"Lulu, if you want to go to the Propaganda Department or the office, I think with your ability, if you really want to go to these two places, I can find a way to get you an adjunct position. Let's forget about the solitary confinement room. It will make people uncomfortable if they stay there for a long time." Jun Jing advised.
Bai Lu: ...
She is busy enough eating, sleeping and working hard to improve her life, so how can she have the time to work in those places?
But she was too lazy to waste time explaining.
Seeing that the floor was almost laid, Bai Lu pulled the electrical wires into the house to lay the cables. She was worried about letting others do this job.
The main reason was that all the wires in Junjing's house were hanging outside, which was messy and ugly. At that time, the electrician probably didn't have the awareness to lay out the wires.
Before Bai Lu laid all the wooden boards on the ground, he arranged the wires on the wall. This way, when they installed the wall panels, they could hide the wires behind the wall, which was both beautiful and safe.
There were also some tricks to wiring. Bai Lu used the fire-proof material she'd brought back from the military industry to wrap the wires. Her house was all wood wrapped in a layer. If a fire broke out, it would burn instantly and the whole house would become a crematorium...
Jun Jing wondered, reflecting on himself. Was his wife's desire to work because she wasn't earning enough? Or was it because she was bored at home and he wasn't making her happy? Did she want to work to earn money, or was she just looking for a job?
One word: worry!
Two words: What to do?
Three words: Stop her.
After Bai Lu laid the electrical wires, Jun Jing and the others started laying the walls.
The frames are all made of mortise and tenon structure, which is very tight. The wires hidden at the back are not afraid of being damaged by nails.
"My sister-in-law is really capable and can even be an electrician!" Chen Yuanjie praised, feeling extremely envious.
She hadn't eaten lunch at noon because she was sleepy and had a lot on her mind, and now she was starving.
Bai Lu found some copper and then went to the backyard to get her copper pot. She was greedy and had been thinking about it for several days...
Nothing can stop her from eating and drinking well.
The task that was originally scheduled to take a whole day was completed in just one afternoon because of the addition of a worker named Bai. The room where Bai Lu lived was already complete and only needed to be painted.
Junjing gave money to Aunt Wang to help buy groceries.
Bai Lu welded a large copper pot large enough for six people to eat, then burned some coal and put it in. She also secretly exchanged a bag of Haidilao clear soup seasoning and threw it into the copper pot, pretending to take onions and other things from Aunt Wang and put them in.
When Political Commissar Wang came back, he smelled a sweet aroma wafting from the courtyard. He followed the aroma and came over. Seeing Jun Jing and the others eating, he stood nearby and asked, "Are you eating?"
"The political commissar is here? Has he eaten yet? If not, please sit down and have something to eat with us." Aunt Wang was being polite, thinking that the political commissar must have eaten in the cafeteria by now that he had returned.
However, Political Commissar Wang sat down.
Bai Lu: ...
Jun Jing: ...
Chen Yuanjie: ...Ahhh! I haven't had dinner with the political commissar yet. I'm so nervous!
Aunt Wang: ...She was just being polite. Why is she sitting down? I wonder if there's enough food...
Chen Yuanjie felt that although Jun Tuan’s wife’s interrogation skills were not very good, the pot she cooked was enough to make people drool!
Political Commissar Wang used to eat copper pots often in Beijing, but this was his first time in the army. "Where did you get this pot? It's nice to eat a pot in winter!"
Jun Jing: ...
Bai Lu: I won’t tell you.
While eating the hotpot, Bai Lu was enjoying herself, thinking that they were almost done with the beef and mutton.
Chen Yuanjie wanted to swallow his tongue, "It's a pity there aren't many of these, otherwise I could take them to the cafeteria and let everyone taste them!"
Jun Jing lowered his head and said nothing, and Bai Lu continued to play dumb, pretending not to hear.
This material was taken back from the Military Industry Department. It would be fine if she secretly made one for her own use, but she had to let Zhao Jianjun know that she had made a copper pot for hot pot under the guise of research and development...
I probably won't give her any more materials in the future.
Aunt Wang, having lived to this age, naturally knew how difficult it was to eat hotpot these days. She slapped Chen Yuanjie on the head and said, "Your husband and your sister-in-law are so full of food that you can't stop talking nonsense. You still have time to think about others."
Chen Yuanjie shut up.
After dinner, Bailu went into the house and went to the toilet to mix pollution-free anti-corrosion paint.
Any materials she brought back from the Military Industry Department were useful.
Jun Jing was called over by Political Commissar Wang to discuss something.
"This girl from Bai Chen is a real treasure! She's a talented person with both literary and martial skills, and her professional abilities are excellent! The comrades in the Propaganda Department heard that the slogans she taught to the aunts and sisters-in-law in the courtyard were novel and catchy, so they wanted to adopt them.
Go back and discuss it with her. Give her a subsidy of 10 yuan for each slogan. 'A harmonious society is the Chinese Dream, where neighbors help each other like a family!', 'A harmonious society is our common dream!', 'A harmonious family brings happiness, a harmonious nation brings prosperity!' We've accepted it. The comrades in the Propaganda Department will prepare a report on the culture of the military compound based on these slogans for publication in the newspaper."
Jun Jing agreed, and when he returned to the room, he smelled a strange smell. Fearing that Bai Lu had been poisoned, he opened the window.
"It's okay, this won't do any harm to the human body." Bai Lu said, handing the foot basin to Jun Jing, "You go paint, I'll do something else. After the paint is done and it's air-dried for three days, you can move in."
Jun Jing stood still and took the basin of paint. "Political Commissar Wang said that he had selected three of the slogans you wrote yesterday for a report on military compound culture. Those slogans might be used as propaganda slogans for military compound culture. I'll give them to you for 10 yuan each. Is that okay with you?"
Bai Lu was slightly stunned, then nodded happily, "Of course." You'd be a bastard if you don't make money!
Junjing: My wife wants to go to work, probably because she is unhappy without an income!
The man went back to the house and flipped through the book for a while. He took out all the money, bills, and a [20,000 Yuan People's Bank of China fixed-term savings certificate] and put them in a biscuit tin, took it out, and handed it to Bai Lu.
"These are my savings over the years. The money I earn is enough for us to spend. If you feel it is not enough, I will find a way. You don't have to work to make money." Jun Jing's words were extremely awkward.
Bai Lu: ...
Haven’t we gotten around this yet?
He glanced at the tin box, opened it and took a look, but ultimately didn't take it. "Take these for yourself. When we get divorced, they will be your second wife's money."
"Are you still planning to divorce me?" Jun Jing raised his brows. "Didn't we agree not to divorce?"
"Hurry up and paint." Bai Lu was a little impatient.
Jun Jing felt depressed, as the two of them had been getting along very well these days.
Jun Jing was feeling suffocated. Analyst, Gu Mo? Lu Chengxun? Or some other fresh-faced youngster?
It’s still his fault. He should be nice to his wife!
"Lulu, let's live a good life."
"..." Bai Lu looked at the man with dead eyes and a blank stare.
Jun Jing went to paint quickly, but he kept thinking about this.
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