She couldn't get through this life. She finally bought some meat. With the help of her old lover, she was preparing to cook some meat to show off. But look at the smell in the yard. It smells so good!
It stinks!
The terrible smell covered up the aroma of her meat, and Aunt Su was so angry that she kept rolling her eyes.
How come the fragrance can't cover the stench? It's really annoying. But no matter how angry she is, other people still eat what they want. It's really annoying. Although she was very unhappy, Aunt Su really had no reason to go out and jump.
She is not this kind of person, and her previous hospitalization was also a bit of a commotion, so Aunt Su doesn't want to stand out too much. She has always been a pitiful person, and if she stands out too much, how can she continue to play the victim in the future?
Aunt Su felt aggrieved, but she still cooked meat and was in a good mood.
This is very contradictory.
Aunt Su was in such a conflicted mood. She quietly leaned against the window and looked out. She saw Zhao Guihua washing pig intestines again. She curled her lips, and then saw that her family was eating meat, which was much better than offal, and she became happy again.
She hummed softly and started a little tune.
Even though Mingmei had a day off in the afternoon, she didn't help Zhao Guihua here. Zhao Guihua knew that her daughter-in-law was careless about her work. Other things didn't matter to her, but when it came to food... Zhao Guihua couldn't trust her, and she had to eat it.
She was sent by Zhao Guihua to pick up her child from the kindergarten. The child was raised in a rough way, and even the kindergarten did not have any pick-up service. All the children in the alley went to school together. The reason for pick-up today was because it was raining.
As for the fish, it rained all day long.
In the evening, everyone had gotten off work, even Priscilla Chan had returned, but the rain had not stopped yet.
Zhuang Zhixi really scared his wife to death. He said helplessly: "What's wrong with you? Why are you causing trouble again? If something happens to you, I will be very worried."
Although Mingmei was doing good things, as a family member, Zhuang Zhixi must be very worried about his wife. He didn't care about others, he just didn't want his wife to encounter any danger.
Mingmei knew that Zhuang Zhixi was worried about her, and said coquettishly: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. If I really can't beat you, I won't do anything."
Zhuang Zhixi rolled his eyes at this, and said sincerely: "I don't expect you to get a raise, I just hope you're fine. I'm not worried about you hitting someone, I'm just afraid of their revenge. After all, you don't know what's going on with them, don't you think?"
Mingmei: "Then my dad and his friends are not easy to mess with."
Seeing Zhuang Zhixi's face getting worse, she quickly said, "Okay, I know you're worried about me, I'll think about it carefully next time. Okay?"
She shook Zhuang Zhixi's arm coquettishly, and Zhuang Zhixi finally couldn't resist her and nodded helplessly.
Mingmei laughed and said, "It's really okay."
She said: "My sister-in-law was also there at the time. By the way, sister-in-law, is your mother okay?"
Liang Meifen was a little embarrassed because the couple was having a quarrel, but when she heard this question, she quickly said, "It's okay. I'm old and my body is fragile. I'm bound to get hurt, but it's not serious."
Liang Meifen was really exhausted today. She had enough things to do. Who would have thought that when she returned to her parents' home in the evening to ride her bicycle, she found out that her father and brother had misunderstood and thought that the bicycle was for their family. They were happily thinking about riding it to his girlfriend's house to show off. If Liang Meifen hadn't taken the key with her, the bicycle might have been gone.
This time, Liang Meifen did not dare to be generous. She almost firmly rejected her brother. Because of this, the two siblings had a conflict, and her father also yelled at her, saying that her daughter was a ruthless person.
Her younger brother even accused her of not caring about sibling relationships.
This made Leung Mei-fen very uncomfortable. She had done so much for her mother's family, but her mother didn't understand her, and her father and her brother didn't understand her either. This really made Leung Mei-fen very uncomfortable.
Even so, Leung Mei-fun was determined not to keep the bicycle.
Although she was confused, she knew that if she gave her mother-in-law's bicycle to her parents' home, it would not be a matter of whether she divorced or not. Her mother-in-law would definitely take the receipt to sue them for "robbery", so she did not dare to underestimate her mother-in-law at all.
Liang Meifen was wronged at her parents' home, and she was in a bad mood after returning. But even so, she didn't dare to say anything to her husband's family, for fear of being discovered. If his family's Zhuang Zhiyuan knew that her parents dared to ask for three turns and one ring, thirty-six legs, he would definitely divorce her.
She was really tired, Mei-Fun rubbed her temples.
Zhao Guihua glanced at Liang Meifen. In fact, she knew what Liang Meifen was upset about, but she didn't care about such things. She was not a kind and good mother-in-law. Liang Meifen was a person who would get ahead of others.
If you are not nice to her, she will control herself; if you are nice to her, she will start to go back to her parents' home.
I've seen it in my previous life.
Zhao Guihua didn't want to be anyone's nanny in her life. She was very busy. She said, "My dear wife, your mother is injured. Will you go over to take care of her these days?"
Liang Meifen shook her head: "I don't need to go over there. My mother can take care of herself. Besides, my mother has been discharged from the hospital. She is recuperating at home."
Zhao Guihua frowned: "Discharged from hospital? Didn't you say you were beaten?"
Liang Meifen nodded: "Yes, the hospital also said that it is better to stay in the hospital, but my mother is worried about my father and my brother. If she is hospitalized, who will take care of them? So my mother was determined to be discharged from the hospital."
Zhao Guihua sneered and said, "Don't your father and your brother have their own hands and feet? They always need someone to take care of them? What nonsense."
Liang Meifen's heart trembled when she heard Zhao Guihua's tone, but Zhao Guihua didn't say much. Instead, she gave up the topic with disinterest and said, "Well, since you don't have to take care of your mother, let's go to the suburbs to pick mushrooms tomorrow."
Mei-Fun Leung: "Okay, shall we bring fishing rods?"
"Take it and see if there is any gain."
Mingmei was envious and said, "I want to go up the mountain, too."
Although she encountered a big snake last time, Mingmei was not afraid at all. Instead, she was very excited. She is not the kind of person who would have shadows. Mingmei has been like this since she was a child. The more she is afraid of something, the closer she gets to it. After a while, she is no longer afraid.
Of course, if she didn't have this unyielding character, she wouldn't be the big sister of the family compound.
She wanted very much to go, however, to work.
Mingmei: "Going to work is really a stumbling block to my relaxation."
Having said that, I also know that it is impossible not to go to work. These days, it is extremely important to have a formal job.
Somehow, Mingmei thought of her dream. In her dream, there would be a wave of layoffs in ten or twenty years, and even their machinery factory closed down in the 1990s. But even so, their bus station was fine. It was just a reorganization. Mingmei sighed deeply that her job was really safe.
"What are you thinking about? It's time to eat."
"good!"
Braised pork, I love it very much.
The family had a good dinner. Zhuang Laonian spoke up, which was rare during the meal, and said, "Our family has a good meal this year. I feel more energetic than before, and I have gained weight."
Zhuang Laonian and Zhao Guihua were both thin people, but it was hard to find a fat person these days. Even Zhou Li, who came from a well-off family, was thin. The fattest people in their yard were the chef Li and his wife.
But they are just strong, not fat.
Besides, he is a cook. When have you ever seen a cook starve to death? So Zhuang Lao Ni is quite thin, but this year, he eats meat and fish once a week, which is equivalent to improving twice a week. It has only been a short time, but you can see that he has gained weight.
Zhuang Laonian is just feeling it himself. If he doesn't say it, other people won't notice it either, but it's quite obvious to the children. Little Tiger and Little Swallow both have a little more flesh than before, and it's noticeable on their cheeks.
Zhao Guihua: "It's good to gain some weight. You are so old now, you have to learn to take care of yourself."
Zhuang Lao Ni laughed, feeling slightly proud in his heart, and glanced at his two sons with a bit of boasting. He, as a father, had better vision than his sons. In his opinion, both daughters-in-law had their own shortcomings, but his wife was the best! No one else could compare to her. Look, she cared about him so much.
Zhuang Lao's smugness did not poke his two sons at all. Both sons were a little absent-minded today. Even though they had a good meal, they were still absent-minded. One was dazed, and the other two were also dazed.
I don't know what to think.
Zhuang Laonian's pride is like throwing a wink to a blind man.
It's no wonder. Zhuang Zhiyuan and Zhuang Zhixi were both affected by today's events to some extent, and were both distracted.
Zhuang Laonian: “…” You really don’t take me, your father, seriously.
"Xiao Zhuang, Xiao Zhuang~"
Zhuang Zhixi immediately came back to his senses and said, "I'm at home."
The one who came to look for someone was Yang Lixin. Yang Lixin smiled and said, "Have you finished eating? Come out for a moment. I have something to talk to you about."
Zhuang Zhixi: “OK!”
He took two quick bites of his food, put down his bowl, and followed Yang Lixin out.
Zhao Guihua: "I don't know what these guys are doing."
She muttered to herself, but didn't take it to heart.
Zhuang Zhixi went out with Yang Lixin. It was still drizzling. The two stood under the eaves. He asked, "Brother Yang, what do you want to talk to me about?"
Yang Lixin really had something to worry about. He lowered his voice and asked quietly, "Did you see Bai Fendou today?"
Zhuang Zhixi shook his head: "No, what's the matter?"
Yang Lixin frowned slightly, then said, "That's fine."
Zhuang Zhixi: “???”
He scratched his head, very curious: "No, if you want to find Bai Fendou, why don't you go to his house directly? Besides, there's something else you said, why don't I quite understand it. What's wrong with him?"
Yang Lixin: "Nothing, nothing, I'm leaving first."
Zhuang Zhixi: "...What's going on?"
Yang Lixin is a strange person who comes and goes in a hurry.
Zhuang Zhixi said, even though I am a very smart person, I can't figure out what you are trying to do.
But I guess there's something to it.
He shrugged helplessly, turned around and went home, muttering: "What did Bai Fighting do again."
Zhuang Zhixi didn't really care about Bai Fendou's affairs. What did it have to do with him? He muttered to himself, and when he looked up, he saw Mingmei smiling at him. Zhuang Zhixi blinked and thought: I'll let you watch me. I'll take care of you tonight.
As punishment for your "adventure" today.
Zhuang Zhixi: “Hehehe…”
Mingmei: “…”
This smile doesn't look like that of a good person.
It wasn't until the evening that Mingmei realized what it meant to not be like a good person. This person was not a good person.
What kind of person is this? She is more tired after exercising for a while at night than after working for a whole day! It's outrageous! Zhuang Zhixi was in a good mood. He boasted: "Look, I don't need to eat pig kidneys and I'm fine."
Mingmei pulled the quilt over her head and asked, "Who wants to hear you say this?"
Zhuang Zhixi looked at her and laughed. Now that the weather was warm, he didn't need to light the stove. He got up in the dark and poured a glass of water. At this moment, he heard the sound of a door opening outside.
In the past, they didn't close the door in this area, otherwise there would always be noise from people coming and going, which would be annoying for Lao Bai and his son who lived at the door. But since the last burglary, the doors are now closed.
Although it was closed, it was not locked, but fastened from the inside.
This way, people who are in the yard can open the door directly, which is convenient. Nowadays, people hardly have any activities at night, so it doesn't have a big impact. However, every time the bolt is opened and closed, there is a click sound, which is particularly noticeable at night.
People nowadays are not like those in a few decades, who will suffer from neurasthenia due to noise. Most people nowadays don't care about these things. Zhuang Zhixi was the same. He didn't think there was anything wrong, but when he heard the noise, he still looked out the window. However, after looking out, he exclaimed.
"What's wrong?" Mingmei mumbled in the quilt.
Zhuang Zhixi: "Bai Fendou went out with a bag."
Mingmei sat up: "Carrying a bag in the middle of the night? What is he doing? Running away?"
Zhuang Zhixi smiled: "Do you think it's possible?"
"That's impossible."
Mingmei lay down again, but asked, "Do you want to watch the fun?"
This time Zhuang Zhixi shook his head and said, "I won't go. I'm not a fool. If I follow him in the middle of the night, I'll be discovered. And who knows what he's going to do! Why should I embarrass myself just to watch the fun? Sooner or later, we'll know. I like to watch the fun, but I won't watch everything. He's carrying a bag and going out at this time. He's probably going to the ghost market. Let him get killed."
In the past few years, there was a pigeon market in this city where people turned a blind eye to it. Now the pigeon market is gone, and instead there is a black market.
But whether it is the pigeon market or the black market, people buy food and daily necessities, which are closely related to the lives of ordinary people.
This ghost market is different. It is basically open at night, and the things sold are mostly antiques or things that are not allowed to be seen in public. After all, there are some famous things. Buyers and sellers cover their faces, and the sellers will not show their faces. There is only a small candle or a small lamp on the stall, which is enough for you to see clearly what is on the stall.
Those clusters of lights looked like will-o'-the-wisp fire, hence the name: Ghost Market.
The sellers don't open their mouths easily, they just extend their hands to make some gestures, and only those who are really interested will bargain. Success or failure, loss or gain, the transaction is over after the money is exchanged and the goods are delivered.
You can't find him if you want to! Even if you find him, no one will recognize him. That's how the ghost market is. You just have to fight. There's nothing else to say.
People in the old city of Sijiu knew about this kind of place, but they would not go there easily. Only those who were bold enough or specialized in this business would go there. So Zhuang Zhixi knew there was such a place, but he had never been there once.
He lazily returned to the bed, fell forward, and hugged his wife: "Go to sleep!"
Zhuang Zhixi's speculation that Bai Fendou went to the ghost market was not without basis. One reason was that it was wrong to go out with a bag so late at night, and the other reason was because of Zhang Saner - well, that was the Zhang San from the security department of their factory.
Zhang San went to see Zhuang Zhixi today to inquire about Bai Fendou.
It is said that Bai Fendou is collecting some old things, and Zhang San went to ask Zhuang Zhixi to find out if Bai Fendou has any connections in this area. After all, Zhuang Zhixi and Bai Fendou live in the same courtyard.
We can be considered to have grown up together.
However, Zhuang Zhixi knew nothing at all, so Zhang San returned home disappointed.
Zhuang Zhixi hugged his wife and said, "He really dares to do anything now."
In this business, everyone knows how to make money. If you don't open for business for three years, you can make enough money for three years after you open it. Even though these items have become "four olds" now, everyone knows their value. It's just that some people are bold.
But dealing with this kind of thing requires a good eye. Even now, there are a lot of fakes.
If you say you know a lot, you are wrong.
It would be wrong to say that there are no fakes in this era. Zhuang Zhixi pulled the quilt and said, "Go to sleep."
Mingmei hummed softly. She was really tired. Since getting married, she had to do more physical work... Although, although she was very happy, she was also very tired. She hummed, found a very suitable posture, curled up in Zhuang Zhixi's arms, and fell asleep quickly.
If there is anything, don't discuss it after she exercises, she is not energetic! The young couple should take a rest. The next day, they got up early to wash up. Zhuang Zhixi happened to meet Bai Fendou. Seeing Bai Fendou's eye bags drooping, he smiled and said, "Good morning, brother Fendou."
Bai Fendou said "hmm", brushed his teeth casually, and turned to go home. It was obvious that he didn't sleep well.
Zhuang Zhixi slept well. He cleaned himself up and went out with his wife.
Zhuang Zhixi: "Be careful at work. I'll pick you up after get off work."
Mingmei: “No need!”
She waved her hand and said with a smile, "I may not be able to leave work early. I think my boss will definitely be looking for me today because of what happened yesterday."
Zhuang Zhixi: "Then come and pick me up after getting off work."
Mingmei: “…”
She rolled her eyes at him: "Have some shame!"
I've never seen a man ask his wife to pick him up! She snorted and rode away on her bike.
Zhuang Zhixi went to work with a smile on his face. Another day of fishing in troubled waters was about to begin.
But today, Zhuang Zhixi did not succeed in taking advantage of the situation. He had just finished sweeping the floor when he saw Director Li from the factory office coming over. Zhuang Zhixi greeted him with a smile, "Director Li, you just came out of your house this morning and you're here to look for someone."
Director Li, Doctor Wang's man.
Director Li didn't say anything, but Doctor Wang cursed: "You're such a chatterbox!"
Zhuang Zhixi smiled and said, "Look at you, why are you still talking about me?"
Director Li: "Don't talk nonsense. I really came here to look for her. I'm looking for you."
Zhuang Zhixi: "Looking for me?"
Although he worked in the infirmary, he was just a cashier; although he had a good relationship with several aunts and sisters, he was not familiar with Director Li, who was the office director of a factory with tens of thousands of employees and had considerable power.
They occasionally chatted with each other, which was a favor to Doctor Wang, but it didn't mean they were familiar with each other.
Who doesn't know how to say nice things?
Director Li smiled and said, "You are a good talker. It's like this. May Day is coming soon. It's a holiday for our workers. The factory must have some programs. The Propaganda Department wants to prepare a few programs, but they don't have enough staff. Can you help?"
Zhuang Zhixi: "Me?"
He was quite surprised. Director Li said, "Yes, you have a good image. The Propaganda Department was short of people, so I recommended you."
Zhuang Zhixi just paused for a moment and nodded: "Okay, I'm fine with anything, but my work here, you see..."
He is a brick in the factory, and can be moved wherever he is needed.
Director Li: "You are still pretending. In your clinic, there are only two or three kittens a day, and you only charge 30 or 50 cents for them. Just find someone to take over. I will talk to your director."
Zhuang Zhixi: "Okay, then when do you think I should go there? Who should I go to see?"
"Go find Section Chief Song. He's looking for a handsome young man to be the announcer. I think you'd be a good fit. Plus, they're really short on staff, so you could help."
Zhuang Zhixi: “Okay!”
Even though he is lazy and slacking off every day, it doesn't mean he is a lazy person. It's just that this is the job position. You want to work, but there is nothing to do! And to be honest, a young man must still hope to go further.
But it is obvious that there is no possibility for the cashier in the infirmary to advance further and he can only increase his working years.
It wasn’t that Zhuang Zhixi didn’t want to enter the workshop at the beginning, but he couldn’t get in because so many people were competing for it.
The safest option for him at that time was to take the current path. He couldn't even go to the workshop, let alone a cadre post like the Propaganda Department. Now he can go to help, at least he can get to know the people there, and take his time. Zhuang Zhixi smiled and went straight to the Propaganda Department.
The Propaganda Department is on the second floor of the office building. When Zhuang Zhixi arrived, he went to the chief's office first. Chief Song was busy, and when he heard that he had arrived, he nodded and said, "You must be Xiaozhuang, right? Old Li said you are a handsome man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. It's true."
He spoke quickly: "We are going to hold a party on May Day and we are in need of a suitable host. He recommended you."
He looked her up and down and said, "I think you are capable, but you should stop doing this these days and help out with other things. Our Propaganda Department has been really busy lately."
This matter really caught them off guard.
In fact, this kind of publicity activity was held every year in the early years, but in recent years, due to policy reasons, it has not been arranged. It is not good to be too prominent. But who would have thought that the higher authorities would notify them to do it again this year. It has been stopped for several years, and suddenly it started again. They are a little flustered.
There aren't many people in their publicity department. To support an event, they always need helpers, but the workers in the workshop are not good enough, which affects production. So they can only find idle positions, but there are even fewer people in such positions. After a while, there are really not many people to find.
Section Chief Song: "We are going to hold a party this morning. See if you can add anything to it."
Zhuang Zhixi: “OK!”
Since he was here, he didn't act pretentiously. Although he had never done this before, he was eager to learn, so he followed along. He was just a good-looking 竽.
This time they seconded not only Zhuang Zhixi, but also other people.
The most outrageous thing is that Zhuang Zhixi saw the old man Bai. Do you think this is outrageous? It is definitely outrageous. The old man Bai was cheerful and particularly happy. He worked in the boiler room and could not be seconded here, which made him feel much more relaxed.
Section Chief Song introduced everyone one by one and said, "Xiao Zhuang will be our announcer this time."
Everyone looked at Zhuang Zhixi's face and nodded in approval.
Why did they have to find an announcer from outside? Wasn't it because none of them looked good? Because there might be leaders coming this time, so if they were too ugly, it would affect the image of their factory.
Zhuang Zhixi got to know everyone and then heard Section Chief Song continue to speak. This uncle was impatient and never stopped: "This time we have tentatively decided that we need at least a dozen programs to support the show. What do you think? Tell us."
Everyone looked at each other, and one of them, a man with a mustache, said, "Why don't we just show a movie? A movie lasts two hours, and that's a lot of work."
Section Chief Song said to him, "Do you think I haven't thought about it? If the factory leaders agree, why would I do all this? We have to show the movie. It's for the comrades in the factory in the afternoon. We still have to organize a party for about two to three hours in the morning. You say something useful. We have decided to sing "We Workers Have Power" and "The White-Haired Girl". Oh, yes, Master Bai is here to play Yang Bailao this time."
"No joy?"
Several female comrades in their Propaganda Department are married, and none of them is old enough to play Xier. None of the girls, sixteen or seventeen, are suitable.
"Whoever of you is younger can make do with it."
"you go."
"You should go."
"I can't. I look like Xi'er's mother."
In short, although I really want to show my face, I don’t want to act younger, as it would be embarrassing.
Their factory is a large machinery factory. Even the propaganda department only promotes workers' activities. There are almost no such performances. They are different from the art troupe. When they perform, they are very confident. But they are not like that. No one wants to participate.
Just filling in the numbers...Oh no, it's okay for a group performance, but the role of Xier is not good enough.
Director Song's mouth was like a machine gun. He said, "Don't be silent. You all act as if nothing has happened. This is a big event for our factory. Our Propaganda Department hasn't had such a thing for a long time. This is a chance to prove ourselves. What do you want to do by pushing and shoving each other?"
He called on my name: "Xiao Zhuang, tell us what you think. You are one of our seconded generals."
Everyone looked at Zhuang Zhixi with ridicule. Everyone knew that this was paid by the clinic, and his daily job was to flatter a few big sisters. If he flattered them well, Director Li would recommend him.
Some people feel disdainful, some want to maintain good relationships, and some don't care.
No matter what time it is, there are always people who look down on such flatterers, and there are also people who think they can be friends. Who knows which cloud will rain?
Director Song called out the names, and everyone looked over. Zhuang Zhixi spoke immediately. This old man from the old city said that he couldn't let his words fall on the ground because people gave him face. Otherwise, it would be a slap in the face, and he would have no chance of survival in the future.
Zhuang Zhixi smiled and said, "I think, since it is a Labor Day activity, we can rehearse a few short plays appropriately. This thing takes a long time, and we don't need to prepare so many programs when we wear it. Otherwise, you see, we don't have many people here, and we have to be responsible for both the front and the backstage. One person is doing the work of eight people, and we can't handle it! I'm sure all of us are willing to work day and night, but singing is something that must be practiced. If everyone is holding on to too many programs, their voices can't bear it. I believe that everyone in the Propaganda Department is talented and is willing to sacrifice all their rest time. But if you practice too much, your voice will be tired, and it will hold you back at the critical moment. What should we do?"
"Yes, Xiaozhuang is right. There is too much singing here, all in chorus. We have to sing every time, and our throats can't handle it! If we lose our voice temporarily or become hoarse, we will fail."
"I also think what Xiaozhuang said is right, but what should we perform? We haven't found a cast for the role of Xi'er in the White-Haired Girl yet."
"Ah... we are not at that level."
Director Song: "How come you don't have this level? You are from the Propaganda Department, so shouldn't you be able to do this easily?"
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. We are the Propaganda Department, not the Art Troupe. Could you please be more serious?
Director Song saw everyone like this and said, "Look at you all, you guys are really running away at the critical moment..."
Everyone: “…”
Do you want to describe it so disgustingly? Zhuang Zhixi raised his hand: "Director, I have an idea."
Director Song: "You go ahead."
Zhuang Zhixi: "We can act out a scene from a movie, a scene that is more interesting and doesn't require much background. What do you think? We have a movie to show this afternoon, so we can link it with the movie this afternoon and let the workers compare and see where our performance differs from that in the movie."
At this point, he smiled and said, "Who knows, we may see from this that we are not inferior in any way."
"Well said!"
"Indeed, we haven't been trained. If we really practice more, we won't be bad."
Director Song looked at Zhuang Zhixi with appreciation and said, "Xiao Zhuang, this is a good idea. Let's decide on it. Next, let's discuss which part to perform..."
Zhuang Zhixi discussed for a long time and basically decided on seven songs and four skits. The songs can be decided, but the skits still need to be considered. As the host of the show, Zhuang Zhixi definitely cannot participate in singing. There is no time for the show, but the skits are okay.
He can play a small role and leave the stage early, so as not to delay his return to the stage.
Everyone was discussing enthusiastically. It was the first time that Zhuang Zhixi was so busy at work. Although it had nothing to do with his job, it was quite fulfilling. He was good at talking and quickly became friends with the Propaganda Department.
Even though there were a few people who looked down on Zhuang Zhixi at the beginning, although they didn't like him, they didn't act sarcastic towards him either.
After all, everyone likes to hear good words, and Zhuang Zhixi is not a pushover. Everyone still agrees with his suggestions. There are only about 20 of them, including four or five seconded. If they really have to hold a performance, they have to sing all the songs. It's not that I don't want to add fun to the workers, but my voice can't bear it. What if I lose my voice halfway through?
So everyone thinks that it is quite good to mix in some short sentences that connect the scenes.
At least it alleviated a lot of problems.
However, Director Song also said before everyone left work: "If you have any good ideas for the program, you can also write them down. Especially the story. If we don't use the movie but our own story, it will be even more awesome."
"Okay, let's all go back and think about it."
Everyone left one after another. The old man wasted a whole day here, unable to get a word in. He just felt his head was buzzing. Although he was very happy when he came in the morning, after all, he could show his face in the performance and he didn't have to work during the rehearsal, which was always a pleasure. But after the day, he really felt very tired.
No one else can understand this feeling.
He couldn't get a word in when others were talking, and he didn't even understand what they were saying. Yang Bailao hadn't started rehearsing yet, so he naturally had nothing to do. Zhuang Zhixi walked out with the old man Bai, who wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "My day has been a mess."
Zhuang Zhixi was also quite curious: "Uncle Bai, why did the studio arrange for you to play Yang Bailao?"
Although Zhuang Zhixi and the Bai family didn't have a very good relationship, they were able to get along on the surface. After all, they were neighbors, so it was impossible not to interact with each other.
Old Man Bai: "The Propaganda Department didn't have anyone suitable for Yang Bailao. It just so happened that the weather is warm now and we are not too busy, so they borrowed me. They said that I am a real Yang Bailao when I worry."
Zhuang Zhixi looked down and saw, wow, it was true.
Uncle Bai looks like he has suffered a lot.
Skinny, rough, and old-looking.
"Then you will surely be able to act well."
Old White Man: "Do you need me to tell you? I am very talented in our hospital, and most people can't compare to me."
If you say this guy is fat, he will gasp for air.
Zhuang Zhixi laughed and asked, "Uncle Bai, I see that all your talents are here, and you haven't used them anywhere else at all."
The old man took a long time to react and said, "You little bastard, how dare you laugh at me?"
Zhuang Zhixi: "You always misunderstand me, but when is the wedding wine for you and Aunt Su?"
Although he is a flatterer, his words at this time are still somewhat hurtful.
"I have been waiting to attend your wedding banquet since I was a child, but I still haven't had the chance. I am so greedy. Now I am married, but you haven't brought a new wife home. What's the matter? Are you and Aunt Su not going to get married?"
The old man glared at her and said immediately, "I told you to say that! You can't destroy your Aunt Su's reputation. She's a good woman. You can't be like the people in the factory, saying she's pregnant all day long. If she had such a bad style, would I be interested in her? Besides, you don't know how strong-willed she was back then. If someone flirted with her, she would go out with a knife. It was all for a reputation. No matter how hard life was, she had to protect her reputation. Even if she lived in poverty, she was firm. We are both widows. Look at Zhou Li's reputation? She never gets enough of taking advantage of others. I don't know how many people she has sneaked into the woods with. Only Zhou Qun doesn't know Jing'er. If we really talk about it, there are so many people in the factory who are his bastards. the factory to sneak into the woods for a little money."
Zhuang Zhixi: “Fuck.”
Old White Man: "Look, you really don't know anything."
When Old Man Bai looked at Zhuang Zhixi again, he felt that this boy was not well-informed at all. Then he thought that he had mastered countless inside information. He smiled complacently, left behind a bit of the demeanor of a master, and walked forward proudly.
Zhuang Zhixi quickly caught up and said, "Uncle Bai, is this true? I've never heard my dad say that."
The old man curled his lips in disdain: "Your dad? Your dad is an old man who doesn't care about anything outside the window. What do you expect him to know? He is not as well-informed as I am. Even Chef Li didn't know it earlier than me."
Zhuang Zhixi: “Oh my god.”
He really didn't expect this to happen. It wasn't just fake surprise, he was truly surprised.
When old man Zhou passed away, Zhou Qun was still young, and Zhou Li took over. When her son was fifteen or sixteen, she gave up her job to him. It has been seven or eight years. Logically, there are only two people in his family, and they should be able to make a living with a monthly salary.
And it was a good day.
Why do we have to do this?
Zhuang Zhixi scratched his head.
The old man glared at him, "Don't disbelieve me, or you can ask your Uncle Li. Chef Li and the others know about it, but your father, who works in the workshop, doesn't know. I don't know what Zhou Qun's wife's family thought, to find such a family for their daughter and give her such a large dowry. If you ask me, isn't my Bai Fendou much better than Zhou Qun? My family has a good tradition, and both of us are working. Although my Bai Fendou doesn't have as high a salary as Zhou Qun now, he is also a man who is willing to make progress. We can live a good life."
Zhuang Zhixi's eyes twinkled, and he said with a smile, "You are right."
But he didn't say more. Seeing that the infirmary was in front of him, he said, "Uncle Bai, I'll go first..."
"Zhuang Zhixi."
Zhuang Zhixi looked up and heard the security guard call out, "Your wife is here to pick you up."
Zhuang Zhixi burst out laughing, not feeling embarrassed at all, and immediately said, "I'll be right there."
He waved at the old white man and ran quickly to the door. The old white man was even more indignant. He said, "You said that there are these guys in their yard, some are married into the family, some have bad family traditions, and some are like pretty boys, but his son is the tallest and most powerful one."
Why is it so difficult to find a partner?
The old man became even more dissatisfied for a moment.
God is so unfair!
Zhuang Zhixi had no idea what the old man was thinking and how he felt sorry for himself. He ran to the door and saw his young wife standing there happily, jumping up and down, and it seemed that she was in a good mood.
Zhuang Zhixi: "Wife!"
Mingmei looked up and smiled: "I'm here to pick you up from get off work."
Although she said she wouldn't come, Mingmei had nothing to do after getting off work, and this place was not far from home, so she came directly over: "It's only ten minutes left, I'll wait for you here."
Zhuang Zhixi: "It's not that long... Oh no, I have to go over there to pack my things. I haven't been back to the infirmary all day." After a pause, he said, "Why don't you come with me?"
Mingmei: “Huh?”
Her big eyes flickered: "No outsiders are allowed in here, right?"
Zhuang Zhixi: "I'll tell someone, don't go anywhere else, just follow me to the factory clinic, we won't go anywhere else."
Mingmei nodded: "Okay."
Zhuang Zhixi went to talk to him. Fortunately, Zhuang Zhixi was not from the workshop and would not affect production. He did not make things difficult for him. He took his wife to the infirmary. As soon as they entered the door, Doctor Wang and others were stunned. Then they smiled and said, "Xiao Zhuang, where did you get such a beautiful girl? Is she your wife?"
Zhuang Zhixi raised his eyebrows and said proudly: "This is really my wife. Let me introduce her to you. This is my wife Mingmei, who works at the bus station. Wife, this is Sister Wang from our infirmary. I mentioned her before. She is a very nice person. This is Sister Zhao, the nurse, and this is..."
Mingmei greeted everyone one by one with a smile.
Doctor Wang smiled, "What a perfect match. I always hear people in the factory say that Xiaozhuang is marrying up. I was wondering how Xiaozhuang, who is so handsome, could marry up. Now it seems that no one is lying. Your wife is so pretty. But such a pretty wife should be someone like Xiaozhuang. They are both good-looking, like a picture. They are a perfect match."
Zhuang Zhixi acted proud and said, "Of course we are a good match. I am a famous handsome man in our city. I am more than qualified to be a good match for my wife."
Mingmei smiled even more brightly and pinched his waist with her little hands.
Zhuang Zhixi: “Oh.”
Everyone couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Zhuang Zhixi said aggrievedly: "Wife, just let me brag outside."
Mingmei said softly: "Okay, you blow!"
Everyone laughed more happily...
Mingmei blinked and thought that Comrade Zhuang Zhixi's working environment was very good.
Everyone is so kind.
Doctor Wang: "Oh, by the way, Xiaozhuang's wife, why are you here? Aren't you at work?"
It should be working hours at this time. Although it is almost time to get off work, it still takes time for her to get here from the office.
Mingmei: "I took a break in the afternoon, went to the Public Security Bureau, and then came here directly."
She was still soft and gentle, and said in a light voice: "I caught a bad guy on the bus yesterday, and I went to check on the situation this afternoon."
Zhuang Zhixi immediately looked at Mingmei. Mingmei knew his worry and immediately said, "It's okay, don't worry about me."
It was only at this time that everyone realized that according to the legend, the rumors in the underworld, the vague rumors in the underworld were that Zhuang Zhixi's wife Mingmei was very good at fighting.
I don't know who spread the rumor, but it does exist.
She looked like a weak girl, and everyone didn't expect this when they saw her, but after hearing this, they suddenly realized it. The rumor seemed to be... true? Ah... You can't judge a person by his appearance! (End of this chapter)
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