Chapter 501 Factory Opening

Following the people in line, he slowly walked to the front.

In less than half an hour, it was Fang Xinquan's turn.

Sister Yang didn't see the other party talking for a long time, looked up at Fang Xinquan, and pointed to the registration form in front of him, "Comrade! Just fill in your name and age here."

Fang Xinquan hesitated, picked up a pen, and wrote his name and age on the paper, "My leg was injured, and now it's not very convenient to walk." Since he signed up, he naturally had to tell the other party his true situation.

Sister Yang heard this and shook her head indifferently, "It's okay, our factory recruits everyone, as long as you are willing to come."

"Thank you!" Fang Xinquan thanked him and turned to walk towards home. Although the other party said so, he did not hold out much hope.

Ling Yao walked out of the factory, thought about it, and walked towards the village not far away.

Walking into the village, you can see from a distance that there are many people gathered in the threshing ground. They are queuing up to sign up. With a slight smile on her lips, Ling Yao walked towards that direction.

The wives of soldiers were registering the villagers. Most of the villagers here are illiterate.

"Comrade! I can't see, can I sign up?" A middle-aged man came to the registration office with the help of his family and asked Sister Yang who was in charge of the registration.

Sister Yang looked up at the other party, hesitated for a while, and nodded, "Okay." Since Sister Ling Yao said that the disabled people should be given priority, she would just do it.

After helping the villagers register their information, Yang Saozi was about to help the next villager register. She caught a glimpse of Ling Yao coming over. Yang Saozi turned around and smiled at Ling Yao, "Sister Ling Yao, you are here!"

Ling Yao smiled and nodded, walked to Yang Saozi's side, and looked at the registration form on the table.

"Almost everyone has registered, only these people are left." Yang Saozi handed the registered form to Ling Yao, "Take a look, I have marked all the disabled people."

Ling Yao nodded and took it, carefully looked at the form, and nodded with satisfaction, "Thank you for your hard work, Yang Saozi, this form is very well done." Unexpectedly, there are more than 20 disabled people in these villages.

Mrs. Yang smiled indifferently, "By the way, one of them is not disabled, he was injured and was in the army before." She actually knew Fang Xinquan. She had just arrived at the family compound and met Fang Xinquan once.

Fang Xinquan was a soldier who was good in all aspects. If he had not been injured and retired, his achievements would definitely not be low.

When she saw Fang Xinquan just now, she almost didn't recognize him. In just a few years, Fang Xinquan's face no longer had the vigor and vitality of the past. The whole person was like a pool of stagnant water, lifeless. But she could understand it.

"Who is it?" Ling Yao asked.

"His name is Fang Xinquan. He was also in our military region before. He was injured during a mission and retired." Mrs. Yang sighed with regret, "If he hadn't been injured, his current position would definitely not be lower than that of a battalion commander." Her husband had expressed pity for Fang Xinquan more than once.

Ling Yao nodded. She also felt sorry for Fang Xinquan.

After staying in the village for a while, Ma Tianyuan sent someone to find her and said that the machine had been transported to the factory and asked her to go and take a look.

Ling Yao immediately rushed over and saw the workers moving the machine down from the car.

On the side, Ma Tianyuan and a middle-aged man were studying the drawings and walked over.

"Boss! You are here." Ma Tianyuan and the middle-aged man saw Ling Yao and smiled at her.

Ling Yao nodded slightly, walked to the two of them, and looked at the drawings in their hands.

"Is there something wrong here?" Ling Yao quickly found the error on the drawing, and she pointed at the drawing.

The middle-aged man looked in the direction of Ling Yao's finger, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "Boss! You are so amazing, you can see the problem with the drawing at a glance." He was just studying the drawings with Ma Tianyuan, and although he always felt that there was something wrong with the drawings, he couldn't find it.

This batch of machines was introduced from abroad by President Zhao, and the markings on the drawings were all in foreign languages. President Zhao also found professionals to translate the foreign languages ​​on the drawings into Chinese, but he didn't expect that some errors still appeared. Fortunately, the boss was very good and spotted the mistake at a glance, otherwise it would be troublesome to install the machine.

After the workers moved the parts of the machine into the workshop, Ling Yao and everyone else started to install the machine.

Time passed unknowingly. After a night of debugging, the machines in the factory started running early the next morning. Listening to the rumbling sound of the machines, Ling Yao and everyone else smiled happily.

"In the afternoon, we can start trial production." Ma Tianyuan said happily. But he was also a little reluctant in his heart. He had followed Ling Yao these days and learned a lot. Now that the factory has been built, it's time for him to leave. He didn't know if he would have the opportunity to follow the boss again in the future.

"Yeah." Ling Yao smiled as she looked at the machine in front of her. Time flies! In three days she will leave Sichuan and return to Beijing, and she and Qingyun will be separated again.

Fang Xinquan put the woven bamboo basket aside, picked up new bamboo strips and started weaving. Hearing the sound of firecrackers outside, he knew that the factory was open for business.

His expression did not fluctuate at all, and he continued weaving. Anyway, he did not hold out much hope of being able to work in the factory.

Heizi walked in and saw Fang Xinquan weaving bamboo baskets. "Brother Daquan, why are you still weaving bamboo baskets? The factory is open. Let's go to the factory."

Fang Xinquan looked up at Heizi and said, "I won't go. You go by yourself."

"What are you talking about? The factory has notified everyone who has registered to go to work in the factory today."

Heizi saw that Fang Xinquan was still motionless, so he walked forward, took his hand and walked out. "Let's go. Just go and join in the fun."

Fang Xinquan could only helplessly follow Heizi in the direction of the factory.

Above the factory, the sound of firecrackers rose and fell, and the sound was deafening, shrouding the entire factory area in a festive atmosphere.

Today, all the villagers and military families who had registered or not registered gathered here.

Some of them were talking to each other with smiles, their faces showing expectations for the future, and some of them were curious and walked into the workshop, wanting to see how the machine worked.

Ling Yao was chatting with Yang Saozi and a few others.

Yang Saozi's eyes suddenly lit up and she pointed in a direction of the crowd, "Look, Ling Yao, he is Fang Xinquan."

Ling Yao looked in the direction of her finger and saw a man wearing a dark blue sweatshirt and army green pants standing there. He was tall and had a somewhat haggard face. Although he had a limp, he still stood straight.