"Because of the pickled vegetable workshop."
Grandma Huang put Pingping back on the bed, then sat down next to Huang Qinqin and patted her hand.
"Ever since you helped the village set up a pickled vegetable workshop, all the villagers in Huangjia Village have received an additional dividend."
"In the first dividend alone, we each received more than 30 yuan, including people as big as Kang Kang."
"And because I contributed my technology as equity, I even received an extra hundred yuan."
"The village chief said that every dividend distribution will be like this from now on. He has already reported it to the higher-ups. This dividend is for me separately."
"It's like, Qinqin, you've found a golden goose for Grandma. We originally wanted to give you this share of the profits directly."
"But then we considered that your uncle and the others also knew about this dividend, so it wasn't appropriate to give it all to you."
"So your grandfather and I thought about it a lot and decided to leave these things to you."
"Don't feel burdened, or feel that you've taken more of Grandma's things than your brothers."
“Think of it this way: we’ve earned several hundred yuan more a year because of the pickled vegetable workshop. In a few years, that will have already offset the difference, don’t you think?”
Huang Qinqin clutched the gold bar in her hand, nestled in her grandmother's arms, and said in a tearful voice, "Grandma, thank you."
Grandma Huang gently wiped away Huang Qinqin's tears, looking at her lovingly: "Silly child, why are you crying?"
"Your dad will think your grandpa and I are bullying you soon. Don't cry. You're a mother now. If you cry, Ping An and An An will laugh at you."
"Ping An An is still so young, how could she laugh at me?"
Despite saying that, Huang Qinqin still tried her best to adjust her emotions and stop crying.
After all, the Fang and Mu families will be coming over soon, and they might misunderstand.
If people think Huang Qinqin cried because the Xu family treated her badly, then that's a huge misunderstanding.
Knock knock knock
"Qinqin, may we come in?"
"Director Fang and the others have arrived. Nuonuo and Chuchu brought gifts for Ping An and An, and want to come in and see you."
"It's convenient, Mom, just wait a moment!"
Huang Qinqin asked her grandmother to check if she looked normal and if she could tell that she had been crying.
Only after confirming that there were no problems were Xu Junhui allowed to open the door.
The first thing Fang Chuchu said after leading Nuonuo in made Huang Qinqin both laugh and cry.
"My goodness, Qinqin, you don't look like you've just given birth at all! You look even more beautiful and radiant than before you had the baby!"
"I'm so envious! Your actions are making me want to have a baby too."
"Pfft!"
"No one would want to have a child because of this."
Huang Qinqin smiled and shook her head, explaining, "Besides, my improved mental state has nothing to do with having a baby."
"It's mainly because I don't have to go to work now."
"If you don't have to go to work, you don't have to do any work, and you just eat and sleep all day long, it would be abnormal if you weren't in good spirits."
Fang Chuchu collapsed upon hearing Huang Qinqin's words.
She asked tearfully, "Don't even mention it. Ever since you took a break, Uncle Gao has had me take over your work."
“When I watched you do it before, I didn’t realize how hard you were working.”
"But when I did it myself, I realized how hard you had worked before."
Fang Chuchu used to think that Huang Qinqin didn't have many responsibilities.
The hardest part was going to Huangjia Village, the food factory, or the oil press to tell them what the department store wanted and how much.
But when Fang Chuchu tried to do it herself, she realized how complicated something that sounded so simple actually was.
For example, telling other factories how much of their goods the department store needs.
It sounds simple; it's just a matter of running an errand.
But in reality, simply determining how much merchandise a department store actually needs is an extremely difficult task.
In all this time, Fang Chuchu has only added goods twice, and both times she made a mistake.
The first time, Fang Chuchu misjudged the situation and stockpiled too much inventory.
The second time, Fang Chuchu decided to learn from her first experience and prepare less.
As a result, she forgot that it was close to the Chinese New Year and many people would stock up on goods, so she hadn't prepared enough.
Fortunately, a few days ago, Village Chief Huang came to the department store and asked if they could deliver more goods at once.
They wanted the villagers to have a few more days of rest during the Lunar New Year.
This saved the department store from its precarious inventory.
This also saved Fang Chuchu from disaster.
Otherwise, Fang Chuchu felt she would be scolded by Manager Gao until she couldn't even lift her head.
"It's alright, practice makes perfect."
Perhaps it's because Huang Qinqin followed up on these projects from scratch, so she has a good understanding of them.
Therefore, she is quite adept at deciding when and how much stock to order.
Fang Chuchu waved her hand: "Forget it, let's not talk about work on such a happy day."
"Ta-da!"
Fang Chuchu picked up Nuonuo and had Nuonuo hand the doll in her hand to Huang Qinqin.
"Qinqin, look, these are little gifts that Nuonuo and I prepared for the babies."
"Isn't it beautiful?"
Huang Qinqin looked at the little sheep doll that Nuonuo handed her, a hint of amazement flashing in her eyes.
"Did you make this yourselves? It looks beautiful!"
The lamb plush toy is only slightly larger than an adult man's palm.
But every detail is handled perfectly, making you want to touch it.
The sheep's mouth is slightly upturned, as if it's smiling at you, which makes you feel happy.
Its ears are small and delicate, standing upright on its head, making it look very playful and cute. Although it might not have been possible to achieve this level of detail with the technology of the 1960s, it's a novel, so a little exaggeration is probably normal, right? \(^o^)/~ The person who made this doll probably considered that it was made for children.
Therefore, compared to a real sheep, this plush toy appears softer and is more suitable for children.
Hearing Huang Qinqin say it looked good, Fang Chuchu happily gave Nuonuo a high five.
"Yay!"
"It wasn't us who did it, no, it's still something we did ourselves."
Huang Qinqin: ? ? ?
Huang Qinqin tried to analyze what she meant by her words.
"Did you do this with someone else?"
"No, it was Lin Xiaoya, who was staying at our house, who did it."
Fang Chuchu explained, "She hasn't left the house since she moved in."
"But Nuonuo and she get along quite well. A few days ago I saw that she made a little sheep doll for Nuonuo."
"I thought it looked really good when I saw it, so I paid her to make two more for me."
“I originally planned to give it to Ping An An during the Chinese New Year, but it happened to be the baby’s full moon, so I brought it over early.”
Huang Qinqin was somewhat surprised. Was Lin Xiaoya's hand really that skillful?
"So, she made both of these dolls by herself in just a few days?"
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