Transmigrating to the 70’s: The Military Wife As A Farmer

Han Mingxiu rolled his eyes and said, "I have something to do in the city. I'm going to deliver food to my second sister. I can't help but go!"

"What kind of food are you giving her? That white-eyed wolf is better than her if she has food to feed to pigs. Listen to the milk, go back, and don't give it to her." Yu Guizhen was still thinking that when Han Mingyu got married, she didn't get a dowry gift. When I heard that Han Mingxiu was going to deliver food to Han Mingyu, I put my face down at the time.

Han Mingxiu said, "No way, I have to borrow food from my second sister, otherwise, what will I feed those old animals? Or, please lend me some food, if you borrow me, I will not went."

When Yu Guizhen heard that she was going to get food from her, she immediately put out the fire, and Han Zhide hurriedly said, "Mother, please let her go when Xiuling is there. What are you doing with the sisters?"

After finishing speaking, he sucked his teeth and said to Han Mingxiu, "Xiu, it stands to reason that we will go to the city together. Uncle and grandma are elders, so they should buy you a ticket, but I'm not afraid of your jokes, the money in the family is called Xiaolong's dead child was taken away. The ticket money for my trip to the city with your grandmother was borrowed last night. You don't know how stingy we are in the village. The second uncle shamelessly walked away several times last night. I borrowed 50 cents, just enough for my and your grandmother's ticket, look, your ticket..."

"I'll buy my ticket myself." Han Mingxiu interrupted him to stop him from going on.

Just now she saw with her own eyes how many dollars was in the old lady's ragged handkerchief. Don't you feel ashamed that the second uncle is so old, lying with white eyebrows and red eyes?

Han Zhide really didn't feel ashamed. Hearing that Han Mingxiu didn't need him to get a ticket, he felt that his spittle stars just now were not in vain. As long as he could save money, what was his face? Just like that, Han Mingxiu bought his own ticket, the second uncle bought their tickets with the money given by Yu Guizhen, and the three of them took the tickets and squeezed into the bus bound for the county seat.

It's not a busy time for farming, and there are a lot of people entering the city, one by one, and the whole carriage is crowded like a bean bag.

As soon as Han Mingxiu got in the car, she was squeezed and couldn't move. Fortunately, she had a backpack that could help her occupy some space, otherwise she might be squeezed like a mother.

With the help of Han Zhide, the old lady barely squeezed into the car. Unfortunately, there is no elderly seat in this era, and the old lady has to stand like most people.

Everyone is going to the county seat. There are dozens of miles on the road, and the road is not good. There must be bumps along the way. It is so easy to grab a passenger for a seat. Why would you give the seat to someone else?

When the car started, the old lady dragged her son to stabilize her body with one hand, and tightly clutched her stomach with the other hand, nervously and vigilantly guarding the surrounding passengers, lest any passenger be a pickpocket and give her the lifeblood. stolen.

Han Mingxiu peeked coldly from a place not far away, and was not busy. Anyway, she had time, and it was not too late to start when she was tired and relaxed.

After more than half an hour, the old lady was tired and could not stand anymore. She leaned on Han Zhide's body, and her two skinny hands couldn't care about covering her belly, they all caught her. on the body of his son to relieve the pressure from his legs.

Han Mingxiu saw that the time was almost up. When the car passed through a pit, she quietly read, "Close" while the car was bumpy.

As a result, the remittance slip and the proof of the production team were silently taken back by Han Mingxiu.

Han Mingxiu originally planned to take the old lady's broken handkerchief, but her space was confiscated.

It seems that her space has the function of automatic recognition. She can only accept her own things or things that are not owned by her. Spaces that do not belong to her cannot be accepted.

Originally, Han Mingxiu wanted to steal all their money and let them walk back to the village. Since the space could not be collected, her plan had to be shelved.

Soon, when we arrived at the county seat, the car stopped, and the people in the car were suffocated in the carriage, and they all rushed to squeeze down.

Han Mingxiu also got out of the car with the crowd. After getting out of the car, she said to the old lady and Han Zhide, "I'm going to my second sister's house, you can do yours."

"Go, let's go-" Han Zhide wants her to leave quickly, otherwise they will withdraw the money later, and she will buy something else.

Han Mingxiu pursed her lips and walked away with a smile. She went directly to the county bath.

I was sweating all over the car just now, and my body was dirty, so I just took this opportunity to wash it well.

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Besides, Yu Guizhen and his wife, after getting off the car, they inquired all the way, and it took a long time to walk to the post office.

Entering the post office, Yu Guizhen first found a quiet corner, undid the waistband of her trousers, took out her handkerchief from the pocket on her trousers, and handed it to Han Zhide.

Han Zhide opened the handkerchief and stopped.

"Mother, where's the remittance slip?"

The old lady bowed her head and tied her waistband and said, "Will it be wrapped in our team's certificate?"

"Then... what's the proof?"

Han Zhide held the few dollars in the handkerchief, and his voice changed a bit.

The old lady finally realized that something was wrong with her son. She raised her head and saw that in the handkerchief her son was holding, there were only three or two small denominations of banknotes, and there was nothing extra!

"Ah? What's going on here? Where's the remittance slip? Where's the proof?"

The old lady grabbed the handkerchief and looked for it over and over again, but there was only that one dollar in the handkerchief, and there was nothing left.

"Mother, look again, did it fall into your pants pocket?"

After confirming that there was nothing in the handkerchief and that it had not fallen to the ground, Han Zhide put the last glimmer of hope in the old lady's pant pocket.

"Hey...hey..."

The old lady shivered and untied the waistband of her pants that she had just fastened. This time, because she was in a hurry, she didn't care about her shame and ugliness, and took off her outer pants, revealing the bright red trousers with patches inside.

On the front of the pant was a pocket with a big belly. The old lady sewed it on purposely to hold the three hundred dollars. At this time, the big pocket was empty. Yu Guizhen reached into it and pulled it. I missed the pocket, and I couldn't find what she was looking for.

"Second brother~ No wow~" Yu Guizhen said tremblingly.

"Boom—"

Han Zhide froze there, his whole body was stupid, as if the sky was falling, and he didn't move for a long time.

Yu Guizhen was also dumbfounded, she sat down on the ground, opened her mouth and started howling, "Hey, my money? Who killed Qiandao'er and stole my money?"

This sharp cry immediately attracted the security guard. As soon as the security guard came over, he saw an old lady sitting on the ground crying and howling with her trousers off her knees.