Chapter 055: Become Stronger When Facing Stronger

Chapter 055: Become Stronger When Facing Stronger

However, Wen Chun and Wen Xuan still couldn't go because the hospital didn't allow so many children in.

"Comrade, you're going too far. It would be fine if you brought one or two children, but why did you bring six or seven? What if they rush in and bump into people?" The security guard at the hospital gate stopped Wen Jiajia and his group dutifully.

There are mostly patients inside, so if something happens, the hospital will be held responsible. If something happens to a child, the hospital will be held twice as responsible.

Suddenly, he noticed that Wen Jiajia's eyes were filled with vigilance. He felt that this comrade was quite unreliable, and if possible, he didn't want to let the adults in.

Wen Jiajia: “…”

To be honest, she didn't want to.

These children were not brought by her, but followed along the way. When they heard that they were going to see Xiaopang, they clamored to come too, and Wen Jiajia couldn't get them to leave no matter how hard she tried.

Suddenly, six or seven children stood in a row, looking at Wen Jiajia eagerly.

Wen Jiajia was also afraid that something might happen, so she snatched the basket from Wen Chun's hand and said to them, "None of you should go in. Just stand outside. I will tell you how Xiao Pang is doing after I have finished my inspection."

Wen Xuan pouted: "Aunt, but we want to see Xiaopang in person."

Wen Chun nodded. She was afraid that Xiaopang had died and she would never see him again.

Wen Jiajia frowned: "Are you still going to listen to me? If you don't, I won't help you take care of your toys."

Wen Chun and Wen Xuan were extremely depressed and stood by with wrinkled faces, as if they had suffered a severe blow.

Xie Yi took out two colorful stones from his pocket and handed them to Wen Jiajia: "Auntie, help me take this to Xiaopang."

Others also took out their gifts.

It would have been fine if there were just stones, but there was also mud, a stick, and a feather that looked like it might be a chicken or a bird. Wen Jiajia was also quite intoxicated by what she saw.

She really doesn't understand children's friendship.

Wen Jiajia brought a lot of things into the hospital. She just asked a nurse passing by and the nurse showed her the way.

"The fat guy who was poisoned by mercurochrome, right? He's on the second floor, room 206. The stairs are in front of you. Just go straight ahead."

Wen Jiajia thanked her and walked on.

I went upstairs and found room 206. When I opened the door, there were a lot of people inside and it was quite lively.

"Jia Jia, come and sit down." Little Fatty's mother hurriedly pulled her to sit down. After hearing Jia Jia carefully observing her, she saw that she looked okay, so it seemed that Little Fatty was also doing okay.

Wen Jiajia smiled and said, "I came to see Xiaopang. There are a group of kids stuck outside the door downstairs. They asked me to bring in all these miscellaneous things of mine."

Then he stuffed the pork into her hand and said, "When I went to your house, no one was home, so I brought it to the hospital. You asked the canteen to cook it for Xiaopang."

The hospital provides cooking services. When Wen Jiajia sent her two children to the hospital, she asked the hospital cafeteria to help steam egg custard for her. They also added a little bit of pork fat, which tasted delicious.

As usual, the little fat mother refused twice, then took it. There was nothing to be rude about, I would always return it in the future.

"Where is Xiaopang?" Wen Jiajia asked.

"I'm doing the checkup. The doctor said that if there's no major problem today or tomorrow, I can go home. The hospital beds are tight... Hey, Jiajia, you don't know, but a few people were sent here from the city yesterday. I heard that there was no way to save them in the city. It was noisy for half the night, and it wasn't until six o'clock this morning that everything calmed down." said the fat mother.

Wen Jiajia was standing next to an aunt who looked familiar but couldn't remember her name. She said, "I heard when I just arrived that a boiler in a factory exploded and injured several people. Our military hospital is good at treating burns, and they sent the patients here. How could such a bad thing happen? The New Year is almost here, and we should be safe and happy as a family."

Wen Jiajia was surprised: "Which factory?"

"Who knows? The family members were all crying outside the operating room, so I didn't dare to ask any more questions."

"It looks like a chemical plant." Another auntie said, "I heard from the nurse that it's a good thing it wasn't an explosion in the workshop, otherwise most people would have died on the spot, and there would be no chance of rescue."

Wen Jiajia was stunned, then sighed: "That is indeed a blessing in disguise."

She had only been to a few factories in total. Apart from pharmaceutical factories, she was most familiar with chemical factories. She had been there before, and there was an explosion at a chemical factory.

It seems that every factory in the city will be very busy in the near future, and the investigation of production risks may have to last until the end of the year.

Xiaopang came back quickly. The child walked back with strong steps, but he looked listless and not very energetic.

As soon as he came back, he asked, "Mom, when can I go home? I'm thinking about having a snowball fight. What if the snow melts? Then... I'll be the only one left."

As he was speaking, his eyes saw the basket of things that Wen Jiajia brought.

He paused, then his eyes lit up.

"Aunt Chun'er, this seems to be Chun'er's toy, and also Xiaoyi's stone!" Xiaopang was so surprised that he almost jumped up.

Wen Jiajia said, "They are all at the door and can't get in, so they asked me to bring the things to you."

Wen Chun and Wen Xuan were given the wooden guns that Wei Dai made for them.

Xiaopang was so happy that if his mother hadn't stopped him, he would have run out to play with his friends.

Wen Jiajia and the fat boy's mother were not very familiar with each other, so she did not stay long. Before leaving, she touched the fat boy's round head and said, "Take good care of yourself. When you recover, go play basketball with Chun'er and Xuanxuan."

"Okay, I'll learn it too!" Xiaopang sat on the bed, happily playing with various toys.

The thought that being sick is good and that being sick is a blessing suddenly popped up in his mind.

I thought so and said so.

As expected, my mother pinched my face. Wen Jiajia heard Xiaopang screaming in pain after she walked three or four steps out of the door.

Before leaving the hospital, she deliberately went around to another building and saw many people from the chemical factory.

One of them was a leader whom she met when she accompanied Director Xue to the chemical plant.

But this leader was surrounded by a group of people at the moment, and he was so anxious that his head was about to smoke. Wen Jiajia did not go over to him. She went to the pharmacy to get two bottles of digestive tablets before leaving.

The children were still waiting. Wen Jiajia said, "Go home, everyone. Xiaopang is fine. He will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow and can play with you guys."

"Really?" a child asked.

Wen Jiajia: "Really? How can I lie to you?"

The child hung his head and muttered, "If I had known he would be out tomorrow, I wouldn't have given my pheasant tail feather to Xiaopang. I like it so much, but Xiaopang will definitely not give it back to me."

“…”

She didn't understand children's friendship at all.

Wen Jiajia brought a group of children back to her neighborhood. Everyone who met her on the way jokingly called her the king of children.

She felt that the title was somewhat embarrassing and hurried home.

Wen Chun and Wen Xuan didn't want to go back as there was still snow on the ground, so they decided to play house.

A group of children used the accumulated snow to build pots and stoves, and picked leaves for vegetables.

Wen Jiajia started working after returning home.

After she steamed the rice, she went into her room, took out her notebook and prepared to write a report.

She also longs for a promotion. Although the final outcome is to be on unpaid leave, the salary after promotion is higher.

So you have to take the initiative to work, guess the task before the leader assigns it, and then complete the task.

Fortunately, Wen Jiajia knew the situation in the workshop, at least the situation in the sixth workshop, very well, so the manuscript was written smoothly.

At this time, the advantage of her frequently inspecting the machines in the workshop on behalf of Director Xue became apparent.

This was a trivial job. It was originally done by Li Haijun in the office. Director Xue thought Li Haijun's work was not good enough, so he gave it to her. Li Haijun didn't think much of this job, and didn't care when he learned that it was handed over to Wen Jiajia. Who would have thought that this job would bring her a manuscript?

In addition, Wen Jiajia has a good relationship with the workers in the workshop, so she knows a lot of things that only the front-line workers know.

She finished writing more than 2,000 words in one hour, which was quite efficient for her.

At noon, Wei Dai did not come back for lunch, so Wen Jiajia could only reluctantly put down her pen and get up to cook.

She glanced at the taro in the corner of the kitchen and fried a plate of spicy and sour taro shreds.

I like to eat something with a strong flavor in winter. Wen Jiajia can eat two bowls of rice just with this dish.

Then steam a bowl of egg custard, and lunch is ready.

Wen Jiajia didn't bother with the two children. They were children, not fools. They would come back for dinner when they got hungry after playing.

After finishing her meal, Wen Jiajia put the dishes in the pot to keep them warm and then returned to her room to continue working.

A good manuscript cannot be written in one or two hours, or even two or three hours.

Wen Jiajia has only written a rough and detailed outline, which will need to be deleted and supplemented later.

Not only that, after writing, it has to be proofread. After proofreading and sending it in, if Director Xue is not satisfied, it has to be revised again.

The manuscripts written by Wen Jiajia were fine, and they were basically not revised more than three times.

Sha Yue was not so good. She could revise her manuscript six or seven times. According to her, she even revised it more than ten times when she first came, which annoyed Director Xue. He asked her to submit only two basic manuscripts in the next month. One work report and one ideological report, each of which had to be submitted at the beginning of the next month.

No snow tonight, but record low temperatures.

There was a howling cold wind outside, making the unlocked doors of people's houses rattle.

Wen Jiajia looked out the window. The cold wind made her hair messy. Wei Dai had not come back yet.

The two children have fallen asleep. They were very tired today and went to bed early after dinner.

Wen Jiajia walked over, touched their quilts, then took away the quilts and hand warmers.

She replaced the hand warmer with a bag of hot water and stuffed it into the quilt. Wen Jiajia propped the courtyard door against a stone, inserted the key to the living room door into the door, and then went back to her room to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Wen Jiajia felt a gust of cold air rushing into her quilt, and she subconsciously moved to the side.

But it was cold next to me, so I could only hide back and asked in a daze, "Are you back?"

Wei Dai held her in his arms: "Yeah."

He felt like he was hugging a hot stove, while Wen Jiajia felt like she was lying in an ice cellar.

Gradually, both of them warmed up and fell asleep.

The next day was another painful working day.

Wen Jiajia woke up in the cold wind and arrived at the pharmacy on time, without even having time to buy breakfast.

Since I didn’t buy anything, I’ll just go to the cafeteria and eat.

There is also breakfast in the cafeteria. After all, there are many workers living in the pharmaceutical factory, and those workers living in the dormitories cannot open a fire in the dormitory.

It was already half past eight when Wen Jiajia arrived at the cafeteria, and only cold porridge was left by the window.

"Comrade, are there any buns today?"

Wen Jiajia saw a steamer in the window, and on top of it there was a towel used to steam buns.

"Yes! And they are big meat buns. You come too late. You can't even smell the steam from the pot at this time." The lady inside said with a smile.

Wen Jiajia sighed and said, "There's nothing I can do. I don't live in the factory."

As she said this, she asked the aunt to scoop her some hot porridge.

"Okay! You wait." The old lady scooped the cooled porridge from the bucket into her lunch box, took it to the back kitchen, and brought it out about four or five minutes later.

The lunch box was very hot, so Wen Jiajia borrowed a rag from the old lady and brought it to the table.

Then he went to serve the side dishes.

If you eat porridge, there will be a side dish of pickled cabbage hearts and pickled cowpeas.

Wen Jiajia took out another oil-paper bag from her pocket and carefully poured some into the porridge.

What is this? It's pork floss.

Wen Jiajia bought it from Hao Qingying, but only a small bag, so she simply ate it in the factory.

She said she would make it during this time, and Wen Jiajia planned to buy some more to take home.

Wen Jiajia enjoyed the porridge with meat floss very much.

There were not many people in the cafeteria. Several logistics staff were tidying up the tables and talking about the latest hot news - the boiler explosion at a chemical plant.

"Wow! I heard a bang the night before last. I was so scared that I jumped out of bed. I thought something had collapsed. My child was so scared that he cried and peed himself. He didn't dare to sleep all night."

"Your home is so far away, how could you be scared? My niece works in a chemical factory. She lives in the dormitory next to the boiler room. Her ears were almost blown off! She ran to my house at night and was so scared that she kept crying."

"Hey, how did it explode?"

"It seemed that there was a traffic jam somewhere, and we were working overtime that night, so who knew this would happen. The hospital corridors were full of people, and even our factory's infirmary was assigned to bandage people's wounds. No one was killed on the spot, but there were several seriously injured. I don't know if they can be saved."

"No wonder the factory leaders went to each workshop to check early yesterday morning."

"One day of inspection is not enough. They said that inspections are scheduled for the next three days."

"If you ask me, we should check every month. We only remember to check when something goes wrong. Anyway, we don't worry about these things in the kitchen. We don't even have gas in the kitchen. We rely on firewood and coal."

He said this with a hint of resentment, after all, he still had to chop wood in such a cold weather.

Wen Jiajia heard the fresh news, washed her lunch box and returned to the office.

When Sha Yue saw her coming back, she quickly handed her the newspaper and pointed to an article on it and said, "Look, the article about our city's chemical plant has also appeared in the Workers' Daily."

Wen Jiajia took it and read it. It was well written, but the author was just unlucky as such a big thing had to happen to him.

Sha Yue touched her belly and said, "I just found out when I came here this morning. One of my classmates had his face injured by an explosion. He went to your hospital. I don't know how he is now. Does your military hospital allow people to visit patients?"

Wen Jiajia said to her, "Take a rest. You're pregnant." She was not afraid of the slippery road even in the heavy snow.

"Besides," she added, "you can visit family members, but not classmates. We can go in as we please, but we have to register."

Shayue sighed and sat back in her seat.

Wen Jiajia took the notebook and went to the next workshop. She needed to continue to understand the situation in the workshop.

There are only seven machines in the entire sixth workshop, two of which are on the verge of being scrapped.

"In fact, it should have been eliminated long ago. In 1964, two foreigners came to repair it and said it was an antique and would have been taken to a scrap yard. In the end, it was just a scrap. We spent a lot of effort to repair it and patch it up, and it has been used for another 10 years." Team leader Wei sighed. He stroked the machine with his hand, feeling very emotional.

"As for the other five machines, every one of them has exceeded their service life. The biggest worry is that some of their parts will break down. These are all imported, and there are only so many parts. Once they are used up, they will be gone. That's why our workshop strives for new machines every year. Even if we don't have new machines, new parts will do."

Wen Jiajia thought, no wonder the people in the workshop treated the machines as their own children and had to clean them every day.

Suddenly, she had an idea and tried to put her hand on the machine.

A few seconds later, he placed it on another table as if nothing had happened. Finally, he took two steps to the side and placed it on the machine in the corner.

The light screen appeared, and Wen Jiajia's breathing stopped for a moment.

What is synthesized?

Wen Jiajia was only attracted by one of the options - the tablet press.

It is still a ZP-21W tablet press.

She had never worked in the relevant industry in her previous life, so naturally she didn't know what the ZP-21W tablet press was like.

But the system is still pretty good. It put a bracket behind the ZP-21W tablet press and marked "Made in China in 1980" inside.

In other words, this machine is definitely more advanced than the ones currently in the workshop.

Her breathing became rapid again. The ordinary golden finger suddenly used a powerful move on her. She was delighted but also a little frightened.

But within a few seconds of panic, he calmed down again.

There was no point in panicking, as she couldn't combine these old machines quietly, nor could she take out new machines.

So Wen Jiajia's mood quickly calmed down, at least on the surface. Only Xiao Lai beside her noticed that something was wrong with her.

Xiao Lai was puzzled: "Jia Jia, are you okay? You look like you can't breathe."

Wen Jiajia shook her head: "Nothing... I just remembered that the doors and windows at home were not closed."

Xiao Lai: "What's the big deal? Don't you live in the military family quarters outside the city? No thief will come to your place."

But this reason is understandable. The weather is so cold, who knows if it will snow? It’s okay that the door is not closed, but it is really worrying that the window is not closed.

Wen Jiajia took the notebook and returned to the office. Her heart was pounding and she didn't even want to write the manuscript.

She is now a little curious about where all the obsolete machines in the factory are.

"Where is it? I don't know. It was taken away when it was eliminated. It should be at the scrap collection station." In response to Wen Jiajia's inquiry, Sha Yue thought for a while and said.

"But why are you asking this?" Shayue asked again.

Wen Jiajia: "I'm writing an article recently, so I wanted to see what the scrapped machines look like after they've been damaged."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Haijun turned around.

"Did Director Xue ask you to write it?" he asked.

Wen Jiajia was speechless, and said faintly: "No, I just like to write it."

Li Haijun was relieved. He said, "Some of the obsolete old machines are in the warehouse, and some have been taken away to be melted down to make other things. Those in the warehouse are actually not completely useless. If a machine part in a workshop breaks down in the future, we can still look for replacement parts from those obsolete machines."

Wen Jiajia asked again: "When will the obsolete machines be taken away?"

"It will take at least two or three years. The last time I came to get the machine was two years ago. And if someone comes to fix it...if it can be fixed, it will probably be sold to some small factory down there."

Wen Jiajia thought to herself, this is truly a new decade, an old decade, and another ten years of mending and patching, just like wearing clothes, patching them up and leaving them for the younger ones to wear.

She thought that she had to find a way to go in and take a look.

For a moment, Wen Jiajia held the pen and was lost in thought, staring blankly out the window.

In the afternoon, Workshop 6 received inspection from leaders.

Wen Jiajia also saw Wei Dai’s friend, Director Song Jiacheng, who was also among the leaders.

During the inspection, the workshop stopped working and all the workers stood in the open space at the door.

After the inspection, the leader still has to give a speech.

There was no nonsense in this speech. Every word was related to safety and everyone listened to it.

About half an hour later, the group left.

Wen Jiajia had a new idea and quickly returned to the office to continue writing.

This manuscript took her three days to finish, but she did not hand it in. Instead, she applied for a trip to the warehouse under the pretext of writing the manuscript.

The warehouse is a strategic area, just like the kitchen, no one is allowed to enter casually.

The pharmaceutical factory has six warehouses, four of which are in use. The two smaller ones only store miscellaneous items such as tables, chairs and benches, and people usually go there to rest. In the summer, the two warehouses are very cool and suitable for sleeping.

The warehouse where the machines are stored has the largest area and is also strictly guarded.

Wen Jiajia came to the first warehouse with the application form signed by Director Xue and gave it to the gatekeeper.

"Why would you need to look at an old machine to write an article?" The gatekeeper was puzzled, but she still lowered her head to record Wen Jiajia's visit, then took the key to open the door and instructed: "Don't touch it or take anything out, not even a screw."

"good."

Wen Jiajia nodded and went in.

Inside...how should I put it, it was beyond her imagination.

It was empty inside. The 500-square-meter room was less than a quarter full.

She finally understood what Director Xue meant by his look. Director Xue obviously meant that her trip would be in vain.

"It's useless if it's useless!" Wen Jiajia muttered in a low voice. Anyway, her main purpose was not to write the article.

She walked closer and looked at them one by one.

There are obsolete tablet presses, distilled water machines, sugar coating machines, etc.

Wen Jiajia tried the synthesis again, but this time she did not choose a tablet press, so there was no tablet press among the three options, but there was a spray drying tower.

This is also a good thing, and pharmaceutical factories are in great demand for it.

Wen Jiajia was finally satisfied with her golden finger that made her stronger when facing a strong opponent. She felt that she could make a lot of money by selling production lines in the future.

Finally, Wen Jiajia tried all the machine shuffle combinations and left with satisfaction.

The gatekeeper was quite puzzled, wondering what had he discovered that made him so happy.

The next day, Wen Jiajia gave the manuscript to Director Xue for review.

At that time, the incident about the chemical plant explosion had not yet concluded. Wen Jiajia's article was of excellent quality and obviously hit the nail on the head.

Director Xue nodded after reading it: "There's nothing to complain about. Do you want me to help you mail it or do you want to mail it yourself?"

Wen Jiajia quickly said, "I'll mail it myself." She didn't want the letter to pass through the mailroom, so she stopped by the post office on her way home in the evening to mail the letter.

When I got home, Wei Dai had already prepared the meal.

There were some large packages next to the sofa. Wen Jiajia was curious and went forward to take a look: "Are they sent from my hometown?"

Wei Dai: "It was sent by my eldest sister. She hopes that I can send Wenzhu to the art troupe."

"……ah?"

Wei Dai: "Don't pay attention to her, she just does whatever she wants. Why would a little girl like her join an art troupe when she's studying?"

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