The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

Wei Heng regretted it when he returned the notebook to Jiang Furong - the map was too detailed and did not match his suspicions about her.

There was a meeting at the school recently, and the emphasis was on safety work, requiring everyone to remain vigilant at all times.

He was being careless.

Seeing Wei Heng's hesitant expression, Jiang Furong thought her praise was not enough, so she added, "Just learning from you and paying tribute to you is not enough to express my admiration for you. If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely take you as my teacher and learn from you."

Wei Heng blushed.

He has been an excellent student since he was a child and has received too much praise. He is no longer sensitive to general envy or praise and can take whatever others say indifferently.

This was the first time Wei Heng had encountered someone as flattering as Jin Jiang Furong, who did her best to praise others to the sky.

But why could every word from a girl who dressed so simply touch his heart?

She is not shy like other girls when meeting strangers, and can joke with the opposite sex like a buddy. There is really something wrong!

Wei Heng pulled at his collar to cover up his mistake, making his expression serious: "I'm not as good as you say. You have the opportunity to go to college, there are many good teachers there."

Jiang Furong looked at the long-distance bus in front of her and suddenly had an idea: "I don't want to go to school. I want to find a job and go to work."

It’s not that she doesn’t want to go to college, her living expenses and tuition fees are a problem, and she doesn’t want to ask about them.

She wanted to find a job in a factory, far away from home, get a salary and live in a dormitory, and then continue to do her familiar job, starting with technology, taking the professional qualification exam, doing technology updates, and then becoming a project leader.

Xinzhuo County is not big. She saw long-distance buses, trucks and tractors running on the road. Many of them were diesel vehicles. When the engines started, a cloud of black smoke came out from the rear of the vehicle.

Diesel contains a lot of impurities and has low purity, which will definitely affect the service life of the engine.

She was well-versed in the development of automobile engines and could use this perspective to find a job. In a few years, as gasoline cars became more and more common, the demand for engines would be even greater...

The more Jiang Furong thought about it, the more beautiful it seemed. She felt that this trip was truly a great success. It opened up her mind and helped her find the direction.

Wei Heng asked, "Did your family find you a job?"

After graduating from high school, the children of the compound either join the army or are arranged jobs by their families.

Those with low educational qualifications usually work in factories or work in companies in industries their parents are familiar with, starting from the grassroots level.

Regardless of your parents' abilities, if you want a good job and a high position, the key is to have a diploma, the ability to learn and the ability to get things done.

"I don't know. My dad is not at home and no one told me." Jiang Furong didn't want to mention her family. Those who could take charge didn't care about her, and those who wanted to take charge of her couldn't help and were a hindrance.

Wei Heng asked, "Have you ever thought about joining the army?"

"No!" Jiang Furong answered very straightforwardly, and gave a reason that surprised Wei Heng: "Being a soldier is very hard. If I can join the motor vehicle company, I will consider it."

This was also something she thought of on the spur of the moment.

She heard from Zhang Haiyan that there were special recruitments for arts soldiers, as well as medical soldiers and communications soldiers, but she couldn't be any of them because she had no special skills and didn't have the physique.

She only knows about engines. If you don't let her drive, you can ask her to repair the car.

Wei Heng couldn't understand Jiang Furong's train of thought: "You're afraid of the hard work and yet you want to be a car mechanic? What are you thinking?"

Jiang Furong said confidently, "If there are female pilots, can't there be female drivers?"

There happened to be a photo in her schoolbag, which she saw by chance while flipping through a book. It was a photo developed based on a still from a movie called The Aviator. The female star in the photo played a female pilot with short hair and a flight suit, looking very heroic, which was her favorite style.

"Show it to me! Don't tell me I'm just daydreaming!"

Wei Heng took the photo, took a look at it, smiled, and gave it back to Jiang Furong without saying anything else.

He wondered if he was right to doubt.

He always felt that Jiang Furong's speech and thoughts were something he had never seen before.

The two chatted for a while longer, then saw the driver walk into the parking lot and start the car. The conductor, with a schoolbag slung around his neck and a few banknotes and tickets in his hand, got on the bus and sat in the conductor's seat. He stuck his head out the window and shouted, "The bus to the provincial capital leaves at 8 o'clock. Anyone who has a ticket can get on."

Jiang Furong looked at the tickets and found that her ticket number was connected to Wei Heng's. However, when she got on the bus, she found that the numbers on the seats were not connected and they were separated in front and back.

"Uncle, can I change seats with you?" Jiang Furong took the initiative to greet him: "We are together."

She meant that the two of them went out together and took the car.

Unexpectedly, others understood it in a different way. The middle-aged man who looked like a salesman stood up and gave up his seat, joking with a hint of meaning: "You are quite generous, little girl!"

Jiang Furong smiled: "I haven't been out of the house, hehe. Thank you, uncle."

She sat down next to Wei Heng.

Both of them were wearing warm clothes, and the small seat seemed very crowded, and they couldn't stretch their legs.

The middle-aged man sat down in the back, tapped the back of Jiang Furong's seat with his finger, and asked, "My last name is Chen, Erdong Chen. I'm on a business trip to the provincial capital. What about you, little girl?"

Jiang Furong just wanted to change seats and didn't want to get close to him, but since he asked her, she couldn't refuse, so she turned around and replied, "Uncle Chen, my last name is Jiang, and I'm going to the provincial capital railway station."

Uncle Chen seemed eager to chat more. "Yeah, I'm going to the train station too. Have you bought your tickets? If not, I'll take you to someone I know after we get off the train. Train tickets are really tight right now."

Jiang Furong raised her chin towards Wei Heng: "He can buy it."

Uncle Chen laughed and said, "Yeah, yeah, how could I forget? Others can't buy tickets, but you can definitely buy them."

Jiang Furong felt a kick on her left foot and quickly ended the conversation: "Uncle Chen, I'm carsick. Let's take a break! I'm afraid of the smell of gasoline, so I wore a mask, but I still feel dizzy now."

Uncle Chen waved his hand and said, "Okay, motion sickness is really uncomfortable. Go get some sleep and you won't feel dizzy when you fall asleep."

Jiang Furong nodded, turned around and sat down, closing her eyes and pretending to be carsick.

That kick just now was given by Wei Heng, probably to remind her not to talk to strangers.

The car started and wobbled out of the bus station parking lot.

The car was filled with the smell of volatile diesel. Jiang Furong didn't find it unpleasant, and even felt comfortable and relaxed, so she closed her eyes and continued to pretend to sleep.

She was tired and sleepy, and soon fell asleep, her head nodding.

When the car turned onto the national highway, the driver turned the steering wheel a little too quickly, causing the car to tilt sharply, and Jiang Furong's head rested on Wei Heng's shoulder.