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    Chapter 231 Building a Factory

    Song Zhaodi reminded him: "You have learned some fur, and revitalization has also learned."

    "Understood, mother, I will act carefully." Zi Li pointed to the clock on the wall, "It's almost time for class, you can go."

    Song Zhaodi was worried: "Tell grandma and grandpa."

    "Mother, I haven't gone grocery shopping yet." Zi Li said, "I'll talk about it when I get back from shopping."

    Song Zhaodi suddenly thought: "Yes, yes, you will ride a bike to buy vegetables later. If Liu Anan sees you and calls your name, you can pretend not to hear. Otherwise, your mother and my lies will be revealed. ."

    "Okay." Zi Li smiled, "Mother, I'm twenty-two, not four. I know how to deal with it. You're so worried, I'll never grow up."

    Song Zhaodi smiled: "Then I'll stop nagging, I'll go."

    "Mother, I'll take you there." Self-reliance glanced at the clock, "There are still five minutes before class. I haven't ridden you on a bicycle yet."

    Song Zhaodi once learned bicycles, but when she was learning, Zhong Jianguo laughed at her, and Song Zhaodi stopped learning in a fit of anger. Dawa took her by bicycle, and it was really awkward to sit behind the bicycle. Song Zhaodi thought about it, and she left on her own in a few days: "Hurry up and push the car, I'll wait for you at the door."

    "Okay." Zi Li smiled and ran to push the cart. After sending Song Zhaodi to the door of the classroom, she turned to the non-staple food factory to buy vegetables.

    When Song Zhaodi entered, a bold student asked, "Who was that person just now? Teacher Song."

    "My eldest son." Song Zhaodi and Yourong Yan said, "In the guidance profession, I will become a scientist in the future."

    The student quickly asked, "Is it Zhong Zili?"

    "Yes." Song Zhaodi nodded.

    The student glanced outside, and self-reliance had long since disappeared: "Why is it different from before?"

    "He hasn't come back for more than a year." Song Zhaodi said, "Of course it's different. Open the book and let's start the class."

    Zhenxing has three classes today, the first class, the third and the fourth class. After class, Song Zhaodi asked another teacher to transfer his class to the second and third classes.

    At eleven o'clock, Zhenxing returned home, and said on his own that he accidentally cut his hands when he was killing the fish. Seeing the gauze wrapped around his hands, Zhen Xing quickly said, "I'll cook, don't do it." Roll up his sleeves, wash his hands, and go to the kitchen.

    Taking a look at the intact hand, he whispered, "Grandma, grandpa, you go to Liu Jingjing's place and come back at twelve o'clock."

    "I know, I know." Mother Song whispered, pushing Father Song, "Let's go."

    Go to the kitchen independently: "Zhenxing, I'll help you set the fire."

    "Your hand is uncomfortable, so don't move." Zhen Xing said, "The wound is open and easy to get infected."

    Self-reliance: "The right hand is fine." After a pause, "I originally told my mother to cook her a table of delicious food, but I didn't expect... sigh, my grandmother is going to cook, and I was afraid that her cooking would not be delicious, so I went to the hospital to wrap my hands. When the time comes, I will ask my mother to adjust the get out of class for you. My mother also asked me why I need to change the class. I said I have something to tell you, but I didn’t tell my mother the truth.”

    "If you don't tell me, the teacher can guess when you come back and see how your hands are wrapped like that." Zhen Xing said, "Don't let grandma cook, the dishes she cooks are not delicious."

    Zili smiled and said, "That's because you haven't eaten the food made by your aunt, and what she cooks is unpalatable."

    "The teacher said that her eldest sister can live a special life, I can imagine it." Zhenxing cut the fish, "What did you plan to do?"

    Self-reliance: "Do what you think is delicious."

    "Then I looked at it and did it." Zhen Xing said.

    Mother Song knew that she bought a lot of vegetables independently, and was afraid that Zhenxing would not be able to finish it in an hour. The school was over, and she sat at Liu Jingjing for a long time before she told Liu Anan that it was time to eat, let's go back.

    The five people washed their hands and entered the house. Sanwa was serving dishes outside. Seeing them coming in, he quickly put down the dishes and pulled up the chairs, beckoning them to sit down. Afterwards, he entered the room and said to Zhenxing, "Your Liu Jingjing is here."

    "Who's house?!" Zhenxing said expressionlessly.

    Sanwa: "Your home. Could it be my home?"

    Zhenxing choked: "You, if you talk nonsense again, I'll tell Uncle Zhong."

    "Your Uncle Zhong will also say that I'm right." Sanwa went out with the fish soup and deliberately said, "Mr. Liu, these dishes are all made by Zhenxing alone."

    Liu Jingjing raised his head and looked towards the kitchen.

    Sanwa: "My self-supporting brother's hand is hurt—"

    "Is it serious?" Liu Anan asked hurriedly.

    Sanwa: "It's not serious, it'll be fine in two days. I'll go get chopsticks, you guys have a quick taste."

    Zhong Jianguo also came back. Seeing Song Zhaodi coming from the toilet to wash his hands, he asked in a low voice, "I've always been careful about self-reliance, how could I hurt my hand? He has to go back to work in a few days."

    "Don't worry, he pretended." Song Zhaodi wiped her hands and gave him the towel. "Today Liu An'an will go back, no accident, and will call us in two days."

    Zhong Jianguo: "Just one meal?"

    "Yes." Song Zhaodi looked at him, "If you knew how to cook back then, you were not a college student, but a boss, and I would have married you."

    Zhong Jianguo: "If I wasn't a college student, wouldn't I be able to cook?"

    "Then you should eat in the cafeteria at this time." Song Zhaodi said, "Maybe you are cooking by yourself."

    Zhong Jianguo glanced at her: "A woman who cares about everything."

    "I didn't have any feelings for you before. Before marrying you, I have to figure out whether it's worth it." Song Zhaodi said, "Nothing counts. That's Liu Ping, not me, Song Zhaodi."

    Zhong Jianguo nodded: "You are right. Let's go in for dinner, Teacher Song."

    At about two o'clock, Song Zhaodi and Zhenxing sent Liu An'an and his wife to the pier. The two of them got on the boat, and when Song Zhaodi came back, she continued to make clothes for Zili, and she started making naan the next day.

    On November 25th, when I left on my own, I carried a bag of clothes in one hand and a bag of food in the other. Remembering that he brought a small bag when he came back, he couldn't help but said, "Mother, do you think I'm moving like this?"

    "Which house are you moving? You haven't brought as many things with you when you went to college." Song Zhaodi said, "If it's inconvenient to make a phone call, write a letter. Even if we can't reply to your letter, let us know that you are fine."

    Hearing what she said, he wanted to cry, and took a deep breath to hold back the tears: "I will. Mom, I'll come back when I get a chance."

    "Call me in advance when you come back." Song Zhaodi said, "I'll prepare some delicious food for you."

    Zili smiled and said, "I see." However, no one thought that this time, Zili would come back when Sanwa was about to go to the university to report.

    In the spring of 1984, Yongcheng was designated as a special economic zone. Song Zhaodi saw the news. As soon as the second baby was on summer vacation, Song Zhaodi gave him a sum of money to recruit workers to build a factory.

    The internal drawings of the workshop were drawn by Song Zhaodi, and Erwa had already used her spare time to draw the overall plan. He felt that when he first started, he didn't build so many workshops and assembly lines, so he built three workshops.

    While Erwa was busy building a factory, Sanwa ushered in the college entrance examination. The foundation of the three workshops was laid, and the college entrance examination was over. When Sanwa received the admission letter from the Second Artillery Academy, the three workshops were almost finished.

    In the morning of August 24, 1984, after breakfast, Erwa asked, "Mother, the factory building is finished, is the next step to recruit workers?"

    "We will recruit people in the spring of next year." Song Zhaodi said, "Director of the workshop, I have already helped you find them."

    Erwa hurriedly asked, "Who is it?"

    "You can't even dream of it, second brother." Sanwa crossed Erlang's legs, "Goudan's sister."

    Erwa frowned: "How could it be her?"

    "Goudan's younger sister is divorced and can't go back to work. Now she can only substitute in the village." Song Zhaodi said, "You also know how powerful the mouths of the seven aunts and eight aunts in the village are, they can tell good people that they want to commit suicide.

    "At the beginning of last year, my mother came home and told Goudan's mother that I hope Goudan's sister will come to work here. No one here knows her, and she doesn't say she was divorced, no one knows, and no one knows her. Talk about her behind her back.

    "Goudan's mother called me and wanted to send Goudan's sister over immediately. I heard from my mother that Goudan's sister knew that she was helping you with things, and felt that she had little knowledge. She has been reading at home every day for more than a year. Sometimes I even go to Renjia's factory to see how the workshop director manages people."

    Erwa: "If that's the case, then it's her. But she's here, where does she live?"

    "You're gone, we'll help you build a dormitory." Song Zhaodi said, "Anyway, Zhenxing and I are fine in the afternoon, so we can go over and watch. Qu Zhuangzhuang's eldest sister doesn't have a formal job, so I'll talk to Qu Zhuangzhuang's mother, When your factory is up tomorrow, ask her to go to the factory to sew buttons."

    Erwa wanted to laugh: "Mother, don't tell me, you can even help me find a worker who knows sewing machines."

    "Mother didn't look for it." Sanwa said, "Mother just told Aunt Jiang and Teacher Liu in the west that you want to set up a factory and find people who can know sewing machines, but you don't know where to find them. Complaining like this, no After three days, Aunt Jiang said that her sister-in-law would meet."

    Erwa was curious: "Why is it so coincidental?"

    "Not at all." Song Zhaodi said, "She bought a sewing machine and asked Lu Liang's younger brother and sister-in-law to come and learn it. She studied for more than two months and only returned in May."

    Erwa held her forehead: "My mother, why are you so powerful. By the way, why did you tell Teacher Liu about this?"

    At the end of the previous year, that is, one month after Liu An'an returned home, Song Zhaodi took Zhenxing and Liu Jingjing to Liu's house. According to the customs there, the two got engaged. But neither family mentioned marriage.

    Song Zhaodi was afraid that she would fall in love with others after Zhenxing, and the Liu family wanted to observe Zhenxing for another two years. As a result, both of them have been engaged for more than a year, and the house of Zhenxing has been renovated for a year, and he and Liu Jingjing have not yet argued.

    Sanwa: "Mr. Liu's eldest sister and eldest brother-in-law are honest. Teacher Liu also said that her eldest sister and eldest brother-in-law's wages are not high. Mother said in front of her that she wanted to give her sister a chance."

    "Then why don't you say it directly?" Erwa asked.

    Song Zhaodi: "Because she is Liu Jingjing's sister. Only if she comes over voluntarily, she will be embarrassed to complain if she feels tired from work in the future."

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