Send me to the countryside? Turn around and make you homeless!

Zheng Yong's face turned dark, and the meat he had finally snatched from the supply and marketing cooperative no longer tasted good.

The words of your mortal enemy are like a curse, a curse that can never be resisted.

His beloved grandson, Zheng Zhiyuan, means he has lofty ambitions.

My grandson is still young, just a little kid. It’s hard to tell whether he has lofty ambitions or not. All I can see now is that he is a first-class troublemaker.

Parents were invited every few days. At first, the children's parents went to listen to the teacher's nagging, but later, as the frequency increased, they simply used the excuse of being busy at work and became unwilling to go one by one.

Then it was my wife's turn. She went there a few times and said she couldn't stand it anymore. In her previous life, her son and daughter had gotten into trouble and she had to go and listen to the nagging. It didn't make sense that she had to go there again when she was old after being scolded all her life.

Don’t you like your eldest grandson? Don’t you think he is the lifeblood of the Zheng family? You can’t just not like being scolded by the teacher.

Old Zheng became another person who was talked about by the teacher. Unfortunately, as a grandfather, he loves his grandson very much and regards his eldest grandson as his sweetheart and the apple of his eye, but the young grandson does not understand this.

Trouble is inevitable and cannot be corrected. Old Zheng now feels uncomfortable all over when he hears that his grandson has caused trouble at school. A fear rises from the bottom of his heart.

There was no way, he couldn't not go. His arch-enemy Old Wu almost couldn't hold back his laughter when he saw Zheng Yong's frustrated expression.

If you can't hold it in, then don't hold it in. What if you damage your body?

"What a beautiful day today! Look at the sunshine..."

The four big words "gloating" were engraved directly on Old Wu's forehead, forming a sharp contrast with Zheng Yong.

Zheng Yong felt like cursing, and he went home cursing.

Throwing the meat heavily into his wife's vegetable basket, Zheng Yongqi walked out quickly.

"Where are you going?!"

Looking at his appearance, if you don’t know him, you would think someone has offended him.

Why does this man become more and more grumpy as he gets older?

"What are you going to do? Go pick up your eldest grandson!"

He said this angrily and left with his hands behind his back, leaving his wife alone in the simple and narrow house to continue picking vegetables.

"What do you mean by my eldest grandson? Isn't he your eldest grandson too?"

He muttered to himself, and as soon as he finished speaking, he understood. It must be that his eldest grandson got into trouble at school again, and Old Zheng was going to get scolded!

Thinking of how often her eldest grandson got into trouble, Yang Yulan shuddered. Fortunately, it was not her who got scolded.

My eldest grandson Zheng Zhiyuan attends the school run by the paper mill. Most of the teachers in the school are my acquaintances, and they basically all live in this residential building and are neighbors.

Being scolded by neighbors every now and then and being unable to even hold your head up would spread throughout the paper mill, and anyone would feel uncomfortable.

Yang Yulan felt relieved and also forgave her husband Zheng Yong for his attitude just now. She thought about cooking more delicious dishes and comforting him when he came back.

"Dong dong dong..."

The sound of someone knocking on the door.

"Who?"

In this residential building, everyone knows each other. If you want to find someone, it's basically just a matter of shouting. There's no need to knock on the door.

"Hello, are you Ms. Yang Yulan? I'm looking for you and Ms. Zheng."

Teacher? If the other party hadn't said his name accurately, Yang Yulan would have said that there was no teacher in this room and that if she wanted to find a teacher, she would have to go to the factory-run school or upstairs.

When she opened the door, she saw a young lesbian standing there. The lesbian smiled at Yang Yulan familiarly, as if they had known each other before.

"Hello, Teacher Yang. I came all the way from Hangzhou specifically to see you and Teacher Zheng Yong. My name is Tan Yuan, you can just call me Xiao Tan. Can we go in and talk?"

The house was so small and cramped that even the living room used to receive guests had a bunk bed, and there was even a black cloth separating the middle. It was obvious that several people lived there together.

Housing shortage is not just a problem for the Zheng family. Whose house is not in this situation these days?

The allocation of housing in a factory also depends on the actual situation and years of work. How many people have worked in a factory their entire lives and have never been able to get a house?

The Zheng family is very lucky to have such a house, not to mention that it is a small building. It would be very face-saving if others heard it.

Yang Yulan didn't think there was anything wrong with her family before, but now that this young woman named Tan Yuan was looking at her, she felt uncomfortable all over.

"Comrade, drink some water."

Since guests are welcome, and it seems that they know her and Lao Zheng, Yang Yulan greeted Tan Yuan politely.

"Teacher Yang, you don't have to be so polite. I came all the way from Hangzhou because I have something important to discuss with you and Teacher Zheng."

……

"Old Zheng, you really don't know a lesbian named Tan Yuan?"

At night, the couple lay in bed and talked about what happened that afternoon.

Zheng Yong searched his mind for a long time and was sure that he was not senile and he really did not know a lesbian named Tan Yuan.

"He's probably a liar, trying to trick you, and you actually believed him? We're both so old now, you can stay at home and cook and take care of the grandchildren, and I'll work in the factory for a few more years. When the fifth child graduates, I'll let him take over, and I'll retire and stay home to take care of the grandchildren. What else do you want?"

As for those skills, they have been useless for most of my life, so how can I pick them up again now? What's more, she is a young female comrade from Hangzhou, which is so far away from them. How could it be possible?

Convinced that his wife had been fooled, Zheng Yong turned over and prepared to go to sleep.

The room was too narrow. The whole family, big and small, squeezed into these two bedrooms and a living room, including the children. No matter how much we divided it up, we couldn't create enough rooms.

In the summer, Zheng Yong and Yang Yulan live on the balcony, which is enclosed with wooden boards. They can just cover the boards when needed, which keeps it cool.

But when turning over, you cannot move too much, otherwise the wooden board will creak, which will make you feel scared.

"That female comrade said that if we're willing to go, she's already made an agreement with the factory director to allocate us housing later. She's still waiting for our response at the guesthouse."

Yang Yulan kept chattering, but Zheng Yong's snoring could be heard from the other side.

It seems that her husband is determined not to go to Hangzhou, Yang Yulan sighed in her heart.

Since you don't want to go, then don't go. You have lived here all your life. There is no reason to leave your hometown when you are old.

No longer thinking about these trivial things, Yang Yulan covered herself with the quilt and fell into a deep sleep.

She didn't notice that her husband, who had been snoring just now, had stopped snoring and opened his eyes at some point.