Once upon a time, Lin Nianhe only wanted to make money, make money, make money, and wait a few years to ride the wave and become a rich generation.
After meeting so many people and so many things, Lin Nianhe wanted to be a gardener and dig the most beautiful garden for the flowers and bones of the motherland; she also wanted to boost the economy, and she wanted her little butterfly to bring about a more turbulent future. waves.
She has seen too many weak but powerful people, and she has also seen too much helplessness and heartache.
It was this era that healed her, and she should repay Qiong Ju in return.
No one could tell her what she was thinking. She could only pretend to be an educated person who had read too much and tried to offend Dad Lin.
Father Lin's brows were twisted with worry and he advised her: "He He, I can see that the folks here are very nice, and the captain has always praised you, but you can't stay in the country forever, can you? You don't want to Did you eat roast duck? Shabu-shabu mutton? You also didn’t eat the jam tarts and sausages from the Moscow restaurant?”
"Okay, let's take a step back and say, if you don't want to eat these, then you don't want to go home? Look at where you live now. It's not convenient to take a bath, and the weather is cold... Your mother bought it for you a few days ago. I bought a light brown woolen coat and small leather shoes, they look great! I also have the skirt at home, don’t you want to wear it?”
"Daughter, you are still young, and now you are full of enthusiasm, but in this cold winter, you have been in poor health since you were a child, and even if you get sick here, you can't get the best treatment..."
Lin Nianhe said slowly: "Ten years of drinking ice will not cool your hot blood."
Dad Lin: "...!"
Comrade Lao Lin was really anxious, and his voice rose an octave: "Then tell me, what do you want to do? Are you just going to be an educated youth here?"
Lin Nianhe blinked, hunched his shoulders and pursed his lips. He said nothing and only looked at Father Lin longingly.
He looked pitifully frightened.
Father Lin immediately regretted it.
He quickly stood up, reached out and patted her back to calm her down, and coaxed her: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Dad was wrong, I scared you."
Lin Nianhe leaned bonelessly in Dad Lin's arms, looked up at him and said, "Dad, I really don't want to go back to the city now. I'm a teacher in school, so I don't have to work in the fields... and the village primary school has just opened. Soon, there was only one teacher for each grade, and I didn’t want the children to come to school in the wind and snow, only to find that their teacher had deserted.”
Father Lin sighed and asked, "What about you in the future? Do you really plan to be a teacher here for the rest of your life?"
Lin Nianhe tugged on Dad Lin's sleeve and said seriously: "Dad, I want to go to university, not the Workers', Peasants and Soldiers' University, but the kind of university you went to."
Father Lin looked at his heart with complicated eyes: "Your father went to the Army Military Academy."
Lin Nianhe: "..."
I can't talk any more today.
Lin Xinjian'er's expression was stagnant for a moment, then he started to act rudely: "I don't care, I just don't want to go to the art troupe, I want to go to college, I want to take the exam for Peking University!"
The daughter was making nonsense, and Father Lin sighed.
"He He, it's not certain when the college entrance examination will resume. You can't keep waiting, can you?"
A hint of cunning flashed in Lin Nianhe's eyes, and she stretched out three fingers towards Dad Lin: "Three years, I will wait for three years. If the college entrance examination has not been resumed by then, I will follow your arrangements, okay?"
It is now the end of 1975. In October 1977, we will announce the resumption of the college entrance examination. The exam will be held in December of the same year, and we will enroll in March of 1978.
Lin Nianhe said three years, mainly because he didn't want to predict too accurately, so as not to arouse suspicion.
"this……"
Father Lin hesitated.
The situation is changing rapidly now, and he is not sure when the college entrance examination will resume.
"Dad," Lin Nianhe saw his relaxed expression and immediately pursued the victory, "Even if it is all in vain in the end, I am just twenty years old, so there is still time for everything."
She put her arms around Father Lin's neck and rocked her coquettishly: "You don't want your only daughter to end up with a lifetime of regrets, right?"
Father Lin was hugged by his daughter and his head was empty.
He patted Lin Nianhe's head and said, "Then go home and wait, you can study hard, and our family doesn't want you to earn that little salary. Besides, if the village primary school is gone, why don't you still open it?"
Lin Nianhe: "Don't say it, really don't say it, the village boy will be separated without me."
Dad Lin: "..."
Father Lin didn't believe this at all.
He saw it last night. There were so many educated youths in the educated youth spots. How could there be a shortage of teachers?
Lin Nianhe clapped his fingers and added: "Not only will the village boy have to leave without me, but if I go back to the capital, Uncle Huang's plan to use the textile factory's money to export and earn foreign exchange will also have to stop."
Dad Lin: "...?"
As a person who aspires to be a rich generation, Lin Nianhe still has some experience in observing the situation.
For example, now, the only person who can help her convince Comrade Lao Lin to let her stay is Minister Huang.
It was impossible for Li Da and the others. The captain always felt that the only way to treat her well was to send her back to the city. It was even more impossible for Su Yuncheng. He wished she could go back to the capital and live a good life where the wind and rain were out of the way.
Only Uncle Huang——
"What are you talking about? These hair flowers are all painted by Lin Wazi? Don't try to bluff me!"
Wang Xiao and the director of the design factory nodded in unison: "It was painted by Xiao Lin! And our head flowers have signed a supply agreement of 30,000 pieces per month with the provincial capital supply and marketing cooperative!"
They unanimously did not mention that Director Zhai only signed the contract for one month.
Minister Huang's eyes widened and he looked at Lin Nianhe in disbelief, as if he was seeing her for the first time.
Lin Nianhe promptly took out the new samples that Wen Lan and Aunt Zhao had made in the past two days and said, "Uncle Huang, look at these head flower samples. These were designed after I heard my father say that you wanted to sell head flowers in the Friendship Store. It seems that time is a bit tight and I didn’t have time to prepare suitable materials, so you can just make do with it.”
Minister Huang took it and looked at it carefully and nodded again and again: "My dear, when I received foreign guests, they were wearing something similar to these! Yao'er, how do you know this?"
"I have read some books before, and this is what was described above." Lin Nianhe smiled innocently.
"My dear, you are such a fierce little girl." Minister Huang sighed.
He put a few bouquets on the table, turned to Dad Lin and said, "Binghui, your son can't go to the art troupe, come to the Ministry of Foreign Trade!"
Father Lin’s brain hurts.
And the Ministry of Foreign Trade? His daughter now just wants to take root in the black earth... huh? Ministry of Foreign Trade? If Lin Nianhe can be coaxed back to the capital, it doesn't matter if he is from the Ministry of Foreign Trade or the Art Troupe! Anywhere will do!
Dad Lin suddenly became energetic and his headache stopped. He looked at Lin Nianhe with burning eyes and asked: "Hehe, how about going to the Ministry of Foreign Trade? As long as you, Uncle Huang, are here, no one dares to bully you!"
Lin Nianhe blinked: "Will going to the Ministry of Foreign Trade delay my entrance to Peking University?"
"No delay! When the college entrance examination resumes, I will let you, Uncle Huang, release me!" Father Lin said loudly.
"That's good."
Lin Nianhe smiled as brightly as a flower.
The corners of Father Lin's mouth rose uncontrollably. Before he could laugh out loud, he heard his daughter say again:
"But Uncle Huang, I'm still too young. You just put me in the Ministry of Foreign Trade and I don't know anything! I think I should start at the grassroots level, why not start with the foreign trade business of the textile factory!"
Dad Lin: "...!"
His daughter really wanted to take root in the vast black land, and not even the Ministry of Foreign Trade could seduce her.
