When he got home, Qin Jingru was already waiting for him.
When she saw him return, she rushed over and gave him a hug and a kiss.
I don't know which unscrupulous Qin Mouru taught her, but in any case, the Empress has quite a few tricks up her sleeve.
After a moment of intimacy, Wang Shouren lifted the cloth bag in his hand.
Qin Jingru's eyes followed it; "What is this?"
After saying that, he eagerly took it and opened it.
"Oh?!" she exclaimed, then quickly covered her mouth, looking just like a little rabbit who was afraid of being found out for sneaking a bite.
"Meat?! Where did it come from?"
Although Wang Shouren had brought a pig's hind leg as a marriage proposal, in those days, for ordinary families, eating meat twice a year was already considered a stroke of good fortune. Wang Shouren bringing a whole bag of meat at once was quite a surprise to her.
“We were lucky. I told you I was on a business trip the other day. The factory manager at the machinery plant got a few wild goats and a wild boar. We couldn’t divide the goat meat, so we got to share the boar meat. There are 8 jin of meat and 5 jin of offal. Oh, by the way, Uncle San is coming over in a bit, cut him a jin.”
"Huh? Why?" Her little money-grubber instincts kicked in, and she tightened her grip on the bag.
"Don't worry, I bought this stuff for 60 cents a pound and sold it for two dollars."
"I'll go right away..."
Wang Shouren was both amused and exasperated: "Don't be in such a hurry."
"It's okay! It's only one dollar and forty cents!"
Under Wang Shouren's tutelage, the little money-grubber has started reading, and his sensitivity to numbers is simply amazing.
He could process all kinds of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, even multi-digit numbers, in an instant. Wang Shouren even thought that this money-grubber might be able to go to school in the future?
The little money-grubber was chattering excitedly.
One moment he was happy because he had earned four dollars, and the next he was happy because he saw the wild boar meat in the kitchen.
Actually, wild boar meat isn't very tasty; it's quite gamey and Wang Shouren doesn't like it. But these days, there's really not much meat. His own system is also unreliable, failing to develop any farming space. So he can only watch helplessly. In truth, if he really let loose, he wouldn't have trouble getting some wild boar meat. But in this era, stability is paramount; stability is more important than anything else.
The little money-grubber's excitement continued into the night, and it didn't stop even when Qin Huairu secretly came to his door.
He even pulled Wang Shouren aside and started telling him about the tens of thousands of ways to cook pork.
She was startled to find her older cousin standing at the head of the bed, looking at her leisurely.
"Sis, what are you doing here?"
"What do you think?" Qin Huairu rolled her eyes.
"Hehe, come on then." The little money-grubber wasn't ashamed at all.
Ever since Wang Shouren dragged her to play Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game), this girl has fallen in love with the feeling.
The three of them were sitting on the bed playing Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game), and they even had time to chat while playing.
"Sister, you don't know, today, Brother Shouren brought back such a big bag of wild boar meat."
"Hmm... um, how much?" Qin Huairu glared at Wang Shouren resentfully.
"It's over ten pounds. Brother Shouren said he wanted to eat with you. When are you coming? Hmm, let's make dumplings tomorrow. I'll save some for you to come over tonight. You eat it all yourself, don't give it to Banggeng. I don't like that little guy. Hmm, sis, what are you doing..."
"How can you talk about someone's child like that in front of their mother?" Qin Huairu said irritably.
"Fine, fine, I won't tell you. You do it yourself. Three of a kind!"
"A royal flush!"
"No, Brother Shouren, you just threw three, how could you..." The little money-grubber's face turned bright red in an extremely rapid manner.
Qin Huairu covered her mouth and chuckled, saying gloatingly, "Serves you right for being so smug. Now you know you were wrong, don't you?"
"Sister, we're on the same side, don't forget that." Qin Jingru's voice trembled slightly as she threatened fiercely, "If you don't come to help me, you'll know you're wrong in a moment."
Qin Huairu seemed to remember something, and her body trembled uncontrollably. She knew how ruthless this girl was in her desire for revenge, and she quickly joined the fray.
With a bright moon and few stars, it's the perfect time to play cards.
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The workshops in the machine shop are much more complex than those in the steel rolling mill.
In steel rolling mills, most of the heavy lifting is done by machines. What's left is only a semi-finished product, made according to blueprints. Besides, these days there's no such thing as standardization; everything is done piece by piece. Just don't go too far off the mark.
A machine shop won't do; machine tools involve many production steps.
This means that adjusting the workstations cannot simply be based on whether the experienced worker finds it convenient or not.
Some complex tasks may require one person to work for several days, while some simple tasks can be completed in a single day, equivalent to the work of several machine tools.
Wang Shouren's goal was to break down these complex issues, but not in a completely fragmented way, leaving room for them to further strengthen them. In that case, the conflict would no longer be his.
Even if he later took the blame, it doesn't matter. He's already gone anyway.
I gradually became more and more adept at cooperating with Director Huang.
Director Huang is now more like a mascot. Whenever a worker is unwilling to listen to him, he doesn't say anything, just stands next to that troublemaker and looks at him, and that troublemaker wiltes.
Wang Shouren and Xu Jiaguo have been extremely busy these days.
Planning, reforming, and formulating new rules—these days have been incredibly busy; I've even had to ask Comrade Sun to bring me my meals.
Xu Jiaguo couldn't help but sigh, Wang Shouren was still the same Wang Shouren he always was, but now he was too eccentric.
The machine factory only produces five types of machine tools on a large scale, so he needed to set up five production lines. After a week of hard work, the first production line was finally completed in his hands.
Director Sun has been coming to this experimental workshop even more frequently.
Previously, the plan showed the possibility of increasing production, but the data was too alarming. When he saw the actual product, he felt that it was probably a sure thing.
As a veteran factory worker, he only needs to glance at the production line to roughly gauge its quality.
This isn't a science, but a feeling. On a production line, the workers' morale and the speed of the flow represent the overall condition of the line. Good conditions lead to good output.
Director Yan also came along, accompanied by two technicians.
It wasn't that he didn't want to come earlier; he just had some work to finish. And now, having just finished it, he's caught up with the success of the first production line.
After showing the two veteran technicians around the production line, he returned and grabbed Wang Shouren's hand, shaking it wildly up and down, his excitement overflowing.
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