"Xiaoyu, the approval from above has come through, and it's quite a lot—a hundred slots. Can we manage to recruit so many people into the factory at once?" Xie Lanhua was still a little apprehensive.
"Aunt Xie, think back to when Little Sun was first established, how did you manage? Are we afraid of having too many people? Now the orders are piling up," Qin Xiaoyu comforted her.
"That's true, I'm getting more and more timid as I get older." Xie Lanhua smiled at her words.
It took Qin Xiaoyu about ten days to prepare the goods that Tang Wenwen was going to take to Shanghai. She had told Tang Wenwen to come back and pick them up, but unexpectedly, two people came with her.
"I'm going to Shanghai with Wenwen." Jiang Fusheng's tone left no room for refusal; he had made up his mind.
"In what capacity will you go?" Qin Xiaoyu asked, seeing that Tang Wenwen remained silent, knowing that they had not reached an agreement.
"Tang Wenwen's boyfriend is accompanying her on a business trip," Jiang Fusheng insisted.
"Okay, as long as you don't cause trouble." What could Qin Xiaoyu say?
"Sister-in-law!" Tang Wenwen protested.
"What can I do? I'm helpless too!" Qin Xiaoyu said, though she didn't mean it. She actually quite liked this plot development. Jiang Fusheng was a reliable person, and she hoped Tang Wenwen could seize the opportunity.
“I’m leaving tomorrow, let me go home with you to see the elders.” Jiang Fusheng pressed his advantage.
"Come to my place, you have a place to stay." Zhou Yue, who was looking at sample clothes, came over when she heard the voice.
“Yes, Fusheng, you’re staying at my place,” Qin Xiaoyu quickly replied.
She stayed at the Jiang family's house when she arrived in the provincial capital, and now that Jiang Fusheng has come over, there's no reason for him to stay in a hotel.
"I'll call home. Grandma Hanhan might still be here. I'll have Daddy finish fishing and bring Grandpa Hanhan back with him." Qin Xiaoyu had already made the arrangements, and Tang Wenwen had no choice but to obey.
Zhou Xing's mother heard from Qin Xiaoyu through a letter that there was such a person in the provincial capital. Now that she had met him in person, she was very satisfied and looked at him with the same enthusiasm as she would a son-in-law.
From the moment Jiang Fusheng entered the room, Grandma Hanhan dared not look away, but tears welled up in her eyes, layer upon layer.
"Don't cry, it's not good for the child to know something's wrong," Zhou Xing's mother said, pulling her into the kitchen.
"I can't help it. If Wenwen could really marry someone like that, she would be so lucky."
“Wenwen was a good child to begin with, but I misjudged her and she fell for Jingtian’s tricks. Let me tell you, I’ve watched Jingtian grow up, and he can’t compare to our Zhou Xing in any way…” Zhou Xing’s mother suddenly couldn’t continue, and Hanhan’s grandmother quickly wiped away her tears and comforted her instead.
"Why aren't you going out? What are you whispering about here?" Qin Xiaoyu came over.
"That's right, let's go inside and talk."
Inside the room, a lively conversation was taking place. Commander Zhou and Hanhan's grandfather were sitting on the same double sofa, with Jiang Fusheng sitting opposite them and Deng Jianyan next to them.
The chaise lounge next to her belonged to the madam; a cushion was placed under her lower back, as she habitually slouched. The younger sister sat beside the madam, munching on a large apple. Lisheng and Hanhan were playing upstairs, while Xiaojin had slipped into Zhou Yue's room again.
Qin Xiaoyu and the other two came out and placed a fruit platter on the table.
“This house gets crowded when there are too many people, so I’m waiting to move at the end of the year,” Zhou Xing’s mother said with a smile.
“But I’m going to check out the new house tomorrow. Brother Chen contacted me the other day, saying the house was ready for handover. I’ve been busy all day. Sending Wenwen to Shanghai will give her a break, and it’ll be a good time to move.” After Qin Xiaoyu finished speaking, the room became even more lively, and Zhou Yue and Xiao Jin came downstairs.
"I want the room at the east end, so it's not next to those two naughty boys," Xiao Jin said eagerly.
"I don't want to be near them either!" The younger sister joined in the fun.
"We can just stand next to each other," Hanhan said.
"You're all so arrogant. Back in the poor days, all four of you would have to sleep on one kang (heated brick bed)," Grandma Hanhan couldn't help but say, which was quite fitting and made everyone laugh.
After seeing Tang Wenwen off, Qin Xiaoyu immediately ran to the new house.
It was early winter, and the vegetation was barren. As Qin Xiaoyu's car turned into the yard, her eyes were immediately drawn to the bright spot.
The house's exterior walls are painted a matte pink, paired with light gray marble accents, creating an understated yet luxurious feel. The rose quartz fountain is already in place. In winter, without water, you can only admire the stone scenery.
She walked into the house prepared for the Zhou family. The furnishings in the hall were similar to those in the military housing, and the location of the stairs was the same, only the furniture had been replaced with new ones. This was to make things easier for the elderly, as a sudden change to a completely unfamiliar environment would make them feel uncomfortable.
Decades of lifestyle habits have been formed, and if there is a drastic change, it can be a sudden shock.
Two rooms were prepared downstairs, even though the wife would be going back to live with the Tang family after moving in.
We still need to keep a room on the first floor as a backup. Commander Zhou and his mother are getting old and may have mobility issues in the future, making it inconvenient for them to go upstairs. Therefore, we not only need to keep the bedroom on the first floor, but we also chose a south-facing location to increase its size and add a private bathroom.
Qin Xiaoyu arranged her room in the same location as she had at the Zhou family's house, facing west. Standing at the window, she could vaguely see Hengchang, just like she had seen the hairdressing school before, which made her feel exceptionally safe.
Moving is a hassle, especially when you're cleaning out a house you've lived in for decades and you find a lot of things you thought were lost.
Zhou Xing spent his childhood, adolescence, and youth in this building, surrounded by a few petal-shaped glass marbles, a few playing cards, and a few comic books...
These things, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, all represent a part of his life, making them hard to let go of. He can't bear to throw any of them away.
Zhou Xing's mother would tidy up for a while, then space out for a while, so her efficiency was low. Zhou Yue didn't dare to help, and Qin Xiaoyu's small frame wasn't quite up to the task of physical labor.
This is when you see how important Grandma Hanhan is. She was the first to move in, and she didn't have much to begin with. She hadn't really spread out her belongings while living with her cousin-in-law, so now she could just pack up and leave.
The lady was also taken there by her. After settling in, she and Hanhan's grandfather came over to help.
Zhou Xing's mother stared in disbelief as Grandma Hanhan swept past like a whirlwind, and the things in the room seemed to be under a spell, rolled up, lumped together, and packed into boxes, as if if she were to tap them with a magic wand, these things would line up and come downstairs by themselves.
Grandpa Hanhan was doing manual labor, while Commander Zhou directed Xiao Chen to tidy up his training room. This was their precious room, and they kept the same room in their new home as well.
Qi Si returned from the provincial capital and also began moving.
The most troublesome one was Aunt Wang. The old lady was very proud and coy, pretending to refuse but actually saying she wouldn't go. But she packed her things faster than anyone else and hired a tricycle to deliver more than a dozen large boxes.
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