Chapter 275: Overjoyed to Tears

Jia Zhangshi still wondered why her report of Yang Qing as a capitalist, which got her over a hundred wages, had drawn no response yet.

Could it be that the report was filed away?

If the district won't work, I'll go to the city tomorrow.

Anyway, Yang Qing is doing so well, it makes her uncomfortable.

If the family has money but doesn't support her, that's a problem.

This Jia Zhangshi, idle or repressed, seems a bit mentally ill; where did her old cleverness go?

She only does things that harm others and bring no benefit to herself.

When Chen Hong saw Yang Qing's new household registration, she shouted excitedly.

"Worker!"

She held up Yang Qing's household registration and shouted all over the courtyard.

"My husband is a worker, my husband is a worker."

Those who heard the commotion came out one after another.

Chen Hong tirelessly showed her household registration to anyone she met.

Her joyful expression overflowed.

"Worker, worker?"

"Has Yang Qing become a worker?"

Every household watched curiously.

Yi Zhonghai, Er Da Ye, Jia Zhangshi and others, upon hearing the news, had faces that stiffened a little.

Yang Qing has truly broken free of the cage; from now on he's likely to soar to great heights.

Those with ulterior motives hurried to bury their own thoughts.

"Congratulations, congratulations."

"Chen Hong, you can relax from now on."

"The future is bright."

"Yes, bright."

From now on, Rou Dan will have no other restrictions; originally she felt guilty for not giving her child a good background.

She had originally pinned her hopes on this review; who knew Yang Qing's result would be delayed.

She had despaired.

Who would have thought, suddenly it became bright.

The two words "worker" are worth a fortune at this time.

A chorus of congratulations made Chen Hong's spirit soar.

Watching the crowd gathering grow larger and larger.

Chen Hong let out a loud shout.

"This Sunday, we'll hold a wedding banquet."

Yang Qing almost toppled over.

"Wife, how much have you drunk? You don't even know your own limit."

"But the wife is happy, so he can't do anything."

"He couldn't tell her: 'Wife, you're getting happy too early; our status is temporary, in a few years we might be sent back to square one, and we might even have to go to the cowshed for reform.'"

"But he couldn't say those words."

"Looks like we'll have to gather some mole crickets, cicada nymphs, frogs, sparrows and such—anything easy to catch for wild game."

"He can't afford meat, doesn't want to buy it, and his family alone wouldn't be enough to eat."

"These things, plus some fish, would be about enough."

"If that still isn't enough, add more fish—steamed, braised, or spicy."

After returning home, Chen Hong's tears flowed; she was too happy.

It turned out she didn't say it on the surface, but she had always cared about this background issue.

Just as her mother said, their Chen family has five martyrs in one line; they must not suffer disgrace.

Yang Qing's background had always been her heartache; today the long illness is gone, so her tears of extreme joy are normal.

The old lady was also happy, she was happy for Yang Qing, Chen Hong, and Rou Dan.

"'Good, good, good, everything's all right now, I can relax.'"

Because she was happy, today Chen Hong personally cooked and prepared a table of water banquet for Yang Qing and the old lady.

(Luoyang water banquet, actually not only Luoyang has it.)

Yang Qing didn't know Chen Hong still had this skill.

He likes eating the water banquet—it's nutritious, healthy, and tastes good.

He just can't make it.

He never expected there to be a treasure of a girl hidden beside him.

At the dinner table, the old lady and Yang Qing praised it without cease.

From the implied meaning in their words, Chen Hong more or less understood.

This is them wanting her to cook more often; she felt a bit impulsive.

"Husband, is it good?"

Yang Qing nodded repeatedly.

"Delicious, delicious, I wish I could eat it every day."

Chen Hong hehe-laughed.

Then I'll teach you, so you can make and eat it yourself every day.

Ah……

Yang Qing gaped; his wife wasn't playing by common sense.

Wife, shouldn't you be making this for me to eat?

Chen Hong hugged Rou Dan.

I watch the kids all day; where would I find the time? Husband, do you not love me anymore?

Familial kidnapping.

Yang Qing understood clearly, but he had no choice but to accept.

Who made it so that this is his own dear wife and son's?

He is far stronger than those later folks who had three kids but not a single biological one.

Such people nowadays would be paraded through the streets, unable to lift their heads for life.

More serious cases could even result in execution by gunshot; in the next ten years, being beaten to death would be normal.

So let's cherish it as we go.

Such a clean marriage is enough for you to boast about.

(As for lust, it's about action, not heart; if you judge by heart, there are no good people in the world. Respect ourselves—we're all old lechers, but some just fantasize without acting, which is also most people's choice.)

(In the past, people actually said anything; causing a ruckus in the bridal chamber was even more outrageous. Nowadays, that could land you in jail. Looking at hooligans, most people just talk a big game but don't act. Unlike now, where everyone looks like a chaste and heroic woman, but if someone waves a phone, they shout for violence, not realizing how chaotic their private lives really are.)

(I used to hear that the more licentious a person is, the more proper they seem; I didn't understand then, but later I realized the world really is like that.)

Yang Qing gritted his teeth.

"It hurts, I must hurt you; I'll learn, and from now on I'll make it for you."

Chen Hong immediately rewarded him with a bite of vegetables.

"Mm, husband, you're the best."

The old lady looked at their lovey-dovey appearance and suddenly felt a bit nauseous.

A giant, yet insisting on acting like a little woman—truly an eyesore.

Yang Qing couldn't take it anymore and blocked her urge to keep feeding him vegetables.

"All right, all right, wife, I'll do it myself."

"By the way, wife, how is your training center developing now?"

Chen Hong said proudly.

"We've bred police dogs and explosive-detection dogs."

"We are currently cooperating with the Jingcheng police bureau, and in the coming years we will try to promote our dogs to surrounding areas."

"This year's profit situation is quite good."

Yang Qing nodded.

Actually, specialized dogs are actually in high demand, and in the future they'll be a huge industry.

Now, we're not bad in the military dog field; we've built north and south major military dog bases.

But in breeding specialized dogs, we're still far behind and haven't received much attention.

Only up to the new century did we begin to develop rapidly.

The training center, so to speak, is ahead by many years.

"What about the agricultural tech station—any news?"

Chen Hong thought back a bit.

"Now the agricultural tech station belongs to the Ministry of Agriculture."

"The north and south major bases have already been built."

"Research on film agriculture has borne fruit, showing significant seedling-raising effects."

"On greenhouse covers, the effect is even better, surprisingly so."

"It's just that film production now has run into huge problems."

"The technology is poor and the cost is high."

"It still needs further optimization."

"It might still need a few years before large-scale rollout; for now we can only develop around Jingcheng."

This is already not bad; the real promotion of film agriculture actually came in the 1980s.

Now that they can get it going, it's already precious.

Our petrochemical industry is still at an elementary stage, with technology lagging far behind.