Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"I can't use your money. Obediently, I will find a way for the money my family needs." Jing Yulan refused Yang Rui with difficulty.

Yang Rui persuaded: "I can't use this money now. If you are useful, just use it and return it to me in the future. Think about it first, and let's talk about it after we get back to school."

Jing Yulan followed Yang Rui silently, and his thoughts were chaotic along the way.

Passing by the passenger terminal, Jing Yulan was surprised to hear the soliciting minibus calling people: "The night bus is about to be missed."

"I'll find you a teacher's dormitory. I will stay at night and go back tomorrow."

"I don't want it anymore. I want to go back first. Our course will continue next time." Jing Yulan felt that she needed a little more time to think. Or, simply avoid Yang Rui's suggestion.

As for the young people's xinxing, maybe they will forget it in a few days.

Yang Rui took two steps and asked, "Are you going back to Pingjiang?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'll accompany you back."

The sudden decision made by Yang Rui surprised Jing Yulan.

She immediately objected, saying: "What are you going to do in Pingjiang? You still have to go to class."

"I carry the book with me, it doesn't affect, I will go to see Aunt Jing." Yang Rui said that I brought the book with me, it was the data in his mind. Some information can be consulted, but some things are not afraid to go deep, and you can go deep into it over and over again. When Yang Rui was okay, he used his brain as a mobile phone. Finding books, papers, and reading is more convenient than reading on a mobile phone.

Jing Yulan was shocked by Yang Rui's "aunt", and then asked for a while: "Seeing my mother, what do you want to say?"

"Don't you know? I want to see how Auntie thinks about funding."

"That's not appropriate either." Jing Yulan flatly refused.

Yang Rui shook his head: "This is the basic financial flow. I don’t use the money. I lend it to the people who need it. The people who use the money repay the money on time. It’s best to give me some interest. Not only will it not affect me, but it can also help. For those who spend money, this is the social connection between us. Are you right?"

"This one……"

"You probably don't know the role that funds can play in this aspect." Yang Rui fully grasped the rhythm of the conversation. He stood on the side of the road, his body upright, and looked down at Jing Yulan slightly, and said: "The rehabilitation work has been carried out so far. It’s the last year, most people have been rehabilitated, your father has not been rehabilitated, the first thing you need to do is to find out the reason, how to find the reason? In the case of underdeveloped consultation, there can only be one place. I've tried to ask questions individually. At the same time, the visitor to your father is old, so you have to bring up some deceptive gifts, so all kinds of things, you have to spend money."

"I know." Jing Yulan lowered her head, and stroked the tender grass on the side of the road with her toes, like a sixteen-year-old girl. At this time, her anxiety and hesitation were indeed not different from the sixteen-year-old girl.

Yang Rui shook his head: "I don't think you know. Large-scale rehabilitation cannot be indefinite, and it is impossible for the state to always focus its work on rehabilitation. Once the Central Organization Department believes that the effect of rehabilitation is achieved, it will end the large-scale rehabilitation. Rehabilitation work is now simple and easy. Rehabilitation will become more complicated and cumbersome. Without a green light operating system, if your father wants to rehabilitate, it will become more difficult, even requiring the central government or provincial leaders to speak. In order to solve the problem. The worst case is that once the mass redress is over, your father cannot be rehabilitated. In that case, what will you do, what will your father do, and what will your mother do?"

He really didn't scare Jing Yulan. The current focus of domestic work is to rehabilitate. In places like Hedong Province, because the governor and secretary of the provincial party committee were not active enough, he was transferred. As long as ordinary people's documents are delivered, the departments at all levels will approve them at the fastest speed, and there are few requirements for inspection and fault finding. Basically, there are no major problems and all are passed.

Nevertheless, the rehabilitative work has been going on for such a long time, which shows the arduous tasks. Once the focus of work defined by the central government changes, the result will be completely the opposite.

Prevarication and procrastination are the most basic, and the most likely is not to censor at all.

At that time, petitioning or finding someone would be half the result with half the effort.

There was obvious hesitation and anxiety on Jing Yulan's face.

"Now, you are using the money. I didn't notice that it was my fault before. Now that I noticed it, I must help, and you don't want to refuse." Yang Rui has a sincere tone, and has a demeanor of the hero of the brain-dead drama. . At least in terms of appearance, he does have a male lead.

Jing Yulan was a little touched, but bowed her head and said, "Your money is not brought by the wind. With so much money, we haven't been able to make it for a long time."

"This money is almost the same as the wind blows. Moreover, once your father is rehabilitated, won't he pay back his salary and bonuses for these years? At that time, there will always be a few thousand yuan. You can just give it back to me. If you don't , I'll take the money to buy stamps." Yang Rui said quite honestly, stopped for a moment, and said: "Don't say it, let's talk about it after the car can't keep up."

Jing Yulan bored her head and followed Yang Rui into the minibus. He didn't realize until the car drove. Isn't this going to Pingjiang?

It was bumpy all the way, and it was six o'clock in the evening to Pingjiang.

Jing Yulan's family is a small bungalow with a small courtyard of 10 square meters in the family area of ​​Pingjiang Normal University. There are two rooms, about 20 to 30 square meters in total, and they belong to a very small family in the university.

However, the room was allocated to Jing Yulan by the school. Regardless of rank or seniority, having such a house is considered to be taken care of.

Yang Rui stepped forward and knocked on the door. Jing Yulan glanced at him, but didn't say a word.

The one who answered the door was Jing Yulan's mother. On the surface, Jing's mother is a bit old, with half-white and half-grey hair, deep wrinkles on her forehead, but she speaks very well-organized, and her handling of people is polite and meticulous. In just two minutes, she didn’t know it. The process of introducing each other and sitting down was completed, as if they had been trained.

Three minutes later, a cup of fragrant fragrance was brought to the table.

Even Yang Rui, who usually doesn't drink tea, is ready to move.

Jing Yulan was relieved as he smelled the tea, smiled and held it up, contented like a cat.

Everyday Yang Rui saw the serious Jing Yulan, such a lazy beautiful teacher immediately attracted Yang Rui's attention.

Jing Mu looked in her eyes, stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Drink the tea while it is hot. Try to see if you like it or not."

"Okay." Yang Rui closed his eyes, held up the teacup, took a sip, and then took another sip.

Drinking tea in the north is different from that in the south. In the latter, the tea is in a pot and the water is just passed away. In the former, the tea is in a cup and the tea is not dried in a water bath.

Jingmu uses the northern method of making tea, which has a stronger aroma and a heavier taste.

From the perspective of a layman, Yang Rui, it smells better, and the sweetness is more obvious.

"It's delicious." Yang Rui exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "I didn't expect to drink such good tea. I don't know tea, but I still want to know what kind of tea it is."

"Tea is an ordinary tip, and the more special one is water." Jing Mu smiled and said, "There is a deep well drilled in the 1930s in Pingjiang Normal University. It is not dry now. I take advantage of the rising sun to make it every morning. The water, go home and treat it again. It’s especially delicious when used to make tea. However, the water for that day has to be used up the same day, and it will become normal the next day."

Yang Rui was dumbfounded. Although the sun's rising was a bit contrary to his intentions, it still sounded great.

Jing Yulan drank half a cup of tea unknowingly, and when she saw Yang Rui became stupid, she suddenly felt very happy and said, "Mom is the best at finding water. Whenever she goes to a place, she finds different local water to taste, sometimes even With test papers and instruments, I never understood how to get it."

Jing Yulan, who said "Mom", sat slantingly on the sofa, gentle and lovely.

Jing Ma responded with a smile, and said: "I used to study geology, and then I was not allowed to work, so I could only use my professional to make tea. If I like it, drink more. It just so happened that I made an extra pot of water today."

"You are quite open-minded." Yang Rui bluntly refilled himself.

"It won't work if you are not open-minded. We have also argued, but we haven't gotten it."

Yang Rui nodded, and immediately realized that this was a great opportunity, and then Jing Mu said: "I am here this time just to help you fight again."

"Oh?" Jing Mu looked at Jing Yulan suspiciously.

Jing Yulan sat upright and relayed what Yang Rui said.

In the first half, Jing Mu was still smiling while listening, but in the second half, she forced her to sit up straight.

"Is it true that the central government wants to adjust the focus of work?" Jing Mu is very concerned about this issue. Unlike Jing Yulan, she knows the crises and opportunities in it. After all, the past few years have been for the sake of her husband's rehabilitation. She has been running around ~www.NovelMTL.com~Yang Rui thought for a while and gave a positive answer, saying: "Exactly."

"Can you ask about the source?"

"I can't tell you now, but I'd rather believe it and not believe it, right?"

"Um..." Jing Mu muttered.

Yang Rui took out the 1,500 yuan in his pocket and said, "I brought so much today to help Teacher Jing. I think my parents will approve of it. In addition, I personally earned this money, and my parents don’t care about me. It doesn't matter how you spend it, even if you use it, it won't be spent in a few years, it doesn't matter."

"This is too much, no way." Although Yang Rui's youth was exposed to the sight of 1,500 yuan in cash, Jing Mu suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Yang Rui said: "1500 yuan is not much at all. If you use the method, maybe 5000 yuan is not enough."

Jing Yulan was dumb, but Jing Mu was indifferent, and asked, "What can be done?"

"I want to ask first, is there any competent person in the teacher's family who can use it? I mean, someone who can help with running errands, invite meals, give gifts, and negotiate with people, if they have some level and age, it will be better. Up."

Jing Mu nodded slightly and said, "There are still people who can do things, but everyone's situation in recent years has not been good, and they can't help much."

"Then let me ask one more question, Teacher Jing's father, what position did he hold before?"

"Xiao Lan didn't tell you?"

"I didn't ask, nor did she say."

Mother Jing took a sip of tea, slowly put down the cup, and said: "Xiaolan's father, formerly the deputy general manager of China National Textile Corporation."

Yang Rui raised his eyebrows: "China Textile is a central enterprise, right? What level is the deputy always?"

"Deputy ministerial level." Jing Mu answered calmly.

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