The Green Tea’s Crushing Victories in the ’70s

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Tong Xuelu saw that it was still early, so she decided not to go back in a hurry and looked for a house in the urban area.

Later, when I changed jobs with Su Xiuying, the family of four would definitely move to the urban area, and jobs in state-run restaurants do not provide housing.

The house Su Xiuying lived in was not assigned by He Baogen's unit, but her own house. When she sells the work place, the house should be sold along with it.

Even if Su Xiuying doesn't sell that house, she doesn't want to rent that house from her.

Because the yard is more dilapidated and cramped than the family compound, once you enter the yard is full of things, messy and messy.

She wants to change to a place with privacy, so she doesn't have to worry about other people's eyes without cooking.

And she doesn't like those indifferent neighbors very much, so if she had a choice, she would not rent with Su Xiuying.

Since I'm going to work in a state-run hotel, it's best to live near the hotel.

After Tong Xuelu made up her mind, she walked towards the south of the city.

Unlike later generations, the houses in Beijing are densely packed and low, without any planning at all.

Moreover, most of the houses are old houses, where several generations of a family live together, not to mention renting out or selling them, and there is not even enough room for themselves.

Tong Xuelu walked around the surrounding residential areas and asked many people, but she didn't see a single house for rent.

She couldn't help but miss the small advertisements and real estate agencies all over the streets in modern times.

Later, after being instructed by an aunt, she was asked to go to the housing management office to ask, there might be houses for sale or rent.

It was almost noon now, and she was afraid that the people in the housing management office would be off work, so she hurried to the housing management office.

When she came to the housing management office, she was about to step in when she bumped into a man who came out of it.

The opponent was tall and big, and although she didn't see stars when she bumped her head into it, her forehead also throbbed.

It was just the person she bumped into, and she apologized consciously: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, are you okay?"

Just as Xiao Chengping was about to say it was okay, when he suddenly saw her face, he let out a "huh" and bent down to stare at her face.

Tong Xuelu was offended intuitively, feeling uncomfortable for a while.

But before she could open her mouth, the other party pointed at her and called out, "It's you, you cry!"

Cry bag?

What the hell?

Tong Xuelu frowned, and looked up at the man opposite.

I saw a tall and burly man standing in front of me, with a crew cut, small eyes and a big nose, and his facial features looked uncoordinated.

But this is not a problem, the problem is that this person looks familiar, but she can't remember it for a while.

"I'm sorry, you got the wrong person!"

After speaking, she passed him and was about to enter.

Xiao Chengping stopped her: "It's impossible to admit the wrong person! It's you, Tong Xuelu!"

Only then did Tong Xuelu take a serious look at the other party, and finally remembered who the other party was.

Xiao Chengping, the son of the head of the General Logistics Department, was four years older than the original owner, and grew up in a courtyard.

Xiao Chengping grew up tall and tall since he was a child. He was a bully in the family compound, and he liked to bully the children in the same compound the most.

Among them, the original owner was bullied the worst by him, and later cried whenever he saw him, so he got the nickname "pain crying bag".

A few years ago, Xiao Chengping went to the army to serve as a soldier, and he hasn't come back for the past two years. His appearance has grown a lot compared to before, and the memory of the original owner is only Fang Wenyuan, so she didn't recognize him immediately when she saw him just now. .

Seeing that she was silent, Xiao Chengping stared with small eyes and said, "Tong Xuelu, why are you silent? You don't remember me, do you?"

"I don't remember! There are still good dogs out of the way, go away, if you don't go away, I will go to the army and report you for being a hooligan!"

After speaking, Tong Xuelu ignored him and walked past him directly.

Xiao Chengping looked like a toothache: "This crying bag, still said that she doesn't remember me, how does she know that I am in the army if she doesn't remember me? I really didn't expect, but I haven't seen her for two years, and she turned into a small crying bag. chili!"

The man beside him said: "Cousin, who is that woman? Why did she speak so vitriolicly and call you a dog? Do you want me to go in and teach her a few words?"

Xiao Chengping glanced at him with lowered eyes: "What is the lesson? Do you think you are a bandit?"

Cousin: "?"

Xiao Chengping snorted: "Remember, you are a man with a bigger belly, and you care about everything like a woman, don't you feel ashamed?"

Cousin: "..."

Okay, let him be talkative!

When he doesn't say anything, just be happy!

Xiao Chengping glanced inside, and suddenly clicked his tongue and said, "Strange, why did that guy who cried and bagged come to the housing management office? Does she want to buy a house?"

Cousin: "Cousin, do you want me to go in and inquire secretly?"

Xiao Chengping raised his eyebrows: "Why do you want to inquire secretly? What are you pretending to be in your head all day long? You have to be upright and aboveboard, what is it like to be sneaky!"

Cousin: "..."

From this moment he no! explain! Talk!

Besides, he is a dog!

**

Tong Xuelu went into the housing management office and explained her purpose to the staff.

The clerk was a twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old woman, her eyes swept across Tong Xuelu's fair face.

He said indifferently and arrogantly: "There are no rental houses, but there are houses for sale. Have you got the money ready?"

Tong Xuelu took out two white rabbit toffees from the military satchel and handed them over, and said with a smile: "Little sister, you can find such a good job at such a young age, it's really enviable!"

Zou Fangyun was stunned for a moment, then a shy look appeared on his face and said: "What are you talking about, my son is seven or eight years old, why do you still call me little sister?"

Tong Xuelu looked surprised: "No way? Your skin is white and shiny. I thought you were a year or two younger than me. How do you take care of it?"

Zou Fangyun was shy and proud: "How can I take care of myself? Seriously speaking, my skin has been very fair since I was a child. Before I went out, people still didn't believe that I had such a big son!"

Tong Xuelu looked sincere: "I wouldn't believe it if it were me! And I heard that women will age quickly after giving birth, but you can't tell that they have given birth!"

Zou Fangyun touched her face and smiled like a flower: "By the way, what kind of house did you say you want to buy? I think you are not very old, why did you come to see the house by yourself?"

Tong Xuelu pursed her lips, her eyes were red: "I don't want to come here alone, but my parents both died in an accident a few months ago, and now I am the oldest in the family, and the youngest sister under me is only three years old. Am I carrying it alone?"

When Zou Fangyun heard this, her nose turned sour: "It's not easy for you at such a young age."

Tong Xuelu wiped away the tears she fell, and said in a nasal voice: "It's not easy these days, you have to live, right? I'm going to change jobs with someone recently, and I'm going to work in a state-owned hotel in the city , so I want to rent a house nearby."

Zou Fangyun's eyes lit up when he heard that she worked in a state-run hotel: "Is your job in the state-run hotel stable?"

Tong Xuelu nodded: "Of course it is stable, but the other party still has some things to deal with, and it will take another week or two to switch with me."

It is very respectable to be able to work in a state-run restaurant these days, and it is also a very dignified thing to have relatives and friends working in a state-run hotel.

Especially when you want to invite someone to a restaurant, if there is an acquaintance in a state-run restaurant, you can ask the other party to save some good food, which is a matter of face for Bel!

Zou Fangyun wanted to make friends with Tong Xuelu: "You have a good job, so you must change it. As for the place to live, there are no rented ones, but there are a few for sale this month. Do you have time to go and see now? ?”

Tong Xuelu looked at the time and said: "It's almost time to get off work for dinner, how about this, I invite my eldest sister to have lunch at the state-run restaurant, and then we can look at the house later?"

Zou Fangyun quickly refused: "No, no, the state-run hotel is so expensive, how can I ask you to invite me!"

The other party has no parents, and has to raise younger siblings, how could she have the nerve to let the other party please.

But Tong Xuelu insisted on inviting her, and dragged her to the state-run hotel.

If you want others to do things for you, you must be considerate in etiquette.

Some money has to be spent when it should be spent, which is her consistent style of doing things.

When the two came out of the housing management office, Xiao Chengping had already left.

Tong Xuelu and Zou Fangyun finally went to the state-run restaurant and ordered a bowl of shredded pork noodles.

Although the supply in the state-run restaurant is not much, and the selection is very simple, but the portion is very large, there will be no cheating, and the two of them ate to a full stomach.

After eating, Zou Fangyun's attitude towards Tong Xuelu became more enthusiastic, and she almost treated her as her own sister.

She didn't go back to rest at noon, and took Tong Xuelu to see a few houses that were currently for sale.

**

At this time, there were very few houses bought and sold, it can be said that there were almost none.

Many of the houses that people live in now are left over from their previous families, or they were divided by work units. Often there is not enough for a family, so how can they sell them.

Besides, the house of the unit cannot be sold outside, if it is sold, it can only be sold to people in the same unit, so if there is no network, it is impossible to buy a house at all.

Zou Fangyun took Tong Xuelu to see three houses.

The two houses in front were so dilapidated that Tong Xuelu suspected that they would collapse at any time. The key location is not good, but the price is not low.

Tong Xuelu vetoed it without even thinking about it.

The third room is an independent yard.

There are four rooms with independent kitchens and toilets. The rooms are spacious and bright, and each room is sunny and ventilated. There is no dark room.

The house is not shabby, and the location is very good. It is away from the main road, and you can't hear the noise outside when you close the door.

This house simply grew out of Tong Xuelu's aesthetics!

"Sister Fangyun, this house shouldn't be cheap, right?"

Zou Fangyun compared the palms of his hands: "This is the number!"

One palm, that is five thousand yuan!

Tong Xuelu couldn't help being speechless when she heard the words.

Tong Dajun and his wife received a pension of 1,000 yuan, sold the work place to Xu's family for 380 yuan, and gave half of it to people from Beihe's hometown.

Some time ago, in order to make Xie Jinhua and the others "corrupt", she took the initiative to give a lot of money. After all, she still has more than one thousand one hundred.

Not even half of it, how can you buy it!

Zou Fangyun said: "Sister, it was you and me who introduced this house. If it was someone else, I might not bring it here! The house was paid by the big capitalists in the past, but you don't have to worry about problems later. Now the house is owned by the government. Under the name, there is no problem at all."

"It's just that many people are afraid that they will be taken back by the government one day, so they don't sell them. But if they stay for a month or two at most, they will definitely be bought away!"

Her husband's family doesn't have so much money, otherwise she would have bought it long ago.

"Sister Fangyun, this house is too expensive. I can't afford that much money. I'm sorry to take up so much of your time."

Tong Xuelu's mood at this time was as if she was taking two hundred yuan to visit an LV store, that was worrying.

Zou Fangyun waved his hand: "Why are you being polite to my sister, but you can't buy a house, where will you live later?"

Tong Xuelu sighed: "Look back, there will always be a way."

The last way is to rent a house with Su Xiuying.

**

On the way back, Tong Xuelu became a little depressed.

She likes that house so much. As for things like being taken back by the government, she is not worried at all. The problem is that she can't afford that much money!

There are still two years before the opening of the economy. It is simply impossible for her to get a lot of money in a short time.

She could, like many time-traveling predecessors, get some food and sell it on the black market, but going to the black market can only be regarded as a small business, there is no space and no cheats, and it is impossible to earn four thousand yuan in a short period of time.

Come on, after all, her ultimate affiliation is to rent a house with Su Xiuying.

After dinner that night, Tong Xuelu told Tong Jiaming that she was going to change jobs soon.

"I changed my job in a state-run hotel with someone. It's in the city. I'll find another house at that time. We'll move there together. Do you have any problems here?"

Tong Jiaming was surprised when he heard this.

The state-run restaurant is a very decent job, and many people can't get in even if they want to.

She actually used the weaver's position to exchange with someone successfully, how did she do it?

Seeing his surprised look, Tong Xuelu explained: "I did a little favor for that person. It happened that she wanted to change jobs, so we did."

A little busy?

Tong Jiaming didn't believe this at all, but he didn't intend to break the casserole and ask the end.

Getting Tong Zhenzhen to the farm, sending Tong Yanliang to the Northwest, and the gang from Beihe's hometown coming in with arrogance and leaving in disgrace, all of this was done by her alone!

It's just that she is so powerful, why did she leave the Tong family over there?

Tong Jiaming thought in this way, not wanting to be inattentive, so he asked the question.

Tong Xuelu raised her eyebrows: "Don't you think that I left the Tong family over there because I was afraid of Tong Zhenzhen, or was forced to leave by Tong Zhenzhen?"

Tong Jiaming: "Isn't it?"

Tong Xuelu rolled her eyes: "Of course not! You underestimate me too much. If I don't want to leave, no one can drive me away! The reason I left that Tong's house was because it wasn't my home in the first place. , is my home!"

Tong Jiaming's heart seemed to be hit hard with a hammer.

He wanted to ask her, if she regarded this place as a home, why did she talk to her parents like that?

But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

Tong Xuelu didn't know what he was thinking: "Do you have any other questions?"

Tong Jiaming shook his head: "Not anymore."

"Don't tell other people about this for now, lest you will be laughed at if you can't change it."

"good."

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, Tong Mianmian came running over with her short legs: "Sister, look at the hair tied up by third brother, it doesn't look good!"

Before Tong Xuelu had time to speak, Tong Jiaxin rushed over like a firecracker: "What's not good about it? It's obviously very good-looking. From now on, third brother will tie your hair every day!"

"no no no!"

Tong Mianmian waved her fleshy little hands, shaking her little head like a rattle.

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Tong Xuelu saw that her little dick was tied into two hedgehog-like things, and couldn't help but roll her eyes at the ceiling.

She hugged Xiaotuanzi and comforted her softly: "Don't worry Mianmian, sister won't let him touch your hair."

Tong Jiaxin's thick eyebrows were twisted into caterpillars, and he said in disbelief, "Why can't I tie Mianmian's hair? Why?"

Tong Xuelu glanced at him coolly: "You can tie it if you want, and you don't want to eat the food I cook from now on."

"..."

Tong Jiaxin was like a duck being strangled, unable to speak a word.

Tong Xuelu curled her lips into a smile.

Hitting snakes and hitting seven inches, for foodies, not letting them eat is more uncomfortable than killing them.

At this time, Tong Jiaxin felt very uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to go back.

**

On Mr. Wen's 70th birthday, the Wen family's phone has been ringing non-stop since the morning.

Officers of the army, as well as old comrades in the field called him one after another to congratulate him on his birthday.

Relatives and friends in Beijing also sent birthday gifts early in the morning.

Mr. Wen had warned them in advance that they were not allowed to send expensive things, so what everyone sent over were practical but not expensive things.

Mr. Wen looked at a room full of people who wished him his birthday, but he was very unhappy in his heart.

Because these people are not tender grass!

As soon as the people left, Mr. Wen couldn't help complaining: "You are an unfilial son! I can't hold my great-grandson when I am seventy!"

Wen Rugui put a bowl of longevity noodles in front of him, knelt down and kowtowed, "Grandpa, I wish you Songhe Changchun and a long life than Nanshan!"

Mr. Wen: "If you miss my longevity than Nanshan, you can bring the tender grass over to show me!"

Wen Rugui: "..."

Seeing that he was silent again, Mr. Wen was so angry that his beard was about to fly: "Lao Jiang's great-grandson is almost three years old, and my great-grandson has no shadow. I don't care. You must bring the tender grass with you during the Chinese New Year this year." Come back and show me!"

Wen Rugui: "..."

He felt a little headache. Although the old man usually urged him to find someone to marry, he was never so willful.

Ever since meeting Tong Xuelu that time, he has developed in an uncontrollable direction.

People who came to Wen's house to celebrate his birthday today saw a room full of green grass and asked what was going on.

How should he answer?

After Wen Rugui went upstairs, Mr. Wen stretched his neck and looked at the other side of the stairs, and asked Uncle Zong, "Xiao Zong, how was my performance just now?"

Uncle Zong flattered him: "Commander, you just performed better than the actors on the stage before!"

Mr. Wen:?

Why does this sound so weird?

Old Man Wen thought about it for a moment and then put it aside, smiling until the corners of his eyes wrinkled: "That brat is a spinning top, he won't move unless he is whipped."

It's fine if you don't have a date before, but now that you know there is a tender grass, he must remind him from time to time.

"You are still smart, Commander."

Uncle Zong continued to flatter while arranging the congratulatory gifts.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on one of the congratulatory gifts, and he froze: "Commander, this is..."

Mr. Wen raised his eyebrows: "What is it? He speaks hesitantly!"

Uncle Zong: "This is what that person sent over. It's two snacks and a set of clothes. The clothes look like they belong to you."

Mr. Wen was furious: "Throw it out, throw it all out for me! What face does she have to give things away!"

"Yes, I'll just take it out and throw it away!"

Uncle Zong quickly put the things back into the box, and then proposed to throw them away.

Mr. Wen sat alone in the hall, his eyes were cold, and he never saw his previous smile again.

Seeing Uncle Zong come back, he sighed: "Don't let Rugui know about this."

Uncle Zong responded in a low voice: "Don't worry, Commander, I won't say anything."

When it got dark, Park Jianyi was free to come over to wish Mr. Wen his birthday.

Because of being a birthday star for a day, Mr. Wen couldn't bear it anymore, so he went back to his room to rest.

Pu Jianyi was not in a hurry, he put his hand on Wen Rugui's shoulder and winked, "Did you receive the fish from Comrade Tong?"

Wen Rugui looked confused: "What fish?"

Park Jianyi: "No? She went to my office yesterday and asked what you like to eat, and said she would give you food as a thank you gift!"

Wen Rugui's dark eyelashes trembled slightly: "No."

Park Jianyi was still very aggrieved when he thought about it: "Although you asked for help, but anyway, I also contributed. She didn't even mention thanking me. My heart is so cold!"

Wen Rugui glanced at him and was about to speak when he saw Uncle Zong walking in with a large plate of steamed fish.

Wen Rugui and Pu Jianyi were startled at the same time.

"Uncle Zong, where did this fish come from?"

Uncle Zong was afraid that the fish would fall, so he said concisely: "It was given by someone else."

The hall was silent for a few seconds.

Wen Rugui walked over and said, "Uncle Zong, give it to me, I'll bring it in."

Uncle Zong wanted to say no, but Wen Rugui insisted on his face, and put his hands straight in front of him, as if he wouldn't take it back if he didn't give it to him.

He had to pass the plate over.

Pu Jianyi clicked his tongue: "This really means that Cao Cao and Cao Cao will be here, as if at home, do you still dare to say that I was talking nonsense before?"

He actually sent the things to the compound of the military region, and he still chose the day of Mr. Wen's 70th birthday.

Tsk, I really know how to flatter!

Wen Rugui ignored him, brought the fish into the kitchen, and didn't know what he was doing in the kitchen, it took a while before he came out.

Mr. Wen didn't wake up until it was time to eat.

Park Jianyi Lai did not leave at Wen's house, so it was logical that he ended up eating at Wen's house.

Mr. Wen glanced at the dining table and asked Uncle Zong, "Where's the fish?"

Uncle Zong looked at Wen Rugui: "Commander, the fish was brought over just now, and Rugui brought it to the kitchen. I'll bring it now."

Wen Rugui stopped holding the chopsticks: "Uncle Zong, you don't have to go."

Uncle Zong: "Why?"

The eyes of everyone in the room were focused on Wen Rugui.

Park Jianyi suddenly yelled: "You have been hiding in the kitchen for so long just now, did you eat that fish by yourself? You are too shameless!"

Wen Rugui: "..."

Uncle Zong ran into the kitchen, and sure enough, he saw fish bones in the trash can.

He came back and reported this to Mr. Wen.

Old Man Wen yelled angrily: "That's the fish Lao Jiang gave me to celebrate my birthday. No matter how greedy you are, you should at least save a bite for me!"

Wen Rugui: "..."

Park Jianyi paused to react.

The next moment he burst out into a burst of laughter, laughing unsteadily: "Hahahaha..."

Laughed him to death.