When Shen Qingqing looked, she saw that her father had abrasions of varying degrees on his hands and face, and his clothes and pants even had bloodstains of varying degrees!
"Dad! You had a car accident?!"
Shen Rongzhou grimaced and hissed, turning his head slightly to look at Shen Qingqing. He replied while still inhaling, "There was no car accident, someone cut me off."
Shen Qingqing quickly sat down next to Shen Rongzhou and carefully examined his injuries. "Then why are you covered in blood?"
Shen Rongzhou sighed: "It's not mine. Today, your Uncle Shang was driving and ran into another transportation company when he got off the highway."
"Ever since the company set up a dedicated transportation subsidiary, some of the original transportation companies have started to look down on us."
"Old Shang's driving skills are what kept him in the company. That's why he was able to avoid the car behind him in time. But when he turned the steering wheel, he crashed into a big tree on the side of the road. The airbags deployed in time, and your Uncle Shang is not in any life-threatening danger, but he did hit his head and is in the hospital."
Shen Qingqing was stunned by this blatant competitive tactic.
"However, all the company's vehicles are equipped with front and rear dashcams. After we returned, Mr. Zhang reviewed the dashcam footage and went directly to the transportation company to find a solution for us."
"They told us the company would pay for the medical expenses, gave Lao Shang a month and a half of paid leave, and gave me half a month."
After Shen Rongzhou finished speaking, he tried to get up.
"Hey! You're still injured, why are you getting up?" Li Xunli had been in a bad mood with a tense expression, and when she saw Shen Rongzhou's actions, she immediately became anxious and quickly helped him up.
"I need to wipe myself down and change my clothes. The smell of blood is too strong; I can't stand it."
"Alright, alright, let's go, I'll help you!"
The couple helped each other walk toward the master bedroom.
Shen Qingqing pounded her head in frustration.
She only knew that Zhang Zeqin's company later grew bigger and stronger, but she had no idea what their company had encountered when it was starting out.
Because in her previous life, she only attended an ordinary non-elite university, and when she wanted to take the postgraduate entrance exam, she was diagnosed with cancer.
Her educational background was far from sufficient for the large companies Zhang Zeqin worked for at that time.
Naturally, I never thought of learning about the development history of Zhang Zeqin's company. However, even if I had looked it up at that time, I probably wouldn't have found such detailed information. Generally, a company's development history only records its growth phase.
She sighed and glanced towards the master bedroom, where she heard Shen Rongzhou's cries of pain coming from inside.
She had no other choice.
This is something a company goes through when it expands. As long as her father can weather this test, his position as a veteran in this transportation subsidiary will be secure. If he doesn't make any mistakes in the long run, he'll be able to enjoy his retirement.
Since Shen Rongzhou is injured and at home, the task of taking care of Shen Yangyang will be left to him. The Ghost Festival is coming soon, and her mother will be busy with the porcelain factory, so she will have to stay home and fold paper ingots.
You'd need to fold at least three bags.
When Shen Qingqing was a child, she could never sit still while doing this, finding it very tedious and boring.
However, after they sold their house and moved to a place near the hospital for Li Xunli's treatment, they never experienced the joy of this custom again.
All I can do is watch my old classmates post similar photos on social media.
Now that she's back, Shen Qingqing has rediscovered the joy of this custom.
For example, she tried several different ways of folding the gold ingot.
Another example is the way to store gold ingots. First, they are thrown into a bamboo basket, and then when the basket is full, they are transferred from the bamboo basket to a large feed bag.
There are feed bags as tall as her and as wide as two of her, and it takes three to fill them.
And it has to be shaken solid, not fluffy, otherwise it won't be substantial enough and won't be sincere.
Shen Rongzhou's hands were still not healed and he couldn't get them wet, so he could only watch his two daughters fold the bags at home, occasionally helping them shake the bags.
Because the paper used for folding ingots fades badly, and there are thin, easily flying gold foil pieces on it, you can easily get your hands covered in them if you're not careful.
During the day, it was Shen Qingqing and Shen Yangyang who were folding ...
After rushing for three whole days, it finally arrived on August 26th in the Gregorian calendar, which was the 14th day of the seventh lunar month. It was a sunny day, and the heat was still just as intense.
In Chaozhou, the 14th day of the seventh lunar month is the day for the Ghost Festival. It is usually done by families. The Ghost Festival is mainly to worship ancestors and wandering spirits. In addition to offering sacrifices to their own ancestors, they also offer cakes and fruits to the wandering spirits.
Around four o'clock that afternoon, the sun was no longer so scorching, and people from all over began to move tables from their homes onto the road.
Shen Rongzhou's injuries are not so serious anymore. Some of the minor wounds have scabbed over and fallen off, and the more serious wounds don't need to be dressed as frequently anymore. The gauze has been replaced with bandages to prevent bacterial infection.
So he could move his own table over to arrange seating, just like the other male heads of households.
Apart from Shen Yangyang being too young to lift anything, Shen Qingqing and Li Xunli each lifted one side of the braised goose, weighing about fifteen pounds, and carried it towards their table.
Then Shen Rongzhou went back to get the fruit basket and drinks.
Next was a bag of rice. Because it was too heavy for Shen Qingqing's small frame to carry, Li Xunli arranged for her to drag the three bags of folded ingots instead.
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