In the early spring of 1974, there was a quarrel in the courtyard of the steel pipe factory.
Zhao Qiuju patted her thighs and cried out in mourning: "Wanwan, your father's pensioner will keep it for you first, and the main room will be freed up for your sister's wedding. There is a lot to do in the vast world of the Northwest, so you can go with peace of mind!"
Jiang Wan's eyes were red and her voice was timid: "Auntie is right, I have rented out that house, and the rent just covers the debt. As for the pension, Director Zhang from the factory office just allocated it, and I keep it all in my pocket. The quota for going to the countryside has also been changed to my sister's name at the Educated Youth Office."
Zhao Qiuju almost lost her breath.
"Ding! After receiving 500 points of resentment from Zhao Qiuju, I will be rewarded with five pounds of pork tickets and three feet of good cloth tickets!"
Jiang Wan listened to the system prompts in her mind and drank malted milk from an enamel jar in her hand. Fighting against the best, torturing the scum, and relying on her emotional cash machine, she lived a prosperous life in this era of scarcity.
Only a door away, Huo Zheng, a sharp man who had been sent down here, leaned against the door frame, with an undercurrent in his eyes. He held two bankbooks with his slender fingers and handed them over: "Jiang Wan, I will help you teach them a lesson. This is all my wealth, and it belongs to you, and I belong to you."
Jiang Wan smiled brightly: "Keep the money, I'll see how you perform."
