward. 」

San Da Ye still walked onto the path of the Door Gods.

Yang Qing entered the Zhengyuan; Qin Huairu was fighting with Jia Zhangshi.

No one knows what happened; anyway, Xiao Dang and Huahua were crying loudly.

「Mom, you're snatching the kids' food; don't you think it's excessive? 」

「Bang Geng is your grandson; isn't Xiao Dang your granddaughter? 」

「Now our family is better off; why won't you let Xiao Dang eat her fill? 」

Jia Zhangshi said indignantly.

「I have to watch the money-losing goods, cook for the money-losing goods, do household chores, and wash your clothes. 」

「Am I not tired? What's wrong with me eating a bit more? 」

「If you're capable, don't make me wash your clothes, don't let me look after the kids. 」

Qin Huairu retorted to Jia Zhangshi.

「Mom, you're home all day doing nothing, watching the kids, cleaning the house—what's wrong with that? 」

「Isn't this your home? 」

Jia Zhangshi jumped.

「The old lady has worked herself up; these are what you should do. 」

「Now you make me do it, you unfilial thing. 」

「I'll tell you, clothes—I won't wash them for you anymore, do as you like. 」

Qin Huairu snorted.

「Mom, I'm a woman doing men's work in the workshop; you can ask Da Ye how tiring it is. 」

「You stay at home idle, not washing clothes or cooking; what else do you want to do? 」

「If not, you can go paste paper boxes; I won't let you wash clothes. 」

「Don't even think about it. 」

Jia Zhangshi continued jumping.

However, in the end Jia Zhangshi still had to compromise, because Qin Huairu holds the wages; if Qin Huairu is unhappy, she dares to split the household.

After the split, she got a rural household registration, but she still couldn't eat enough.

You should know, now the rice she eats, much of it is apportioned from Qin Huairu's and the children's rations.