Chapter 032: First Hearing of the Pharmaceutical Factory
When I got home, Wei Dai was already there.
It was easy for others to see that Wen Jiajia was hiding something. At least Wei Dai saw it at a glance and asked her, "What happened?"
"Nothing." Wen Jiajia hadn't thought it through yet and had to think about it again before speaking.
Putting this aside for the moment, Wen Jiajiaxing excitedly stretched out her wrist in front of him and said, "Take a look. Does it look good?"
She specifically picked a watch that was small and delicate, a bit like a lady's watch. Although it was expensive, the more she looked at it, the more she liked it. If she really changed to a thicker one, she would probably just wear it for the sake of novelty and keep it as a fixed clock at her bedside.
Wei Dai took a serious look and said, "It's very beautiful."
He exaggerated so sincerely that Wen Jiajia believed it.
Wen Jiajia was so happy that she kept waving her hands. Even the things in her bag were prepared by Wei Dai.
"Oh, by the way, where are Wen Chun and Wen Xuan?" Wen Jiajia thought of the two sisters and asked. She looked at the table again and saw that there was no cake left. "Did they have lunch today?"
"At the Xie family next door. We had lunch today. I brought some food back for them."
Wen Jiajia felt relieved.
Wei Dai asked her, "Can you treat us to a meal tomorrow?"
After moving, I have to treat my relatives and friends to a meal. There are no relatives here, but there are quite a few good friends.
"It would be better to do it tomorrow. If it's the day after tomorrow, the meat and bones will have to be marinated with salt." Wen Jiajia wrinkled her nose. She didn't like eating fresh meat that had been marinated with salt.
Of course, bacon and the like don't count.
The weather was still a bit cold, so Wei Dai put the meat and bones in the cupboard without worrying about them going bad.
Then he put the rice and flour into the food container in the kitchen.
This is the big jar that Wei Dai bought from his fellow villager today. It can hold at least 200 kilograms of rice and is covered with a wooden lid, which can effectively prevent rats and moisture.
Wen Jiajia asked him, "How many people will come tomorrow so I can make arrangements."
Wei Dai thought for a moment and said, "About 12 people."
Wen Jiajia was surprised that Wei Dai had quite a lot of friends. She was a little worried: "Will there not be enough food?"
Wei Dai comforted her, "It's okay. I'll try to buy some more tomorrow."
He placed two bottles of wine in the cabinet in the living room and said, "It's training time recently, so you can't drink during this time. You can have a drink at lunch."
He remembered that Wen Jiajia seemed to have a good alcohol tolerance.
Wen Jiajia said "Eh" and said in disgust, "No, I like fruit wine, or rice wine."
She doesn't like the spicy taste of white wine.
However, in two or three months, when the waxberries are ripe, you can use this white wine to make waxberry wine.
Now that I have bought the vegetables and food, I will naturally cook for myself tonight.
After all, no matter how rich you are, you can't eat in the cafeteria every day. That's too extravagant.
Wei Dai was going to turn the soil in the yard, and Wen Jiajia took over the job of making dinner.
It was getting a little late, and although the sky was still bright, it changed its face like a child, and it would definitely become dark in less than ten minutes.
Wen Jiajia didn't plan to steam rice and decided to make noodles.
What noodles?
Noodles with pickled mustard tuber and shredded pork.
The flour was kneaded into dough, Wen Jiajia sprinkled flour on the chopping board and began to pull the dough.
She is very particular and has three chopping boards in her kitchen.
One piece is for cutting raw food, one piece is for cutting cooked food, and the other piece is for making pasta.
Wei Dai expressed his incomprehension of this, but Wen Jiajia scolded him for being a rough man. Under her strong pressure, Wei Dai finally gave in and made three chopping boards for her.
In fact, Wen Jiajia feels that it is not enough.
She also needs someone to cut fruit, considering she had five cutting boards at home in her previous life.
But considering that there is no fruit that needs to be cut in this era, let's just let Wei Dai go.
Cut the fresh meat into shreds and bring in the bowl of pickled mustard tuber on the table.
First fry the meat in a pan, then add the pickled mustard tuber when the meat is cooked.
When it’s almost done, pour boiling water into the pot.
Although this stove is not big and can only hold one pot, there is a small opening in the corner next to the pot. This small opening can be used to bake some food or put a small clay pot on it to boil soup, which is very convenient.
The soup in the pot was bubbling, and Wen Jiajia put the finely shredded noodles into it.
After thinking about it, he washed a few more vegetables and threw them down.
"It's time to eat!"
Wen Jiajia leaned her head out of the kitchen window and shouted to Wei Dai who was digging the ground.
"Okay!"
Wei Dai put down the hoe, washed his hands, and went next door to bring over the two sisters who were having fun.
"Aunt! Where did you go today?" Wen Chun rushed over like a firecracker and hugged her thighs.
Wen Jiajia was surprised to find that Chun'er became much more lively after moving here.
She guessed that it was probably because her hometown brought Wenchun too many bad memories.
Wen Xuan is a carefree person. She was still young at the time and actually doesn’t remember much about her family.
Now, I have forgotten even his face.
But Wenchun remembered that she was precocious and more sensitive.
It is actually a bit cruel to let this child, who still remembers his family very much, live in a house full of traces left by his family.
As for the villagers... you can't say they are bad. Maybe they think Wen Chun and Wen Xuan are immature. They tend not to pay too much attention to the psychological problems of three-year-old children and often show an expression of "you are so pitiful" in front of Wen Chun and Wen Xuan.
Wen Xuan didn't understand and didn't say anything about it.
Wen Chun couldn't take it anymore. It reminded her over and over again that her family had left.
Even her playmates sometimes talk openly about her family.
Wen Jiajia touched her head, held her face and said, "I went to the city, and I brought you some butterfly cakes. You and Xuanxuan can have one together after dinner."
Wen Xuan's ears immediately perked up, she quickly washed her hands, ran in and asked, "Auntie, what is butterfly cake?"
Wen Jiajia opened the cabinet, broke the butterfly pastry into two small pieces, and stuffed them into Wen Chun and Wen Xuan's mouths.
The two girls' eyes lit up instantly like a light being switched on.
The butterfly cakes were crispy and fragrant, and the rich aroma of butter filled their mouths. The saliva they secreted moistened the butterfly cakes, and the aroma of butter became even stronger.
They have never tasted anything so delicious! Even the crispy peach cakes and the wheat-flavored French cakes cannot compare to the butterfly cakes!
"Is it delicious?" Wen Jiajia asked.
Wen Chun and Wen Xuan nodded, swallowing hard, and looked at Wen Jiajia eagerly, hoping to have another piece.
Wen Jiajia raised her finger and shook it: "I can't eat now. I have to eat dinner."
The hot noodles on the table are waiting to be eaten.
Wen Chun and Wen Xuan were not so ignorant; white noodles were delicious to them.
The two sisters started eating, but Wen Jiajia took the opportunity to close the cupboard door and broke off another half piece.
He walked into the yard as if nothing had happened, broke open the butterfly cake, and said to Wei Dai who was still finishing, "Open your mouth."
Wei Dai opened his mouth obediently.
Wen Jiajia stuffed the butterfly cake into his mouth, her eyes bright, "Is it delicious?"
Wei Dai leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, "It's delicious, have you ever eaten it?"
Wen Jiajia put the piece in her hand into her mouth and chewed it. The crispy butterfly biscuit was still as delicious as the one she had eaten in her last life. She couldn't help but feel tears in her eyes: "I've eaten it."
I've already eaten it.
Wei Dai was slightly stunned. He felt that his wife's mood seemed to be suddenly depressed.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Wen Jiajia pouted and held back her tears: "I just think it's great to grow up in a big city. I can eat butterfly cakes since I was a child."
Wei Dai laughed: "Then we won't go back in the future. If possible, we can find a way to buy a suite in the city so that Chun'er, Xuanxuan and our children can also eat butterfly cakes when they are young."
“…”
You were thinking about going back to your hometown?
Wen Jiajia was so hit by his words...all the sentimentality in her heart disappeared completely.
"Let's go eat." Wen Jiajia said, "I can come tomorrow to do the rest."
She still knows how to grow vegetables, not to mention that she only needs to grow some onions, garlic and peppers.
Wei Dai washed his hands and went to the living room to eat.
It was indeed getting dark, but it was not yet dark enough to turn on the lights.
Wei Dai was really hungry. He picked up the chopsticks and started sucking the noodles. After two or three sips, half of the noodles in the bowl were gone.
I've known for a long time that he has a big appetite, but every time I see him eating, Wen Jiajia is shocked.
"Eat slowly." Wen Jiajia frowned, "Be careful not to get a stomach problem, and eating too hot is bad for your esophagus."
Wei Dai agreed, slowed down, and blew the air on his face twice to cool down the heat.
Only then was Wen Jiajia satisfied.
It was getting dark, and Wei Dai turned on the light when he went to get his second bowl of noodles.
"Who gave you the pickled mustard tuber?" Wen Jiajia asked him.
Wei Dai: "One of my friends, Yang Tianchuan, is from Sichuan and Chongqing. He is not used to the local food, so his family sends him all kinds of peppers and vegetables every year."
Wen Jiajia thought to herself that as expected, the pickled mustard tuber here was indeed very authentic, and the taste was no different from what you would eat decades later.
Actually, we can’t always think that things these days are delicious.
It is true that things these days are made with real ingredients, but real ingredients do not mean they taste good, after all, there are not many seasonings nowadays.
Like Wen Jiajia, she often uses oyster sauce and chicken essence when cooking, or at least MSG, and she also uses a lot of oil to stir-fry and enhance the flavor.
Now that she doesn't have these seasonings, many of the dishes she makes don't taste as good as they did in her previous life.
I have to take a shower after dinner.
With a bathroom, taking a bath is no longer a tormenting experience.
In the past, when the two sisters were asked to take a bath, they would hide. If possible, they would not take a bath for a month.
Now? Go wash it.
There was no light bulb in the bathroom, so Wen Jiajia simply brought a flashlight.
Wen Jiajia used soap to make foam and rubbed the two girls' bodies.
"You have to wash your hair tomorrow. It smells. Don't run away after lunch." She said after sniffing it.
The two sisters laughed and were not embarrassed.
Because they didn't have slippers, after they washed and put on their clothes, they asked Wei Dai to carry them directly to the room.
Wen Jiajia was thinking about how to buy a few pairs of slippers. However, slippers these days are mostly plastic slippers, not to mention expensive, they are really ugly.
It was so ugly that Wen Jiajia didn't even want to wear it at home.
"Then use straw sandals."
Faced with Wen Jiajia's embarrassment, Wei Dai gave an answer.
After carrying the child in, he came out carrying two buckets of water and stood at the door of the bathroom to take off his clothes.
He is tall and strong, and when he raises his arms his muscles are clearly visible, giving off a strong sense of oppression.
Wen Jiajia: ???
Why did it suddenly start □□ out of the blue?
She wondered: "You want to wash first?" Her clothes were already wet, couldn't she wait a little longer?
Wei Dai walked in and said, "Let me take a shower with you."
Wen Jiajia: No big talk.
Okay, we've been honest with each other a long time ago and have done everything, so taking a bath together is not a big deal.
Taking a shower is really just taking a shower. After all, flashlight batteries are very expensive.
Maybe the bed in the room was not soft enough or the bathroom wall was not rough enough, anyway, Wen Jiajia protected herself well.
Wei Dai wanted to do something, but he didn't bring a condom, so his idea died before he could even express it.
Night is coming.
The sky without light pollution is really beautiful, with stars shining brightly.
Wen Jiajia is sometimes very sentimental, like now: the night view of the sky is so beautiful that she doesn't feel tired and just holds her head high to stare at it.
Occasionally, when I see a shooting star passing by, I feel a little surprised.
Wei Dai really didn't understand what was so good about this, but he respected his wife's preference. After all, his wife could tolerate his preference for sleeping shirtless.
"When I'm free, I'll make a few recliners so you can lie in the yard and watch enough at night," said Wei Dai.
Wen Jiajia: “Really?”
"How could this be false?" Wei Dai thought, as long as you don't mind there being too many mosquitoes it's fine.
Go back to the house.
Wei Dai thought of mosquitoes and wondered whether he should buy some rolls of screens. The troops were near a mountain and a lake, so there were a lot of mosquitoes, big and poisonous.
Wen Jiajia was also thinking about something. She asked Wei Dai, "When can we plant vegetables in the two vegetable plots we were allocated?"
Wei Dai came back to his senses: "We can go now. But isn't it too cold now? It's hard to plant before the temperature rises. In previous years, people in the family area would wait until early March to plant."
Wen Jiajia nodded.
It doesn't matter if it's cold, it's easy to grow green onions and garlic. But some vegetables really can't be grown in too cold weather.
She missed the warmth of her hometown a little.
After reading some books and doing some exercises, it's time to turn off the lights.
Wen Jiajia lay down on the bed, resting her head on Wei Dai's arm and asked, "Do you know Wang Fuhai?"
Wei Dai was surprised: "Yes, you know him?"
Wen Jiajia: "I met his wife Sister Hong when I went to the city today."
Wei Dai frowned slightly, "Well... their family has a lot of things to do in the family area. I heard that Sister Hong is not bad."
Wen Jiajia understood that Wang Fuhai was not very good in the family.
Wei Dai didn't know much, actually: "Wang Fuhai and I have an average relationship. We just nod and say hello when we meet, but we don't interact privately. I heard most of his family affairs from others. Others said he has five children, three of whom are his nephews and nieces. His eldest brother died of illness, and later his parents couldn't raise three children, so they brought the three children to find him."
After that, the room fell silent.
Ten seconds later, Wen Jiajia poked him: "And then, tell me."
Wei Dai smiled and said, "Then I don't know. I'm not familiar with him and I didn't deliberately ask about his family's affairs."
Wen Jiajia took a deep breath. This guy is really the kind of person who gets beaten up when he finishes his words.
But it's easy to imagine that Sister Hong's home is probably not very peaceful. How can a house of several dozen square meters with nine people living on it be considered peaceful?
"Not nine people," Wei Dai said. "There was a quarrel in his family before, and it was reported to the teachers. Later, his parents moved back, leaving only those children. When his parents left, Wang Fuhai knelt down and kowtowed, promising to raise his nephews and nieces."
"Didn't you say you didn't know what happened to you later?" Wen Jiajia: "Yes, it sounds similar to our family."
"What? Not at all." Wei Dai said, "His children are all raised by Sister Hong. His guarantee is useless."
He was willing to raise Wen Chun and Wen Xuan with Jia Jia. It was truly "together", which was completely different.
Wen Jiajia sighed: "Sister Hong is really having a hard time. She went to the city today, carrying a one-year-old baby on her back. She was skinny, but Sister Hong took good care of the baby and he didn't cry."
Wei Dai didn't want to talk about this topic. Other people's affairs were boring.
He used his fingers to gently smooth Wen Jiajia's hair and said, "I asked about the work of my family members today, and they said that there are only two positions in the military area, the school and the hospital."
Wen Jiajia was shocked and propped up her elbows: "There are positions in the hospital? That's impossible."
Doctors and nurses working in hospitals must have studied medicine, right? At least a specialist degree.
Wei Dai rubbed her head and said, "Hospitals also have logistics."
Well, no wonder.
Hospital logistics is indeed a good job.
If it were in the past, Wen Jiajia would definitely not be picky, after all, these days people emphasize equality in work.
It doesn't matter if you are a scatologist, a logistics worker, a doctor or even a researcher, it's all the same.
Even medical researchers are at risk, but septic tank workers and hospital logistics staff are definitely not.
But now... Wen Jiajia couldn't help but think of her golden finger, which only played a little auxiliary role in life. Now that she no longer needs to worry about life, it would be a bit of a waste to only synthesize some daily necessities.
Wen Jiajia lay down again, and after a while asked, "Is there a pharmaceutical factory in the city?"
Wei Dai was stunned for a moment, then responded: "You want to work in a pharmaceutical factory?"
When Wen Jiajia didn't answer, he smiled again and said, "You must have heard about the pharmaceutical factory from Sister Hong."
"Yeah." She nodded. "How did you know?"
Wei Dai: "Sister Hong has relatives in the pharmaceutical factory, and everyone in the family compound asks her to change the red medicine."
Other drugs from the pharmaceutical factory cannot flow out, but topics like mercurochrome can.
Of course the military hospital also has this thing, but the military hospital is far away from the home area. If you get bumped or bruised, don't go to the hospital if you have mercurochrome at home.
Wen Jiajia said softly, "There is mercury in mercurochrome, so it's not good to use it."
"You know this?"
"Read more books and newspapers!"
Well, Wei Dai understood and was once again impressed by the intellectuals.
He told Wen Jiajia about the pharmaceutical factory in detail: "The pharmaceutical factory is actually quite close to the troops. The first stop after you enter the city is Chengmen Station, and then walk for more than ten minutes to reach the pharmaceutical factory."
Wen Jiajia pondered.
In this case, a bicycle can be used as a means of commuting, and it will take only an hour.
"This factory is quite large. I heard that there are 2,000 to 3,000 people working there. It's considered a large factory."
Wen Jiajia understood that this meant that in a dozen years or so, the company would most likely face the problem of having too many employees and financial deficits.
Now these factories rely on the state for their livelihood. The state provides them with channels, and no matter what the products they produce are, they will be received by their sister companies.
After more than a decade, they will have to rely on the market for their livelihood. State-owned factories that have no skills and only rely on their old capital will face the risk of bankruptcy or restructuring. By then, the wave of layoffs will begin to show signs.
But these have nothing to do with Wen Jiajia. She will only do this for a few years.
She still has to take the college entrance examination, and she is still aiming to get rich.
Wei Dai finally said, "It's okay. I've only been here for a few days, so there's no need to rush. I'll go to the pharmaceutical factory when I get a chance, and then ask those well-informed people to see if I can find a way to get in."
Okay.
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morning.
Not having to go to work is actually quite relaxing, but it can especially corrode people's ambition.
Wei Dai left early, but Wen Jiajia still slept until noon.
Waking up naturally is so comfortable!
Wen Jiajia rubbed her eyes, sat up, and yawned drowsily.
The temperature is a bit low today, so she took out her thick cotton jacket and put it on.
This is the weather in early spring here. Frost and freezing are very normal, so some vegetables cannot be planted so early unless there is a greenhouse.
I still had porridge this morning.
Wei Dai took out some pickled vegetables and fried them, adding chopped green peppers and chopped spring bamboo shoots, which made them especially fragrant.
The environment shapes one's taste. She now prefers this pickled vegetable to pickled mustard tuber.
"Did your uncle go to dig spring bamboo shoots this morning?" Wen Jiajia asked the two children who were playing puzzles on the sofa.
Wen Chun nodded with his messy hair on his head, ran to the door and pulled out the bamboo basket: "Uncle dug four."
"Wow! What a big bamboo shoot."
Spring bamboo shoots are bigger than winter bamboo shoots. Just four of them are enough to make two dishes.
Wei Dai not only dug bamboo shoots, but also bought pig's trotters.
When Wen Jiajia finished her porridge and was about to wash the dishes, she saw pig's trotters soaking in water in the basin.
Wen Xuan squatted beside them with her butt sticking out, wondering: "Aunt, is it Chinese New Year again today?"
There are pig's trotters, chickens, and fish.
She didn't know that there was still meat in the cupboard.
Wen Jiajia pretended to be serious and teased her: "Isn't it? How old are you now?"
Wen Xuan counted on her fingers, "Four years old."
She still remembered that Grandpa Wei had taught her.
Wen Jiajia thought, you are not even four years old yet. But that is how it is now, it is the year that counts, not the birthday.
So she said, "You will be one year older during the Chinese New Year. After today, you will be five years old."
Wen Xuan's thin eyebrows wrinkled. She is going to be five years old?
At the age of five, he is a big kid and can climb trees.
But now she can't even hold on to the tree. What's going on?
Wen Jiajia made everyone laugh after making them laugh, and ignored Wen Xuan who was confused, and let her go and play.
She rolled up her sleeves and began to plant vegetables in the yard.
The soil was easy to dig. After loosening it in one go, Wen Jiajia suddenly discovered that there were no seeds. He slapped his head and put down the hoe.
"That's stupid." She muttered twice.
Since we can’t grow vegetables for the time being, let’s just deal with the ingredients.
Put the fish aside first and kill the chicken first.
Wen Jiajia is a professional at killing chickens. She didn't dare to do it before, but after killing ducks once, she learned it by herself and her hands never trembled again.
Killing a chicken requires a sharp knife, boiling water, and a cold heart... oh, she has them all.
So the chicken died very peacefully, not cruelly at all, and died with just a cluck.
"Chun'er, come and bring in the chicken blood." Wen Jiajia shouted towards the room.
Wen Xuan ran out quickly. She was not afraid either. Her eyes widened. "Aunt, are we having a treat today?"
Wen Jiajia handed her the bowl of chicken blood and asked, "How did you know?"
Wen Chun: "It's just the end of the year, it's impossible to celebrate the New Year."
Having said that, he ran in again.
My aunt is coaxing my younger sister. My younger sister is so stupid.
She bit her lip and wanted to invite her neighbor's friend to her house. She had eaten pastries at her friend's house yesterday.
But we have a party at home...
"Chun'er, aren't you going out to play today?" Wen Jiajia asked her again.
Wen Chun pursed his lips: "I haven't combed my hair."
Wen Jiajia had forgotten about it, and when she turned around, she saw that the two girls were a bit sloppy.
Wen Xuan walked over and asked, "Aunt, can I invite Xie Yi and his brother to come to my house to play with building blocks?"
"Sure." Wen Jiajia agreed happily. Children should play with children.
Wen Chun really became more lively and she was a little happy.
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