Transmigrating to Book 50, others hoard rice, I hoard money

This is exactly what Yang Jinlin was waiting for.

He could use his connections to arrange a job for Zhou Rong, but that would mean he wouldn't be able to show off in front of the Feng family.

His future father-in-law always thought that he was an ungrateful man who abandoned his wife and children, and did not agree with him marrying Feng Qiaolan.

If I can use this opportunity to arrange a job for Zhou Rong to gain some favor and make the Feng family feel that he is loyal and righteous, then things will be much easier later on...

Acting has to be realistic. Yang Jinlin was excited at first, then he said with a little embarrassment: "Qiaolan, you know, it's not easy to find a job in the city.

The number of people I know is limited, and I don't want people to think that I am abusing my position for personal gain.

I have no idea about finding a job right now, but I want to get a divorce as soon as possible, then marry you and live a happy life with you.

If it's convenient for you, please help me keep an eye out for which unit is recruiting. I want to secure a job as soon as possible.

The job doesn’t need to be easy, as long as there is a guarantee of living. My country wife is used to farm work and can endure hardships. She can do anything.”

Feng Qiaolan thought for a moment and said, "I'm just a janitor. I don't know as many people as you do. I definitely can't help your wife find a job, but my dad should be able to find a way.

I will go back to eat in the evening, explain your situation to my dad, and then help you find a job."

Yang Jinlin: "Would it be bad to trouble Uncle Feng like this? Would he think I'm useless?"

Feng Qiaolan smiled and said, "How could that be? My dad would only think that you are upright, kind-hearted, loyal, and a good man.

You also know that he has led troops in battles for many years and he is very good to his soldiers. Those wounded soldiers have been taken care of by him for so many years, and almost all of my father's allowance has been spent on them.

If my father knew that you had settled his country wife so well, that she had no complaints when she was beaten, and that you had given her resettlement fees and even found her a job, he would definitely not object to us being together anymore."

Yang Jinlin raised his lips slightly. Seeing that Wang Tiesheng and Wang Xinping were not in the hall, he hurriedly held Feng Qiaolan's hand and whispered, "How could I be so lucky to meet such a good person like you? I really want to marry you home as soon as possible."

Feng Qiaolan pulled her hand back and smiled shyly: "Don't let the children see it, it's not good."

Yang Jinlin: "I originally planned to go to Uncle Feng to wish him a happy new year after returning from my hometown, but I am injured all over now, and it would be bad if Uncle Feng saw me. Please apologize to Uncle Feng on my behalf. When I am better, I will visit him immediately."

Feng Qiaolan: "It's not the first day you and my dad have known each other, so don't be so distant. You should take good care of your injuries. I will take you back to my parents' house for dinner on the Lantern Festival."

Yang Jinlin chuckled and said, "Okay, if the office is not busy tomorrow, let's go to the movies. Which one do you want to watch, "The Battle of South and North" or "The White-Haired Girl?" I'll buy the tickets in advance."

Feng Qiaolan smiled shyly: "Haven't you seen both of these movies?"

Yang Jinlin: "I can watch it again after watching it. As long as I am with you, no matter what I do, it will be beautiful and happy."

Feng Qiaolan became even more shy and bit her lip without saying anything.

Wang Tiesheng, who was peeking outside the door, whispered to Wang Xinping beside him: "People who have been to college speak differently. They can fool my mother with just a few words."

Wang Xinping whispered, "It's not easy for my mother to find a man at her age. Don't talk nonsense. If we had a father who went to college and worked as a deputy director in a government department, we wouldn't be laughed at as a wild child by our classmates at school."

Wang Tiesheng curled his lips and said sullenly, "I don't object to them being together. It's just that after listening to their conversation, I got goose bumps all over my body. Don't you feel the same way?"

Wang Xinping rubbed her arms and muttered, "Of course not, every time I listen to them talking, my stomach feels full for no reason, and I can go two days without eating.

You said that mom is already 30 years old, looks so-so, and has two teenage children. What on earth does Uncle Yang like about her? When it comes to sweet talk, it's so full of love that anyone who hears it will blush. "

Wang Tiesheng stroked his chin and pondered: "Is this what it means when beauty doesn't attract people, but attracts people themselves? Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder?"

Wang Xinping: "...Maybe. The noodles are ready. Let's bring them in together."

After Yang Jinlin finished his noodles, he chatted sweet nothings with Feng Qiaolan for a while before returning to his dormitory.

Before leaving, Feng Qiaolan asked him for her medical records.

Yang Jinlin guessed what Feng Qiaolan wanted to do and gave it to her readily.

Isn't this his purpose in making fake medical records?

In the evening, Feng Qiaolan took her two children back to her parents' home.

They all live in the same government compound, just a few steps away.

As soon as Feng Qiaolan's mother, Li Guizhi, saw her, she pulled her back to her room and asked in a low voice, "I heard that Yang Jinlin was injured. He was wrapped in bandages all over his body, even his head was covered with bandages. He looked even more horrifying than the wounded soldiers returning from the battlefield. What happened?"

Feng Qiaolan: "Who told you that?"

Li Guizhi: "It's Granny Wang next door. Who in the compound is more informed than her?!

She said that she saw with her own eyes that Yang Jinlin was covered in wounds and was carried to your house. She spoke in a very serious manner.

If you don't come tonight, I plan to visit you after dinner.

You and Yang Jinlin are nobody, don't let him die in your house, or you won't be able to explain it later."

Feng Qiaolan took out Yang Jinlin's medical record and gave it to Li Guizhi: "Jinlin was slightly injured, but it's not as scary as Granny Wang said. He has been given medicine and will be fine after a few days of rest."

After reading the medical records, Li Guizhi was surprised and asked, "What? Broken bones? Ribs too? The skull looks pretty bad. Will he become disabled or a lunatic?"

If he is disabled, we cannot keep him. You have just escaped from one sea of ​​suffering, and then you jump into another one. Then your life will be completely over!"

Feng Qiaolan couldn't stand her mother's unauthentic Jiangcheng dialect, and she didn't like hearing her mother say bad things about Yang Jinlin.

Dissatisfied, he said, "Mom, please don't learn to speak Jiangcheng dialect, it's weird and sounds so awkward!

Also, although Jin Lin's injuries look scary, they are definitely not enough to cripple him, so don't jump to conclusions."

Li Guizhi: "Tsk! You haven't even married him yet, and you're already turning your back on me. I'm learning Jiangcheng dialect, isn't it just to better fit in with everyone's circle?

Otherwise they always say we are from other places.

Tell me, how did he get hurt? What brought you back tonight?

Li Guizhi didn't believe that her daughter came back to see her. Ever since she met Yang Jinlin, she became Yang Fengshi.

Every time I go home, two out of three sentences are about Yang Jinlin, either about how good this man is or what difficulties he has encountered.

What he meant was that he hoped he could say a few good words in front of the boss, help Yang Jinlin, or get some support from him.