Chapter 47

Although she couldn't refuse his enthusiasm, Liang Meixiang still insisted on going with him to a nearby relative's house.

Li Dajuan was holding a basin filled with his grandson's clean diapers. He readily agreed to her request, "It's fine to leave the car here. I'll have my husband, Old Song, fix it for you later. By the way, come over for lunch. We're having chicken soup for lunch. I asked you several times before, but you didn't come."

She used her connections to find the hens from the countryside.

Liang Meixiang also said, "I was too busy before, so I decided to come over at noon this time."

At this point, Li Dajuan noticed the young man waiting under a tree in the distance. She felt vaguely that the face was familiar, but she couldn't place it. "Who is that?"

Liang Meixiang looked in the direction she pointed and smiled, "He's a good comrade who enjoys helping others."

Lu Qin didn't look around, but he vaguely felt that they were looking at him. He waved at them from a distance, but his gaze lingered on the strange woman's face for a moment longer.

The two of them smiled back subconsciously. Liang Meixiang said, "Okay, you go to work. I'm going to be late too, so I won't bother you anymore."

"Okay!" Li Dajuan was also straightforward. At this time, her grandson in the house was crying again. She was both worried and happy.

Li Dajuan turned around and went in. She picked up her grandson and found that the diaper behind his butt was dirty. She put him down and coaxed him, "Oh, the milk is here, don't cry, don't cry."

She had just changed her grandson's diaper and handed him over to her daughter-in-law to feed him. When her grandson was eating breast milk relishingly, she shuddered and suddenly remembered why he felt familiar.

Isn't this young man the one who sold her the old hen before? She still remembers how sad he looked at that time. And after eating the old hen soup, her daughter-in-law had milk. He is really enthusiastic!

If she had remembered this earlier, she would have called her.

After she entered the house, Lu Qin felt his nose itchy at the door. He sat on his bicycle with one foot on the ground and said, "Director, come on up."

Liang Meixiang was not one to hesitate, "Then I'll have to trouble Comrade Xiao Lu!"

Lu Qin gripped the handlebars with both hands, leaned forward, and stepped on the bike. "No problem, Director, hold on tight."

"Hold on tight."

As he finished speaking, the bicycle moved forward smoothly, and the cloth bag on the handlebars swayed. In it, besides an enamel cup, there was also a lunch box that his brother-in-law had found from somewhere and stuffed into his hand. The two of them bumped into each other.

Liang Meixiang has lived for more than 40 years, but this is the first time she has ridden a bicycle ridden by a man. She couldn't afford it when she was young. There was no such good means of transportation in that era. When she got older, she and the men in her family each had their own bicycle and rode their own.

Liang Meixiang smiled and raised her voice, like an ordinary elder, "Comrade Xiao Lu, how is your work? Are you used to it?"

Lu Qin's hair blew up, revealing his fair and handsome face. He squinted his eyes against the wind. Hearing the question behind him, he said, "Not bad. I have to thank the director for giving me this opportunity. The colleagues in the packaging room are also very enthusiastic, and the leadership is very responsible."

When he said this, he deliberately slowed down his voice so that she could hear clearly.

Praise everything that can be praised.

Liang Meixiang was happy to hear this, which showed that she had made good arrangements. "That's fine! If you have any difficulties or needs, just tell me."

"Okay, thank you, Director."

Liang Meixiang likes such straightforward children who are efficient and open in doing things.

For the rest of the journey, she didn't feel the bumps at all while sitting in the back, because whenever they came to a bumpy place, he would slow down or take a detour.

Liang Meixiang's favorable impression of him grew rapidly.

"By the way, Comrade Xiao Lu, I didn't have time to chat with you before because there were so many people. Your performance was quite good."

"Then I have to thank the director for the compliments on behalf of the guys in charge of the performance." Lu Qin's voice was devoid of pride, revealing only the ordinary joy one would feel upon hearing compliments. "I just hope our work can serve as a warning to our comrades in Laiyang County! Don't let Director Zhang of the County Revolutionary Committee down."

"Comrade Lu, you are too modest." The only mission Liang Meixiang could recall now was involving two people, a young female comrade, and Lu Qin.

But after hearing the last sentence, she seemed to ask casually, "Director Zhang..."

Lu Qinwei turned around and explained to her naturally, "Ah, he is the director of the County Revolutionary Committee. That's how I heard him introduce him."

"Yeah"

People like Liang Meixiang, although they hold relatively high positions in the factory, cannot reach the power level of the government.

Lu Qin pedaled his bike vigorously, his heartfelt emotion radiating from his chest. "Yes, and Director Zhang and the others are just as attentive and enthusiastic as you are. They really care about us, the comrades participating in the performance, in every way."

All aspects are undoubtedly life and work.

Liang Meixiang sat in the back and could faintly smell a faint fragrance.

After listening to him talk about Director Zhang of the Revolutionary Committee, she suddenly wondered if he was being wasted. She kept thinking about this question.

Lu Qin rode his bicycle, acted sensible, and didn't continue to try to find a topic.

As soon as he arrived at the factory gate, there were suddenly more people around, so Lu Qin slowed down.

Liang Meixiang called out to him, "Alright, Comrade Xiao Lu, let's stop here."

Lu Qin agreed, pulled over to the side of the road, braked in time, and turned to remind her, "Director, please slow down."

Liang Meixiang said she was the production scheduling team leader, but her position was equivalent to that of a director, and she received a director-level salary.

Liang Meixiang got out of the car, tugged at her gray coat with both hands, stood up straight, observed his expression and said, "Thank you, Comrade Xiao Lu."

Otherwise she would have had to walk here today.

Lu Qin's eyes lit up, and he answered her with much more enthusiasm, "You're welcome. I'm serving the people."

It was rare that he didn't ask for anything because of this matter, and his tone was frank, as if it was really an ordinary thing.

Liang Meixiang smiled at him, waved and went in.

After she entered the factory, she turned around and went to the other side to tell him that her husband would not be eating in the factory at noon, and they chatted about other things.

Lu Qin parked his bicycle at the edge of the wall.

"Good morning, Comrade Lu." Qian Ming greeted breathlessly at the door.

Lu Qin smiled and replied, "Good morning, Comrade Qian."

"Comrade Lu, you also came here on foot, I almost missed you." Qian Ming turned his head and asked him.

Lu Qin quickly put on his clothes at the door. "It's okay. I'm just walking to exercise. I just rode my bike to work today."

Walking all the way inside, Lu Qin met several familiar faces and greeted them one by one, "Good morning, Aunt Niu!"

"Good morning, Sister Zhang!"

"Hey! Good morning, Comrade Xiao Lu."

The two people she called were the aunts who were busy on both sides of his row yesterday.

He is familiar with almost everyone around here, but I don't see the others at the moment, otherwise he could have greeted them all.

Being able to be invited by her, the aunts were extremely happy despite the envious looks from others.

The woman comrade called Aunt Niu joked, "Comrade Xiao Lu, let's have a competition today to see who's more powerful."

Lu Qin's hands subconsciously turned sour. He waved his hands and said, "Aunt Niu, how can I compare to you? You have many years of experience. How can I compare to you? And I heard that you are an outstanding employee in the factory."

He is not stupid, nor is he slacking off. Instead, he has already produced the maximum amount of work within the corresponding time, so there is no need to squeeze himself for meaningless fame.

The topic changed immediately. Aunt Niu smiled and said it was nothing, and then passed on the experience of excellent employees to him.

Only after he had a lot to say did Lu Qin have the chance to leave.

The aroma of biscuits once again filled the factory.

Lu Qinbenqin sighed as he had to face such boring homework again.

There was a break in the middle. He said hello to a few aunts and said he was thirsty. He undressed and walked out. The kettle at the door was already out of water.

He picked up both pots and went straight to the hot water room.

Someone noticed Lu Qin's actions and praised him, "Comrade Lu is really enthusiastic."

In this era, it didn’t matter whether the drinking water was filtered or not. After boiling, the remaining water could be distributed to factory workers for bathing.

As Lu Qin entered the room, he was hit by a wave of heat. In the middle of the hot water room, he saw a large silver boiler that was about two-thirds the height of the house. Firewood was piled up in the corners on both sides, and an old man was in charge of lighting the fire.

The old man who was burning the fire heard the noise, picked up the towel on his shoulders and wiped the sweat off his face. He didn't even look at the person who came and said, "It's not time yet, why are you here to fetch water so early?"

It's not laziness, is it?

Lu Qin, who just wanted to go out for a stroll, said, "Hello, uncle, I ate too much salt this morning."

The old man glanced at the newcomer, and when his eyes fell on his face, he was stunned for a moment. "Okay, wait a little longer."

Lu Qin noticed out of the corner of his eye that there was a stool nearby, so he calmly moved the stool and sat next to him, as if he was on vacation.

The old man looked at him curiously, and saw that the man stretched out his legs and sat there watching, pounding his arms from time to time.

Seeing him looking at him, Lu Qin smiled at him.

The old man opened his mouth, wanting to remind him that he could go back to work first.

Lu Qin noticed something and gave a thumbs up, "Master, this is your fire-making skills!"

The old man swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

Lu Qin also noticed a few pots near the door, labeled with the Propaganda Department's logo. Some things are truly coincidental.

"The water is ready!"

There was no gurgling sound coming from the pot, and Lu Qin didn't know how he judged it.

Lu Qin carried the kettle over and filled it with water. After plugging it in, he pointed to the kettle next to him and said, "Uncle, let me fill that kettle for you and send it to the Propaganda Department."

"Okay! If you don't want to take it, I'll send it back."

The men are easy to recognize, and no one dares to covet the things in the factory.

Section Chief Zhao was having a headache thinking about the manuscript. He noticed a figure at the door from the corner of his eye. He turned his eyes and felt that the person looked familiar. "This comrade..."

Lu Qin was also a little surprised. "Hello, Chief! This is the kettle from your publicity department. Look where I put it."

Section Chief Zhao looked over and confirmed that it was their pot. His brows relaxed as he saw that he was carrying three pots by himself. "Let me do it."

"No, no, the water isn't heavy, I can carry it. Chief, where do you think I should put it?"

Lu Qin looked at him with a questioning look in his eyes.

"Okay, bring it in."

"Okay." So Lu Qin put down the water, said goodbye and turned to leave.

Section Chief Zhao watched his back disappear, then sat down and continued to work.