Chapter 76 Pregnant?

There are many people in the family compound, especially relatives who have just joined the army, and good news comes from time to time.

Naturally, the news of Jiang Weijun and Song Yaqing's wedding spread, and everyone who saw them would congratulate them.

In addition, Song Qingya is now a teacher in a primary school in a military area, and many parents know her and are particularly enthusiastic.

But happy events also bring about comparisons. Lin Xiang, who got married a month or two later than Song Qingya, became the target of some people, who would gossip about her when they had nothing to do.

On this day, Lin Xiang was invited by her neighbor Jiang Wenfang to teach her how to make beautiful clothes for three young ladies, and on the way, she heard some gossip.

"Teacher Song's belly is three months old, why is Xiaolin not pregnant at all? I remember they got married at about the same time."

"Captain He, Xiaolin is just staying at the second factory every day. It's not right to look for a job right after getting married. It's more reasonable to give birth to the baby at home first."

"She just took advantage of the fact that Captain He's mother wasn't here, so no one would criticize her."

Some people couldn't help but say: "Xiaolin is so young, she can have a baby whenever she wants. Why are you in such a hurry?"

"That's right. Don't you know? Xiaolin went to the second factory. The second factory was amazing. Many of its products were sold all over the province. All the workers' wages and bonuses increased a lot compared to before. They were really amazing."

Qiu Hongxia from the second factory happened to pass by and overheard what was going on. She immediately frowned and yelled, "You have nothing to do all day, right? You just gossip! What does it have to do with you when someone gives birth? What, if Xiaolin gets pregnant, will you still give gifts to everyone?"

Qiu Hongxia has always been a straightforward person. When she is enthusiastic, she is enthusiastic towards everyone. But when she can't stand it anymore and gets angry, everyone will be scared.

Several people looked at each other for a moment, and dared not say a word.

Lin Xiang and Jiang Wenfang approached and said with a smile: "Sister Hongxia is right. Aunt Zhang, Second Sister Qiu, Sister Haiyan, you really care more about me than our family members. If you really want to wait until I get pregnant and then give me a gift, I won't refuse. I will definitely tell you then. If not, you should care more about your own family members."

It would have been fine if it was just a few gossips, but the more they talked, the more unpleasant it became. Lin Xiang had a smile on her face, but in the eyes of the three gossiping military dependents, she felt timid and they each took their beans and left.

"You guys are busy, we are just talking nonsense."

Lin Xiang thanked the other military wives who helped to speak up, and as she followed Jiang Wenfang out with the cloth to find a tailor, she saw her constantly turning her head to look at her.

"Sister-in-law Jiang, why are you looking at me like that?"

Jiang Wenfang had a gentle face and spoke softly. She smiled and said, "It seems that you will not be affected by those people at all."

"What's the impact?" Lin Xiang never cared much about unimportant people. "I said this when Hongyuan and I got married. I'm younger, and I'm not used to having a child right after marriage. I thought I'd wait and see. Later, I was admitted to the 119 Food Factory. The second factory grew bigger and bigger, and everyone was busy, so I never put this matter on the agenda. As for other people's gossip, it's better if I don't hear it. If I really hear it, I will definitely fight back on the spot."

Jiang Wenfang stared at Lin Xiang in a daze. When she said the last sentence, she remembered the three military wives who were embarrassed and guilty after being criticized. She couldn't help but smile: "Yes, they themselves are embarrassed."

"As the saying goes, good people are often bullied, so never give in step by step." Lin Xiang and Jiang Wenfang discussed the clothes that the three little girls wanted to make, and helped the tailors give some design suggestions. Compared with the simple children's short-sleeved shirts, some cute designs with little ingenuity were added.

Jiang Wenfang paid the money and left the fabric in the tailor shop. On the way back, she asked, "Won't your mother-in-law urge you?"

"No need to urge me." Lin Xiang thought that she was lucky in this respect. Her mother-in-law was really open-minded. "She said last year that I was too young and it was okay to have another child in the future. But I don't reject it. I still like lively and cute children, like the little girls in your family! It's okay to consider having children, but let nature take its course. Don't put pressure on yourself with such things."

Jiang Wenfang looked at Lin Xiang and suddenly felt a little jealous.

She can choose not to have a baby if she doesn't want to, and she will have a baby only if she wants to.

The two separated early, Lin Xiang went home, and Jiang Wenfang went to the military primary school to pick up the children. The three girls knew that their mother had bought them beautiful fabrics to make new clothes, and they happily turned around.

"Didn't you say that Auntie Lin Xiang next door has beautiful clothes? This time I'm going to ask her to help me come up with ideas and make beautiful clothes for you."

"Good!" Even a child could see that Lin Xiang's clothes were a little different.

Jiang Wenfang returned home, washed her hands and prepared to clean up for dinner. As soon as she entered the kitchen, she saw her mother-in-law chopping vegetables. She glanced at her and said, "Wenfang, did you just go out to look for the daughter-in-law of Captain He next door?"

"Well, ask her for help in making clothes." Jiang Wenfang turned on the faucet to wash the vegetables. Amid the sound of water, she heard her mother-in-law mumbling.

"If you have time, go hang out with the pregnant women in the courtyard, especially those who are obviously pregnant with sons." Qin Yurong put the chopped cabbage into the colander and kept muttering, "Captain He's wife has been married for so long and still hasn't gotten pregnant. Maybe she is infertile. You should stay away from her, or else the rumor will spread."

Jiang Wenfang paused while washing vegetables, and suddenly felt a knot in her stomach. She turned to look at her mother-in-law, but she seemed to be talking nonsense: "Mom, why do you say that? Xiaolin is a very good person, and is especially good to Lingling and the others. She is not pregnant now, and she has never wanted to have a baby so early."

"Who doesn't want to have children after getting married?" Qin Yurong was surprised that her daughter-in-law, who had always been gentle and sensible, spoke to her in this tone. Her eyes dimmed and she said angrily, "Look at how old Captain He is, and he doesn't even have a child. He's not afraid of being laughed at if he tells others about it. That Xiao Lin is just too wild, and she dresses up all day long..."

"Mom!" Jiang Wenfang was upset, especially after hearing her mother-in-law say such bad things, she felt even more ashamed. "How can I get along with others in the future if you say such gossip? Xiaolin is capable at work and young, and can have a baby whenever she wants. Why do you care about other people's family affairs? Besides, Xiaolin and her husband helped Sun Qiang and me so much. Your son's life was saved by Captain He, and mine was also saved by Xiaolin. Isn't it chilling to say that?"

"I just said it casually, why are you so angry?" Qin Yurong's two thick black eyebrows were almost twisted into a knot, and the whites of her eyes were almost popping out. "Wenfang, your temper is really getting worse and worse now!"

That night, Qin Yurong didn't say a word to Jiang Wenfang. She had a gloomy face even at the dinner table. Anyone could tell that she was in a bad mood.

Grandfather Sun put down his chopsticks and said to his son, "Qiangzi, let your wife apologize to your mother, and don't make your family unhappy because of an outsider."

Instructor Sun had just returned from the army and was still confused. Hearing this, he looked around in surprise and immediately heard his mother start to complain, saying that her always filial daughter-in-law was starting to be disrespectful.

"Mom, Wenfang definitely didn't mean that." Instructor Sun coaxed his mother a few words, and then advised, "Besides, Hongyuan saved me, and his wife also went around looking for help when Wenfang was in premature labor. The whole family has done so much for our family, why are you still criticizing them?"

Qin Yurong was about to stop eating: "What did I complain about? I just said that they haven't gotten pregnant after a year of marriage. What's wrong with that? Forget it, I won't eat anymore."

The family parted on bad terms.

The next day, Sunday, was a day off, and the family compound was exceptionally lively.

The atmosphere in Instructor Sun's room was depressing. His parents-in-law had no problem with their son, but they looked unwilling to pay attention to Jiang Wenfang.

Jiang Wenfang got up early, made breakfast and greeted her parents-in-law, but no one responded to her.

"Dad, Mom." Jiang Wenfang was filial and obedient when she was at her mother's house. She remained the same after marriage, respecting her elders. Even if her mother-in-law said something unpleasant, she knew that as a daughter-in-law, she had to step down first. "I cooked porridge and steamed buns, and I'll serve them to you."

The parents-in-law snorted in anger, but finally sat down to eat.

But his complexion still doesn't look good.

The three girls went to the yard to play with other children. Sun Qiang was out temporarily because of his work in the army. Jiang Wenfang really couldn't stand her parents-in-law who were always stern, so she fled to visit the neighbors next door with a few steamed buns in her hand.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard a burst of laughter and chatter like the sound of crisp bells.

"Mrs. Jiang, please come in and sit down." Lin Xiang was able to relax today. Yan Min and Song Qingya were both guests. The three of them were chatting and laughing, talking about their work and life. It was very lively.

Jiang Wenfang is seven or eight years older than them, but when she looks at the three of them, she always feels like there is a generation difference between them. It is as if she is looking at younger ones. The three of them are full of youth, and the joy on their faces is without any burden.

"I got up this morning and made some dough to make steamed buns. I'll bring some for you."

Lin Xiang took the plate and thanked him, then quickly pulled Jiang Wenfang into the house and sat down: "Come, eat watermelon."

Yan Min and Song Qingya also knew Jiang Wenfang, but they didn't live that close to her, so they just greeted each other when they met. At this moment, they were particularly enthusiastic to invite her to sit down with them.

There were three young girls in Lin Xiang's home, and they were talking about what had happened recently.

Lin Xiang talked about traveling far away by train and eating the delicious halogen platter in the provincial capital. She also went to the provincial party committee to see it and could comment on the differences between the guesthouses in various places.

"Everything in that expensive guesthouse is better, it's definitely worth it."

Jiang Wenfang had never stayed in a guesthouse. The only time she went on a long journey was when she followed the army. She had no idea what a guesthouse that cost only 50 cents a night looked like, but she thought it must be very beautiful.

Yan Min had just performed a while ago when the art troupe went to the countryside to pay respects, and was warmly welcomed by the villagers and soldiers stationed there: "You didn't see it, but they stuffed a lot of wild vegetables into our car. It was so warm that the small truck was almost full. When it was full, we couldn't get in."

Jiang Wenfang smiled and imagined such a scene, which was really interesting.

Song Qingya touched her belly gently and talked about being a teacher with a smile on her face. It is not easy to take care of children. Sometimes you will be touched by their cuteness, and sometimes you will be angry by their naughty behavior.

But no matter what, Song Qingya likes this job very much.

"Every time I see a group of little radishes making a fuss, they are still cute when they calm down."

Jiang Wenfang asked about her eldest daughter Lingling's schooling and learned that she was very obedient and respected her teachers.

Several people were having fun in the house for the whole afternoon, and left when it was almost dinner time. Lin Xiang invited everyone to stay for dinner, but no one wanted to ask for money, and everyone prepared to go home and cook for themselves.

On the short few meters walk back home from next door, Jiang Wenfang recalled the three female comrades in Lin Xiang's room just now, who were so excited when they talked about all kinds of things they had seen and heard, like swallows flying into the sky. She couldn't help but feel envious.

But when she returned home, she was still trapped on the one-third acre of land by her parents-in-law, who were still angry and had sullen faces.

......

After seeing off the friends, Lin Xiang went to the kitchen to cook. He Hongyuan went to the army to work overtime today, Sunday. He heard that the 119th Army was about to start a military competition, which required various plans and preparations.

Headmaster He, who has already been accoladed with many honors, plans to give more opportunities to young people this year and has only signed up for one project.

The reason is simple. Lin Xiang heard that the first place in the shooting competition can get two kilograms of meat tickets. Who can not eat pork?

When He Hongyuan came back, smoke was rising from the kitchen chimney. Lin Xiang was making sweet and sour spare ribs from the ribs she had bought.

She had a poor appetite these days and always wanted to eat something sour and sweet, even going to the trouble of cooking complicated dishes.

"Are you back? It's not easy for you to work overtime on Sunday." Lin Xiang brought a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs to the table and asked the man to go to the kitchen to get soup and dishes.

"Well, the whole army is about to have a competition. There's nothing we can do." He Hongyuan quickly put everything on the table, put a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs into his wife's bowl, and then tasted one himself.

Lin Xiang is a good cook and is willing to add seasonings, so the food naturally tastes better.

The shiny red sweet and sour spare ribs are tempting in color, and one bite will fill your mouth with a sweet and sour taste. The sweet sugar and sour vinegar are cleverly combined together, which will whet your appetite in the hot summer.

The fried spareribs are crispy and chewy with a sweet and sour taste, making you want to eat them piece by piece.

It was just that He Hongyuan was enjoying his meal, while Lin Xiang only ate half a piece but didn't move her chopsticks much.

"What's wrong?" He Hongyuan spat out the bone, and the sweet and sour taste spread in his mouth, "Don't you want to eat it?"

"Well, I originally wanted to eat sweet and sour pork ribs, but now that it's in front of me, I don't have any appetite." Lin Xiang didn't understand how she could have no appetite. She always loved delicious food.

He Hongyuan looked outside. It was almost evening and the sky was still hot. "This hot and humid weather must have affected your appetite. How about trying something sweet and sour?"

He stood up and opened a bottle of yellow peel water and handed it over. He Hongyuan watched Lin Xiang drink two sips silently. It seemed that she was feeling better. After all, she had eaten something.

"I remember there is a kind of herb in the mountains that tastes sweet and sour when boiled into water. It is especially effective in treating heatstroke and relieving fever. I will pick some tomorrow. Also, since you are working in the factory, see if you can get some ice cubes for the office. If not, I will ask the army for help."

"That should be possible." Lin Xiang still has confidence in the welfare of the second factory.

When Lin Xiang went to work on Monday, she mentioned it to Director Zhao, and the leader asked Ma Defa to go to the workshop to move ice cubes.

How could a soda factory not have an ice machine? A basin of ice cubes was placed in the middle of the office, emitting a faint cool breeze. Only then did Lin Xiang feel better.

However, at noon, when she was eating in the cafeteria of the second factory, her appetite was still not very good. Seeing her dining companion so listless, Kong Zhenzhen asked with concern: "What's wrong? You eat so little."

"It's too hot. I don't have much appetite." Lin Xiang ordered little food and was worried that it would be wasted.

"It's hot today. It's hot here for half a year every year, longer than in the north. It's really painful."

Since the second factory built a new factory area, it also has a canteen and dormitories, and two chefs and two kitchen assistants were arranged among the recruited workers.

Both chefs are military dependents. Sister Luo used to cook big pot rice in the village and her cooking skills are pretty good. Brother Cao was also a chef in the village for wedding and funeral banquets before liberation. Naturally, the two of them are now very good at cooking meals for the workers of the second factory every day.

When the two of them first entered the factory, it was Lin Xiang who did the job orientation. After cooking, Sister Luo came to help serve meals at the window. Seeing that Xiao Lin from the office had been serving less and less food in recent days and looked like he had no appetite, she specially handed him a plate of spicy stir-fried sauerkraut.

"Xiao Lin, try this. It will make you hungry!" This is a dish that their chef cooked for themselves. It doesn't cost much, but it is sour and spicy and very refreshing.

Lin Xiang suddenly perked up when she smelled the smell. She picked up the chili pepper wrapped in pickled cabbage with a pair of chopsticks and put it into her mouth. She was instantly hit by the spicy, sour and salty tastes. Her appetite was instantly whetted: "Sister Luo, this tastes good. It really whets your appetite."

"Then you should eat more." Sister Luo thought, she would have to ask the factory to make some pumpkin and mung bean soup for everyone, and the meals would also have to be more refreshing.

After whetting her appetite, Lin Xiang finally ate more. When she returned to the office, she felt comfortable in the breeze of ice cubes. Not long after she sat down, the feedback from the sales of salty yellow peel water to counters across the province came back. In Haining Province, which is still hot and humid, the sales volume is very good.

The sour, sweet and salty taste after it has been chilled is really addictive, especially in cities with slightly better economic conditions. It is extremely refreshing to have a sip of soda after working all day.

All the more developed cities in the province have accelerated their applications for supplies from the Provincial Grain and Oil Company. The equipment at the Second Factory is running at a rapid pace. Bottles of soda are being bottled and capped, and arranged neatly and beautifully on the conveyor belt. Finally, they are packed into boxes and loaded onto trucks for transportation.

Lin Xiang, Kong Zhenzhen and the driver checked the quantity and destination before watching the truck leave.

"The bonus this month must be quite a lot!" Kong Zhenzhen no longer felt bad about the crazy things she bought in the provincial capital. After all, the factory was doing well and she could make the money back somehow.

Lin Xiang is the same. The family savings are getting more and more abundant, but it's a pity that there are not many things she can buy now. If conditions permit, she would also like to buy a TV, a washing machine, a refrigerator, a flush toilet...

Well, let’s just dream first.

Be patient, everything will be available after reform and opening up!

The two of them were walking from the gate of the second factory towards the office building. Halfway through their walk, Lin Xiang was suddenly called aside by Director Zhao.

"Xiao Lin, Secretary Tang and Director Huang are urging us again." Zhao Jianjun himself wanted to give Secretary Tang the cold shoulder, because this guy had always loved to make trouble for Factory Two.

However, more than half a month had passed, and Secretary Tang's temper could no longer be tolerated. At the regular weekly leadership meeting of Factory 1, he asked Zhao Jianjun what was going on with a threatening face.

Zhao Jianjun naturally just laughed it off. Anyway, he was in a good mood, so Secretary Tang's anger would not affect him. After the meeting, he just told him to call Lin Xiang over for questioning.

"First, this will help the factory to survive. It's definitely a good thing to be able to sell canned Spanish mackerel sauce. Second, it can also put a damper on the arrogance of Shiwei." Zhao Jianjun was naturally willing to see the factory launch new products, but he also had to fight for rewards for Lin Xiang. "I'll go to Director Tang later. You have to follow my lead. I have to make him spit out more!"

Lin Xiang knew that Director Zhao had a lot of creative ideas, but she also had her own idea: "Director, I have another idea about Spanish mackerel sauce..."

When the two of them walked into Factory 1 and were about to go to Secretary Tang's office, they ran into Song Ming, the director of the second fish canning workshop in the factory area.

Director Song was particularly excited when he saw the two of them: "Hey, Zhao Jianjun, where is the recipe for Spanish mackerel sauce from your second factory? Hurry and hand it over! Our workshop is waiting to take over the production."

He turned around and pointed at Lin Xiangyi: "Who is that? Young comrade, you should have a high level of ideological awareness. Don't dawdle and delay the important matters in the workshop."

Lin Xiang looked at Director Song who was arrogant in front of her and smiled slightly: "Director Song, we are just about to discuss this Spanish mackerel sauce recipe with Secretary Tang."

After hearing this, Director Song finally showed a satisfied smile. He gave the Spanish mackerel sauce recipe to his own workshop No. 2. When the time comes and he starts production at full capacity, not only will it surpass the fish canning workshop No. 1, it might even beat the shrimp sauce workshop!

Whenever he thought of this, Song Ming couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"Well, okay, go ahead!"

Lin Xiang and Director Zhao looked at each other and both disliked this man.

I silently cursed him in my heart. I would never give the Spanish mackerel sauce recipe to this person!

Dream on!

When the two arrived at Secretary Tang's office, they saw the middle-aged man behind the desk with a dark face, stern and unpleasant look, which was really intimidating.

"Comrade Lin Xiang, how long has the Spanish mackerel sauce issue been delayed?" Secretary Tang was worried about the situation at the factory. Shiwei had caught them off guard by stealing four kinds of canned fish. Now the factory only had canned shrimp sauce to support it, and they really needed new products to support it.

"Secretary Tang, I've thought about this. My craftsmanship is only good enough for my relatives and friends to taste. I can't make it into canned food and sell it. If I'm not careful, it will ruin the reputation of 119. Let's just forget about it." Lin Xiang looked embarrassed, and every word he said was belittling himself.

Secretary Tang was furious, puffing his beard and glaring, "Who said that? Your Spanish mackerel sauce is really good! It tastes so delicious!"

After saying this, he suddenly realized what he had praised so highly, and quickly pursed his lips, but still softened his tone and advised the young comrade: "Young people, have confidence."

Lin Xiang was still hesitant: "Forget it, I won't embarrass myself by showing off the recipe I researched."

"Zhao Jianjun, listen to what your people from Factory 2 are saying. How come they don't look energetic at all?" Secretary Tang was extremely angry, but he had no idea where to vent his anger. He had been kept waiting by Factory 2 for half a month without getting the recipe for Spanish mackerel sauce, and now this person was saying that he was ashamed and felt that he couldn't present the recipe well. Secretary Tang felt very annoyed.

"Secretary Tang, Xiao Lin's worries are not without reason." Zhao Jianjun reminded him, "According to Director Song's suggestion, Xiao Lin should be given a 20 yuan bonus. Listen, this small amount of bonus shows that he despises this recipe. It's no wonder that Xiao Lin feels embarrassed to give it to him."

Secretary Tang: “…?”

Is that how it is calculated?!

I originally thought that the factory staff should make contributions to the factory with honor and selflessness, and the bonus should be recorded. Twenty is indeed a little too little, forty or fifty is fine, the main thing is the honor. But who is Zhao Jianjun mocking implicitly?

"So how much do you want?"

Zhao Jianjun opened his mouth with a lion-like voice: "Then you have to give me two hundred, right?"

"You're dreaming!" Secretary Tang knew that this person was just making trouble. Even the factory director and the secretary would not be interested in such a large bonus! There was no precedent for this.

Lin Xiang stepped forward at this time and said with a smile: "Secretary Tang, I don't want a penny for the bonus."

Secretary Tang was surprised when he heard this. This man was willing to give out the prescription for free. It seemed that he had some ideological enlightenment.

"But I have two requests." Lin Xiang continued, "I don't know if the recipe I just researched will work. To be honest, I'm not sure. If I really take the bonus, and I can't sell it at all, wouldn't that mean I'm hurting the factory? So I thought, why not take a penny? If the canned Spanish mackerel sauce can really be sold in the future, the factory will give me 1% of the net profit of the canned Spanish mackerel sauce in the first month as a bonus. I'll accept it even if it's only 5 or 10 yuan."

This statement was quite new, and Secretary Tang fell into deep thought after hearing it.

It is hard to say whether canned Spanish mackerel sauce sells well or not. Although everyone is optimistic about it, it still requires the approval of the common people.

If the sales are not good, she will accept it even if I give Lin Xiang a few dollars as 1%.

Seeing that Secretary Tang did not refute, Lin Xiang put forward his second condition: "As for the production of Spanish mackerel sauce, I hope to open a separate workshop in our second factory."

"How can this be possible! How can Spanish mackerel sauce be produced in the second factory?" Secretary Tang immediately retorted.

"Secretary Tang, after all, our factories one and two are not part of the same company, so what difference does it make where we put it?" Lin Xiang said calmly, "I really don't have much confidence in this thing, and I'm thinking that when we really start production, if we encounter any problems, we can put it in the old workshop in the old factory area of ​​Factory Two, which is only separated from Factory One by a wall. This way, it will be more convenient for me to help think about it."

"It doesn't make sense to have it in Factory 1. Let Song Ming and his team at the second canned fish workshop take over, or just open another workshop and assign a few deputy workshop directors to take charge. Why not put it in Factory 2? That's ridiculous!" Secretary Tang was almost upset by Lin Xiang's suggestion. It was simply ridiculous!

Lin Xiang is still worried about the fact that the recipe of Factory 1 was stolen. Although the "traitor" has been caught, she still has some inexplicable worries about handing over the recipe of Spanish mackerel sauce. It would be better to leave the recipe and the production workshop in Factory 2 to have peace of mind.

"Oh, then forget it!" Zhao Jianjun jumped out to smooth things over. "Secretary Tang has other ideas, and Xiao Lin is worried that his Spanish mackerel sauce recipe won't help the factory and will instead affect it. Otherwise, don't bother yourself. Xiao Lin, go back quickly, our soda factory still needs you!"

Lin Xiang responded readily: "Okay, forget it then! Secretary Tang, I'll go back first."

Having said that, he walked out quickly.

Secretary Tang watched the two people from the second factory leave quickly, and yelled twice with a threatening face: "Hey, hey! You...hey!"

I'm so pissed off.

Secretary Tang went to Factory Director Huang to complain, "Tell me, is this person from Factory 2 going to make a scene? Now she's giving me the cold shoulder and asking for my money! I thought she had improved her consciousness when she said she didn't want the bonus, but I didn't know she was planning to set up the Spanish mackerel sauce workshop in Factory 2."

Especially those people in the second factory are simply taking advantage of the situation and becoming more and more out of control!

Director Huang didn't expect Lin Xiang to make such a request, but he changed his mind and said, "She doesn't want a bonus, but she wants 1% of the net profit of Spanish mackerel sauce in the first month. If the sales are really good, then 1% will be given. If the sales are not good, then there will be no money, and she will be at greater risk. Another option is to set up the Spanish mackerel sauce workshop in the second factory. The difference is not big. We have the equipment ready, and the workers can be trained..."

"Old Huang, the point of this matter is that these people from the Second Factory are simply arrogant and looking for trouble!" Secretary Tang was furious.

Factory Manager Huang glanced at his old partner and thought, "You always like to make trouble when there is nothing to do."

But he advised: "Special times call for special treatment. Now we are interested in the prescription that Xiaolin researched herself, not that she is begging us to do something."

Secretary Tang: "..."

Where are you from and who are you helping?

The two men then called Qin Yangbo, the highest-ranking technical worker in the factory, to discuss the matter. Qin Yangbo estimated the feasibility. Although it was not quite in line with the rules, it was ultimately for the benefit of the 119 Food Factory, so it didn't make much difference who produced it.

After discussion, the factory finally agreed to Lin Xiang's proposal to convert the original soda production workshop of the second factory into a Spanish mackerel sauce canning workshop!

When this incident happened, the workers in Factory 1 and Factory 2 were shocked.

Among them, Song Ming, the director of the second canned fish workshop, was the most furious. He rushed to the factory manager and secretary to object, saying that this was not the way to do it: "How can the second factory produce Spanish mackerel sauce? This sauce must be produced by our factory!"

Factory Director Huang didn't want to pay any attention to him, while Secretary Tang reprimanded him for his poor ideological awareness: "Production is done anywhere, but you want to do it in your workshop? You don't have any sense of the overall situation at all!"

Song Ming, who was scolded:...

After the idle old workshop of Factory 2 was transformed and cleaned up into a Spanish mackerel sauce workshop, all equipment was moved there from Factory 1. Factory 2 transferred Qiu Hongxia to be in charge of the Spanish mackerel sauce workshop and prepared to transfer another group of workers there.

The shrimp sauce workshop and the canned fish workshop of Factory 1 both sent people to provide technical support. Among them, Qin Yangbo was the most core technical instructor, who brought Deputy Director Liu Qingshan and Mixing Group Leader He Zhigang to conduct training.

Although Qiu Hongxia had not received much education, she had a strong learning ability and was quick to learn. She quickly mastered the basic equipment operating procedures.

After a tour of the old workshop of the second factory, the technical instruction of the shrimp paste workshop was over. As the three of them were walking back, He Zhigang, the leader of the fermentation group, was still muttering: "The factory director and the secretary are really used to the second factory now. I think their tails are flying to the sky. Selling soda is not enough, and they are trying to snatch the production of canned food."

Deputy Director Liu Qingshan smiled and advised: "Hey, Zhigang, don't let the factory director and the secretary know about this, or they might say you are not conscious enough."

He Zhigang really didn't understand why the Spanish mackerel sauce workshop was set up in Factory 2: "Director, don't you think it's absurd? They should have handed the recipe to Factory 1 to produce Spanish mackerel sauce. Can they produce it themselves?"

Qin Yangbo waved his hands: "This is to help the factory improve efficiency, why fight for this!"

Liu Qingshan also said: "Zhigang, do you hear me? We need to help the second factory's mackerel sauce workshop to start making it as soon as possible. Let's come over tomorrow to see their equipment proficiency."

......

In the office building of the second factory, Ma Defa and Kong Zhenzhen selected a group of experienced workers and a list of new employees with good performance and handed it to Director Zhao.

"Okay, transfer this batch to the Spanish mackerel sauce workshop." Zhao Jianjun was eager to try. He never thought that his factory could also produce canned seafood! "But our production volume is getting bigger and bigger, so we have to hire more people."

Lin Xiang happened to be in charge of this matter recently: "Normally, we recruit once every summer. This time we must recruit temporarily. Recruiting about 30 people should be enough."

"Well, Xiaolin is in charge of this matter."

When the news that Factory 2 was going to recruit workers again spread, many people were eager to join. Especially after hearing the military families who were recruited to Factory 2 in August talk about how great Factory 2 was, everyone's opinions changed.

When Lin Xiang returned to her family compound, many family members asked her about the recruitment situation. She explained to them one by one. In the end, He Hongyuan came back and rescued her.

"Everyone is really enthusiastic." Lin Xiang thought again, there was no such treatment in the previous Second Factory.

He Hongyuan was also surprised at the expansion speed of the second factory: "Your factory is really impressive. I think it will surpass the first factory sooner or later."

Lin Xiang liked to hear this, and sniffed proudly: "That's indeed possible~"

"By the way, why did you come back so late today?" Lin Xiang was delayed at the Second Factory and the Family Compound for quite a while.

"I helped Jiang Weijun deal with some things this afternoon. After his wife got pregnant, she had a poor appetite these days. She vomited everything she ate. He was so worried that he left just now to pick her up." He Hongyuan didn't understand their happy worries. "Then I was delayed for a while because of something else."

"It's not easy for Qingya either." Lin Xiang sighed, being pregnant is also very painful.

The two of them went to their own small building, but Lin Xiang saw the man carrying a big bag in his hand. There was something round and plump wrapped in a thick layer of cloth.

"What are you holding in your hand?" Lin Xiang was curious. "Is it something the army distributed?"

He Hongyuan recalled that he had just held his breath for nearly a minute and a half to quickly get this thing out. He was almost suffocated by the stench and his brows were furrowed.

But my wife loves to eat it, there is nothing I can do.

Fortunately, as a navy, he had specialized training in swimming and breath holding, which gave himself a way out.

He came up with this idea after seeing that Lin Xiang had a poor appetite in the past few days due to the hot weather.

"Don't you like eating durian?" After returning home, He Hongyuan put the bundle in the yard, untied the knot, and began to hold his breath again, while holding a knife to take out the durian flesh for his wife.

Lin Xiang really loves eating durian, especially when the weather is hot. After freezing the durian in the refrigerator, the taste and texture are like ice cream, which is delicious.

Thinking about how this man couldn't stand the smell of durian and yet took the time to go outside and pick a ripe durian, Lin Xiang felt warm in her heart. Just as she was about to say something, her stomach suddenly churned.

The durian shell was filled with golden durian flesh, which gave off a fragrant and stinky smell. He Hongyuan took out the flesh and put it on a plate before handing it to his wife: "Here, take what you like."

"Grr." Lin Xiang smelled the durian that she loved so much in the past, but she felt uncomfortable and wanted to vomit. "Quick, quick, take it away, stay away from me."

He Hongyuan saw his wife suddenly vomiting and forgot to hold her breath. The stench of durian made her feel uncomfortable while she was breathing normally. However, he did not care too much. He put a plate of durian meat aside and hurried forward to ask: "What's wrong? Don't you usually like to eat this stuff? Why do you want to vomit when you smell it now..."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Hongyuan suddenly remembered something. Today, Jiang Weijun, who was going to be a father, was complaining to him and Zhang Huafeng, saying that his wife Song Qingya had severe morning sickness. She felt like vomiting after smelling many things, and she couldn't eat fish, which she used to like. He was worried about what to do.

Looking at Lin Xiang again, He Hongyuan began to feel suspicious...

"I don't know what's going on." Lin Xiang had never experienced this before. Could it be that she had a stomach problem? "I might as well go to the hospital."

He Hongyuan's eyes lit up, and a storm seemed to gather in his deep brows: "Yes, we have to go to the hospital to check, are you pregnant?"

Lin Xiang: “…?”