Chapter 1940 Passerby Female Educated Youth 82
Yao Ying was worried that Zhang Yu was no longer an educated youth at the farm and that they would run out of rice.
But she couldn't let her daughter stay on the farm just for the chance to buy new rice every year.
Before, when Yao Ying heard Zhang Yu say that the farm was nice, she didn’t really believe it. The farm was well built, could it be compared with home?
Also, no matter how easy it is, my daughter still has to work in the fields. Look at how long she has been on the farm this time. Even though it is not the busy farming season yet, my daughter has become a lot darker.
Yao Ying really regretted why she had to consider so much before. She should have directly asked Zhang Wei and the research institute to finalize Zhang Yu's job.
She came here directly with her daughter to handle the formalities and then took the things away without any communication or contact with Wang Yan.
"Go to bed early today, and then we will go to the farm early tomorrow." Yao Ying yawned and lay on the bed to rest.
To be honest, she was worried before that she wouldn't be able to rest well, but she didn't expect it to be so soft when lying on it.
"What's on your bed?" Yao Ying was very curious. Although she had prepared several quilts for Zhang Yu, they were not so soft.
"It's straw." This is also the memory of the original owner.
Straw? Yao Ying is much older than Zhang Yu, but she has never lived in the countryside and didn’t know that straw could have such an effect.
"It's really good. If possible, we will put this on our bed in the future." It is not only soft, but also quite warm. Although it is not warmer than a quilt, a quilt requires cotton tickets, but as for straw, you should be able to get it by taking a walk in the countryside.
Thinking of this, Yao Ying really admired herself. She was really smart and thought of this immediately.
Do you also put this on your bed? Zhang Yu listened to Yao Ying's happy words and thought that although straw is good and does not require tickets, and it can be much warmer if you put more of it, it also has problems. For example, it is easy to fall into pieces. Even if you sweep the floor every day, there will be broken pieces of straw on the ground after a while.
Zhang Yu and her colleagues only sweep the floor once in the morning, and after that, no matter how dirty the floor is, they will not sweep it again.
Yao Ying is a clean person. If she sees a lot of rice ears on the ground, she might collapse.
Yao Ying originally thought she had found a free replacement quilt, but unexpectedly, there were so many problems.
But should we just give up like this? Yao Ying thought about it and was unwilling to give up. "I got it." She quickly came up with a solution.
"I can make a condom." Yao Ying really admired herself for coming up with a solution in such a short time.
A cover? Zhang Yu quickly understood what Yao Ying wanted to make, but if she did that, "We need cloth. Do we have that much cloth at home?"
These days you need coupons to buy cotton, and you also need tickets to buy cloth. Do you have so many tickets at home?
No tickets are needed, only money is needed. Zhang Yu knows that this is not a problem for the Zhang family, and it can be bought in minutes. But once tickets are involved, this becomes a problem.
"You can buy defective products." Yao Ying calmly said there is a solution.
Oh, you are buying defective fabrics. Zhang Yu understood. That does not require receipts, but the quantity of this stuff is small. Every time there is such inventory, the insiders of the mall can divide it up and never put it on the counter.
Zhang Yu knew that Yao Ying had a wide network of contacts, otherwise she would not have been unable to find a substitute job after retirement.
"Mom, are you still going to work at the street office now?" Once they moved to the staff quarters of the research institute, Yao Ying would have to spend more time on the road if she wanted to go to work at the street office.
"I'm not going." Yao Ying used to work at the street office. On the one hand, she had nothing to do at home, and after Zhang Jie took over, her salary immediately decreased a lot. She wanted to work and earn some money. And most importantly, working in the street office would allow her to meet more people, and maybe she could find a job.
Unexpectedly, before she even asked where there were jobs for sale, Zhang Wei was able to help Zhang Yu find a job when he transferred her to another job.
"I rented a house for Xiaojie, which is near the factory. I have to go there from time to time to look after him, and then I have to go home." Yao Ying has already thought about it. After taking care of the housework in the morning, she will go to Zhang Jie's place in the city to see if there is any work that needs doing, and then go home in the afternoon.
"You all work, so someone has to do the logistical work at home." Originally, she went to work at the street office after retirement, and the neighbors around her had already made some sarcastic remarks about her.
If they knew that Zhang Yu had also returned to the city to work, and was working in finance, Yao Ying could guess that the neighbors would definitely be envious and jealous, and she didn't know what excessive things they would do.
Zhang Yu also felt that Yao Ying didn't need to go to work, "Mom, just rest at home."
"Dad's body needs to be taken care of."
"Also, you need to take good care of your health. When Xiaojie gets married and has children, you will also have to take care of the grandchildren."
At the time of the original owner, Zhang Jie married and had children late. It was not until he finished college and started working again that he completed the major life events of getting married and having children.
Without her making trouble in this life, and she will be returning to the city to work soon, Yao Ying should focus on her children's lifelong affairs.
When Yao Ying heard what Zhang Yu said, she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't. Although her daughter said that Zhao Tong and the others were very good, she also thought that these three girls were good, but she still had to be careful about some words.
Zhang Yu didn't know that Yao Ying didn't say anything because there were some things that couldn't be said here, but she thought she agreed.
After a busy day, he was already very tired, and then he learned such explosive news after work. Even though he had made preparations beforehand and was always ready to return to the city, when the day really came, Zhang Yu still couldn't contain his excitement.
After the excitement, as soon as I relaxed, I felt particularly tired. Plus, I have a series of things to do tomorrow and I have to catch the evening train back, so I'm really busy.
Yao Ying listened to the snoring sounds in the room and knew that the children were tired. She originally thought that it would not be easy for her to fall asleep in such an environment, but unexpectedly, she actually fell asleep.
When she woke up again, she found that Zhang Yu had already gotten up and went to the team headquarters to bring back breakfast.
Yao Ying had heard Zhang Yu say that millet porridge was delicious before. At first, she thought it was just millet porridge, how could it be delicious? But after taking a bite, she found that it was "really sticky."
"Yes, it's stewed in a big iron pot. The chef makes it delicious." As for other dishes, I'm really careless. The main feature is that it can be eaten after it is cooked. If there are more needs, I'll cook it myself.
Zhao Tong and the others had already packed up and were ready to go to work. "Xiao Yu, we are going to work. We won't send you and Auntie off."
"It's okay. Do we still need to be so polite?" Zhang Yu hugged them one by one again. "I left my address. Please write to me if you need anything."
"Although I'm not on the farm, I will trouble you a lot in the future, so you understand." Even after leaving the farm, Zhang Yu still wanted to keep in touch with the three of them.
"I understand. Have a safe trip." The three of them gave their blessings again and then left.












