After the autumn harvest, everyone in Huangjia Village focused their energy on the pickled vegetable workshop.
One reason was that George's order was due for delivery soon, and the other was that Huangjia Village had already started buying vegetables from other villages in the brigade.
For various reasons, the pickled vegetable workshop has been extremely busy lately. In particular, Grandma Huang and her colleagues are practically always at the workshop, except for eating and sleeping.
Since no one was home to take care of him, Dun Dun entertained himself in the workshop every day, or watched Song Mincheng calculate costs and accounts.
"One, five, three, two, three."
Dun Dun lay on the low table where Song Mincheng was doing the accounting, muttering to himself the numbers he knew.
Although Song Mincheng didn't know whose child Dundun was, he liked Dundun quite a bit, partly because Dundun was good-looking.
Another reason is that among all the children who came to the pickled vegetable workshop, only Dun Dun didn't touch his account book and papers.
Song Mincheng looked down at Dundun, who was earnestly reciting numbers, and jokingly asked, "You can count? What's your name?"
Dundun nodded vigorously, proudly puffed out his chest and little belly, and replied, "My name is Dundun~ I can count!"
"That's amazing! How old are you? What numbers do you know? Did your parents teach you?"
When Song Mincheng saw Dundun sticking out her belly in front of him, he couldn't help but reach out and touch it.
I must say, the fat on Dundun's belly is quite firm; it's clearly the result of hard work and no exaggeration.
When Dun Dun heard someone ask him how old he was, he reflexively raised five fingers. Just as he was about to answer, he realized that he should have raised four fingers.
So he stretched out his right hand, pressed down his left thumb, and then loudly replied, "Dundun is four years old this year!"
"DunDun knows so many numbers! One cent, two cents, three candies, five cents, he knows them all!"
"It wasn't Mom and Dad who taught Dundun, it was his aunt who taught him~ My aunt is so pretty~"
When Song Mincheng heard Dun Dun say that the numbers he knew were followed by either money or candy, he could already guess how Dun Dun's aunt had taught him.
Song Mincheng could tell from Dun Dun's 'robust' physique that Dun Dun must love to eat.
He took a piece of candy out of his pocket and handed it to Dundun: "Dundun, I'll give you a piece of candy. How about you learn the numbers one to ten with me?"
Song Mincheng has finished checking all the accounts in the past few days. He had mentioned before that he wanted to help write the labels, but the workshop was only able to do so because villagers from Huangjia Village would occasionally deliver vegetables to it.
He was responsible for recording the payments made, so he could only sit at this small table and, when he had nothing to do, just stare blankly.
Now that he saw Dundun coming over, he was extremely bored and wanted to teach Dundun something to pass the time.
He thought Dundun would definitely not refuse, because in the village, let alone children, even adults might not be able to refuse.
But Dun Dun refused.
"Oh no!"
Dun Dun spoke in a soft tone, but his words were cold.
Song Mincheng was dumbfounded, not understanding why Dundun would refuse: "Why not? Does Dundun not like sweets?"
I like it!
"But...but my aunt and uncle said we can't eat candy from strangers!"
Dun Dun is a good boy. Although he also likes to eat candy, Huang Qinqin and the others repeatedly emphasized that he should not eat candy from strangers, so even if he really wants to eat it, he will not take it.
"Oh, I see. Dun Dun is so great. He remembers what the adults say."
Song Mincheng originally intended to let it go, but then he suddenly noticed a loophole in Dundun's words and had a very outrageous guess in his mind.
He had brought a bag of cookies with him, and there were still a few left. Holding the cookies, he tentatively said to Dundun, "How about I treat you to some cookies, and you learn to count with me?"
DunDun tilted his head, looked at the cookie, thought seriously for a moment, and then answered crisply, "Okay~"
really!
Song Mincheng, both amused and exasperated, handed the biscuit to Dundun: "Dundun, didn't you say your aunt wouldn't let you eat food from strangers?"
"So why are you willing now?"
Although Song Mincheng had probably already guessed it, he still wanted to hear Dun Dun say it himself.
Dundun frowned and looked at Song Mincheng with a "you're so silly" expression: "Auntie said I can't eat candy from strangers, but I didn't eat any."
"This is a cookie~ Silly brother!"
The reason Dun Dun gave was exactly the same as what Song Mincheng had guessed. He picked Dun Dun up and planned to teach him to recognize numbers after he finished eating the cookies.
I secretly made a mental note of it. When I see Dundun's family later, I must remind them that they should teach Dundun not to eat anything given to him by strangers.
......
After arriving at the department store this morning, Manager Gao called Huang Qinqin to his office to check on the order's progress.
"Qinqin, there are only a few days left until the delivery deadline. Have the goods from Huangjia Village and Xujia Village been delivered yet?"
Manager Gao went to a meeting in the provincial capital a few days ago and only returned last night.
During this meeting, the city leaders and Manager Gao were the ones who stole the show.
Because in the entire province, only the department store led by Manager Gao successfully secured orders, and more than one order.
The transaction amount and profit of the orders are very large, which has helped to some extent in the current situation of foreign exchange shortage at home and abroad.
Even the top leaders praised them verbally after they found out.
But because of this, all the cities in the province are paying close attention to their deal with George. Their department store has to be absolutely perfect in this matter, and there can be no unexpected incidents.
Even though Huang Qinqin was unaware that other places were paying attention to their department store, she was very concerned about this order.
"The pickled vegetables from Huangjia Village were delivered the day before yesterday. Since the pickled vegetables are packaged in glass jars, I privately communicated with Huangjia Village and asked them to send an extra hundred jars."
"To avoid situations where some of the pickled vegetables are damaged during transport to the United States, resulting in insufficient delivery."
"As for Xujia Village, I went there yesterday to inquire, and they said the goods could be delivered today. A truck was already arranged to go and transport the goods this morning."
Manager Gao nodded in satisfaction. This was what he appreciated most about Huang Qinqin; no matter what he entrusted to her, there were basically no problems.
"Okay, keep a close eye on the goods from Xujia Village and see when they arrive. Once you've confirmed that the quantity and quality are fine, ship them as soon as possible."
"If all goes well, something great might happen to our department store soon."
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