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

Chapter 249: When you have enough disappointment, you will no longer have any expectations

Almost every cadre who went to the countryside was surrounded by a few relatives who gave them clothes, things or various instructions.

Yang Jinlin was carrying his luggage and squeezed among the crowd, feeling very lost.

Feng Qiaolan said she had to take care of the children and had no time to attend the farewell party. She only helped Yang Jinlin pack a few clothes and did not come.

Yang Kaiyun and his family returned to their hometown. Yang Jinlin had no other relatives and could only feel sad alone.

Sitting on the train, looking at the trees and houses flashing by outside the window, Yang Jinlin felt inexplicably flustered. He always felt that he would not be able to return to the city in the short term after leaving this time...

When they arrived at Longmen Town, it was almost dark. Yang Jinlin didn't dare to walk on the mountain road, so he planned to stay in a hotel in the town for one night and went to a restaurant to order some meat dishes to reward himself.

He never took out the extra money he earned secretly and the money he earned from helping people move their household registration. He saved up more than 1500 yuan and put it all in a passbook.

With his monthly salary, even though this place is remote, it does not affect his carefree life, and he has no parents or children to bother him.

Thinking about it this way, Yang Jinlin felt that it would be a good idea to come to Longmen Town.

The next morning, Yang Jinlin asked someone about the specific location and route of Hejiawan. The other party told him that after leaving the county town, go north and cross two hills to reach the destination.

Yang Jinlin thought that it was a lie that it would take two days to get to Hejiawan. But when he looked at the mountains in the distance and felt exhausted, he realized that the saying "a horse will die if it is seen as a mountain" was true...

Yang Jinlin spent a night in the dilapidated temple and continued to head towards Hejia Bay the next day. On the way, he encountered three wild boars that were out looking for food. If a few hunters had not arrived by chance, he would have been crippled if not killed.

After a lot of heartache, Yang Jinlin finally arrived at Hejiawan.

It’s a small village, and all the houses are made of wood and tree bark.

People walking in the village were all wearing patched grey coarse cloth clothes, their trousers were too long and rolled up at the cuffs, their sleeves were too short and their arms were exposed. These ill-fitting clothes must have been worn by older people on smaller ones.

Yang Jinlin’s first impression was that this place was very poor.

An old man in ragged clothes, with his shoes patched over and over again, carrying a basket, seemed to have just come back from digging wild vegetables. Seeing Yang Jinlin standing there motionless, he asked, "Who are you? What do you do?"

The old lady's dialect was a little bit similar to Jiangcheng dialect, and Yang Jinlin could barely understand it: "Hello, grandma. I am a cadre who responded to the government's call and came to our Hejiawan for training. May I ask you how to get to the village chief's house?"

The old woman pointed to a house and said, "That's it."

"Thank you."

Yang Jinlin found the village chief, explained his purpose, and showed him his letter of introduction.

The village chief He Wangcai took him to a dilapidated house and said, "Wangmin died a few days ago. He has no children. The house is empty. You can live there first."

Yang Jinlin was a little shy and wanted to move to another house, but there was only this one vacant house in the village, so he could only make do with it, thinking that in a few days, he would spend some money to find someone to rebuild a decent house.

When Yang Jinlin was putting his luggage away, he discovered that his passbook was missing. He searched through every piece of clothing but couldn't find it.

He clearly stuffed it into the quilt, how could it disappear?

Was it stolen on the train?

But his clothes didn't show any signs of being disturbed. How did the thief take the items remotely?!

Yang Jinlin was puzzled, thinking that the other party didn't know the specific address of the bank, nor did he have his seal, so it was useless to get the passbook. He could just wait until he returned to the city and go to the bank where he deposited the money to apply for a new passbook. Not a penny of his money would be lost.

The house had fallen into disrepair and was full of holes. The cold winter wind whistled past, making some strange noises. A gust of eerie cold air blew in his face, and Yang Jinlin shuddered.

This house is not suitable for human habitation, he must build a new one as soon as possible!

Fortunately, he had a few dozen yuan in change, which should be enough to build a house. When his salary comes next month, he won't have to worry about money anymore...

On the third day after Yang Jinlin boarded the train, Feng Qiaolan found Zhou Rong and handed her a thick envelope.

Zhou Rong opened it and saw that there was money inside. He looked at Feng Qiaolan and asked what it meant.

Feng Qiaolan smiled and said, "Jin Lin said he would give you 31 yuan a month in child support, but he has gone to the countryside and cannot pay the child support normally.

There was 700 yuan in the envelope, which he hid secretly. I found it by accident. I will give you the child support in one lump sum on his behalf. From now on, you will have to take care of three children by yourself."

Zhou Rong returned the envelope to Feng Qiaolan: "I am not short of money. My salary is enough to support myself and my three children. I ask him for child support every month to tell him that women are not easy to bully. From the moment he has bad intentions, he will suffer for the rest of his life.

The last time I asked Yang Jinlin for child support, he didn't want to give it. He said that you had another child and that it was too heavy a task for him to support the family, so he asked me to be considerate of him.

He is not in the city, your children are young, and there are many places to spend money, so you should keep all this money."

Feng Qiaolan did not take the envelope: "Yang Jinlin has a passbook with more than 1500 yuan in it. My father said hello to the bank manager and I took all the money out. You take 700 and the rest is mine.

My dad has also talked to the finance department about his monthly salary, and after sending him 5 yuan, the rest is given to me, so you don't have to worry, I have enough money to support my child.

Yang Jinlin owes us too much, so you are welcome to use his money."

Zhou Rong looked at Feng Qiaolan and sighed, "You are not the same as before."

Feng Qiaolan smiled bitterly and said, "When you have enough disappointments, you will no longer have any expectations and your heart will become hardened. Wasn't that what happened to you in the beginning?"

Yes, a woman's heart usually doesn't die because of big things, but those small disappointments again and again become the fatal injuries.

Zhou Rong understood Feng Qiaolan's feelings and was relieved that she returned in time...

Zhou Rong insisted on not taking the 700 yuan, and asked Feng Qiaolan to save the money and take good care of the children. If she wanted to find someone to talk to, she was willing to be a listener.

Feng Qiaolan held Zhou Rong's hand and said, "Thank you! If it weren't for me, you might not have to get a divorce. You are so considerate, and your little family must be very happy."

Zhou Rong: "Even if you weren't there, there would be other women. Yang Jinlin only wants to take shortcuts and climb the ladder. My family background can't help him. In order to get to the top, he will definitely curry favor with powerful people.

If he wants someone to help him wholeheartedly, he must be firmly bound to that person, and becoming that person's son-in-law is the most convenient way."

Feng Qiaolan smiled sadly: "Many people have said this to me, but I was so confused by the so-called love at the time that I couldn't listen. Now when I think about it, I feel so stupid."

Zhou Rong: "It's not too late for you to figure it out now. You still have a lot of time in your life. Take care of your children and live a good life."

Feng Qiaolan: "Well, if you are in trouble, you can come to me. I will definitely help you as long as I can."

Zhou Rong: "Okay."