"Uncle Hu, you go back and cook first. I'll wait for someone here; they'll be here soon. This afternoon, Uncle Hu, check the house again to see if there are any leaks. I'll find someone to fix them then."
"Okay, I'll head back now."
Uncle Hu left excitedly. He was going back to cook, and he planned to work hard, save some money, and then he wouldn't have to worry about retirement.
Liang Chao walked around the wasteland where the wormwood stalks had been cut; the work had gone quite well. The tractor would arrive tomorrow, and then they could plow the land. The sooner they finished, the sooner they could sow the seeds, and maybe they could even harvest a crop of soybeans.
"Hello, are you Comrade Liang Chao?"
"I am, and you are?"
Liang Chao was completely stunned. What did he call him?
"I am Shi Jun."
"Yes, yes, yes, Shi Jun, I didn't remember for a moment, I was so busy I was confused. Come on, let's talk over here."
Liang Chao led Shi Jun outside. The wormwood stalks had just been cut, and there were stubble everywhere.
“I heard from Director Meng that you can drive and repair cars. As you saw when you came here, this place is still a wasteland for now. The next few years will be the construction phase, and the work will probably be quite varied.”
Liang Chao had to make the premise clear first: this wasn't some large, prestigious state-owned factory that people envied. They were just a private business, and maybe they'd gain some fame in ten years.
"Will your boss think I'm disabled?"
Hearing this, Liang Chao felt a pang of sadness. They had once been the bravest and most fearless people...
“Look at me, I’ve been working for over two years.”
Liang Chao raised his left arm to show him his missing left hand.
The two looked at each other and laughed!
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