The son-in-law is also a reliable and steady person. The two of them have always had a good relationship. If they can hold on for another six months, everything will be fine once Qinglan graduates.

During their conversation, the food was served, and Zhou Mingyuan quickly invited his daughter and son to eat.

"Eat more. You usually don't eat anything good at school, so I specially ordered meat dishes today. Eat more."

Zhou Mingyuan said this while serving food to the child.

The family had a happy meal together. In the evening, Zhou Mingyuan and Sheng Xiping returned to the hotel to rest, while Zhou Qinglan and her siblings went back to school.

On the morning of the 16th, the group toured the provincial capital again, and in the afternoon they took a bus back.

At noon on the 17th, the group arrived at Songjiang River, and the trip to the provincial capital for the order fair was considered a successful one.

Sheng Xiping did not linger in Songjianghe, but instead called the forest railway dispatch center and learned that there would be a whole truck carrying timber back to Qianchuan in the afternoon, so he went directly to the forest railway station to take the truck back to the forest farm.

In mid-April, the temperature in the Changbai Mountain area is still quite low.

When I got off the bus, I could clearly feel that Qianchuan was several degrees colder than Songjianghe, and it was incomparable to the provincial capital.

The spring chill was biting, and the wind blew like knives.

Fortunately, Sheng Xiping had put on his thick coat when he boarded the bus at Songjianghe. He wrapped it tightly around his neck and ran to the processing plant in a flash.

As soon as I arrived at the factory gate, I didn't hear the roar of the fire saws at work, but only the laughter and chatter of the women.

Sheng Xiping was taken aback. It was Friday, and they weren't on holiday. What was the factory doing? Had they stopped sawing and weren't working? Were they having a party?

Sheng Xiping stepped into the processing plant, only to find Chen Liping, Lin Junhua, and other young female workers from the collective and the state standing in the factory yard, their faces flushed, heads bowed, muttering to themselves.

"What's going on? Why aren't you all working? Why are you all standing outside?" Sheng Xiping coughed and asked.

The female workers in the yard were startled by the noise.

Some reacted quickly and ran into the workshop, while others stood there with their heads down, looking embarrassed.

"Comrade Lin Junhua, what's going on? It's not even time to get off work yet, why do I hear the saw has stopped?"

"What's going on in there? Aren't you working?" Sheng Xiping asked, noticing Lin Junhua standing outside.

"Factory Manager, well, Niu Erzhu is in the workshop, being dealt with by Sister Haixia and the others." Lin Junhua said hesitantly, looking embarrassed.

Lin Junhua only said this one sentence, and Sheng Xiping knew what was going on.

This processing plant was expanded from the old sawmill. When Feng Baosheng came to the forest farm, he sent all the women who were filling in for others to work in the sawmill.

Later, when Zheng Xianyong became the Party Secretary, he didn't make any changes to the sawmill, and those old women continued to work there.

Most of these women are women whose husbands have had accidents, and they are filling in for or taking over their husbands' jobs. In order to support their families, they are all fierce and difficult to deal with.

Having worked in the sawmill for a long time, they were all strong, loud, and extremely fierce, like wolves and tigers.

It's not the fierceness of Northeastern women that's scary, it's a bunch of fierce women together.

These tough women work together all day long, and since they're all married and have children, they're even more shameless than men. When they get going, they're so fierce they could practically tear the roof off the sawmill.

The forest farm has several drivers who operate large rubber-wheeled tractors, specifically for transporting timber to the sawmill.

When these women get really into a bad mood, they'll stare at the driver with their eyes practically glowing green whenever they see him driving his big rubber-wheeled car into the sawmill.

The female captain gave a hand signal, and several strong women rushed over, pinned the driver down on the spot, and unbuckled his belt to stuff sawdust into his crotch.

Then, they would press the driver to tell him about what happened between him and his wife the night before.

The details must be meticulous, otherwise it won't do; the rough parts must be rough, otherwise it won't do, otherwise you'll just keep stuffing sawdust into your crotch.

Middle-aged men are often physically unable to perform, so there aren't many details to discuss. Some people just make things up.

As a result, the experienced women saw through his plan and caused him further trouble, until the driver collapsed on the ground begging for mercy.

It is said that once, these tiger-women applied a pack of twelve pain relief plasters to a driver's private parts, almost tearing off his skin and flesh.

Those tough women at the sawmill were notorious throughout the entire forest farm. Even the drivers of those big rubber-wheeled vehicles would tremble at the mere mention of delivering materials to the sawmill.

At the same time, the women in the sawmill were also a well-known women's organization in the forest farm, and each of them was an extremist.

Male forestry workers, especially the older timber workers who work in the mountains, have a habit of drinking alcohol.

Some men, after drinking too much, go home and beat their wives.

Women's organizations, trade unions, and the Communist Youth League in the forest farm are often helpless in resolving such family disputes.

Ironically, the problems were easily solved when these women from the Firesaw workshop took action.

At a command from the female leader of the sawmill, she led the group of women directly into the other party's house.

Some men, upon seeing this group of women, were so frightened that they jumped out of the window and ran away in panic.

Those who were slow to run were dragged to the sawmill by the group of women and subjected to a brutal beating. From then on, they never dared to drink or beat their wives again.

Since the sawmill was expanded into a processing plant, many more young people from the collective have joined the area. Sheng Xiping has repeatedly warned that no more fooling around in the processing plant is allowed.

With more young people around, the group of tough women were too embarrassed to cause trouble anymore, so such incidents rarely occurred after the processing plant was established.

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