"Is your information reliable?" Zhou Yian was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and thought of the child she rescued near the county hospital not long ago.

At the beginning, Zhou Yian met Wu Mei several times and talked about things. Wu Mei even took her to visit someone she knew at the factory there.

But after he became busy, Zhou Yian met Wu Mei less and less.

I didn't expect that there would be such a fate now.

But it is true that Zhou Yian felt at the beginning that it was quite unreasonable for such a small place to have two steel mills. Now it seems that they are also for relocation.

I just don't know how her family is doing now.

"You still don't believe me?" Hu Jiangjiang said unconvincedly, "I overheard this. We'll know the truth in a couple of days anyway."

Normally, Zhou Yian didn't really trust Hu Jiangjiang, but now seeing her so confident, he began to believe her a little.

"I believe you, I believe you." Zhou Yian said with a smile. Is it necessary to be so excited?

If this is true, it's actually not bad. When the factory has more people, it might develop better.

But what Zhou Yian and Song Songbai didn't expect was that after a while, in addition to Wu Mei's family, the factory move also brought someone they knew.

"Zhou Zhiqing, long time no see." Zhang Pengyue was a little surprised to see Zhou Yian in the factory. In his impression, Zhou Yian seemed to be an educated youth working in Gejiazhuang. He didn't expect to see him here this time.

Zhou Yian was also quite surprised. She knew that Zhang Pengyue had a good job after his demobilization, but it was impossible for Zhou Yian to find out which factory it was.

I didn't expect to see it in this factory now.

"Long time no see," Zhou Yian replied. It had indeed been a long time since they last met. Zhou Yian had occasionally found time to visit Uncle Zhang, but at that time, Zhang Pengyue had hardly ever seen him.

Now that I think about it, it seems like it has been a long time since we last met, and the company commander's appearance is a little vague in my mind.

Looking back now, I still don’t understand why they haven’t gotten married yet. She is almost annoyed by Uncle Zhang’s nagging in her ears.

This may be the reason why Zhang Pengyue rarely goes back to see Uncle Zhang.

After the questioning, Zhang Pengyue didn't know what to say. Today's chat was just a rare encounter with someone he knew in the new factory, so he came forward to say a few more words.

Zhou Yian continued to ask, "Comrade Zhang, are you on patrol?"

It looks like this.

"Yes." Zhang Pengyue nodded.

Zhou Yian said, "Comrade Zhang has worked hard. You have played your part in protecting the safety of the factory. We will not disturb Comrade Zhang and go back to his work."

Zhang Pengyue nodded. Although Zhou Yian looked the same as before, the overall feeling seemed different. He couldn't tell what was different, but that was the feeling.

But the change seemed to have nothing to do with him, so he walked away with a sigh.

Zhou Yian also discussed this matter with Song Songbai. When talking about Zhang Pengyue, he said, "I didn't expect that Comrade Zhang used to work as a security guard in the steel plant. Now he seems to be in charge and his work is pretty good."

"Yeah." Song Songbai listened to this and nodded reluctantly.

"I feel that retired soldiers doing these jobs should feel quite safe." Zhou Yian really thinks so. Compared with some civilian militiamen, professional soldiers are definitely more powerful.

Song Songbai didn't want to hear her say this, but he couldn't show it too much, so he changed the subject, "My brother seems to be in a better mood today."

As expected, Zhou Yian's attention was diverted when she heard this. Her temper is getting more and more stubborn as she grows older. At first, she just cried a few times, and as her mother, Zhou Yian tolerated her crying even though it was a bit unpleasant. But now, she has more problems.

Babies who are two or three months old have increasingly bad tempers. Now they even get upset if the temperature of the milk powder is a little high or a little low.

Sometimes when Zhou Yian got angry, he would think about the brat and not bother to pay attention to him, but at the same time he had to feed him water in the bowl.

After all, Zhou Yian basically feeds her child with milk powder because of work. Sometimes she worries that the milk powder is not nutritious enough, so she uses the water in the bowl to make up for it. After all, Zhou Yian has experienced it personally, and it is good for health.

It even has the effect of beautifying and nourishing the skin. Zhou Yian doesn’t know whether it is because she did a good job during the confinement period or because of the water, but overall she says that her skin seems to be better.

Zhou Yian felt that it would be great if she could save the effort of taking care of her skin. Sometimes it was tiring to fiddle with her face and skin.

"Is it better to be real or fake?" Zhou Yian asked.

"That's great." Song Songbai said affirmatively, "Now he's willing to drink milk powder even if the temperature is a little lower."

I hope so.

Zhou Yian didn't feed her brother very often because his brother was too difficult to deal with, so she basically asked Aunt Xue, who was more skilled, to feed him. Zhou Yian usually just helped to soak the soup, which was just enough time to smuggle some in.

Zhou Yian actually fed her brother more. She fed her brother alone, and the other two fed her younger brother together.

So now that Song Songbai said this, Zhou Yian believed it. "That's good. I was worried that his temper would get worse and worse in the future. Now it seems that there is still hope that his temper will improve."

Song Songbai smiled. Her worries were indeed not groundless. After all, Song Songbai himself felt that his brother's temper was like An An's, very stubborn. But this matter definitely could not be told to others, as it would easily make him angry.

But these are all minor matters. There is another important matter. Even if An An is about to get angry, Song Songbai still has to say, "They are both our children. We must treat them equally. Even if the younger brother does have a bad temper, we cannot be partial to him."

Zhou Yian rarely saw Song Songbai speak so seriously, and he couldn't help but become serious as well. He explained, "I definitely won't do that. Don't worry, I'll treat everyone the same."

Zhou Yian also remembered this point. She herself had been treated biasedly and knew that feeling. She would not treat her own children in the same way. "But you're right, we shouldn't mention his bad temper in the future."

Zhou Yian also felt that he had done something wrong in this matter. Children always have good and bad tempers, and he should not always compare this matter with his brother. Although he is still young, he will grow up slowly. If the two of them keep saying this, it may cause certain problems to the child.

Zhou Yian suddenly thought of this point during the conversation just now.

Song Songbai thought it made sense, "No one should talk about it anymore."

Zhou Yian has no memory of his childhood, and he doesn’t know whether children today can hear these words, but he is not sure whether they can hear them now.

When Zhou Yian expressed his suspicion, Song Songbai felt that it was somewhat reliable. After all, in his heart, she was indeed like An An, so it was normal to need to be touched in a smooth manner.