Before leaving, Zhou Bingde joked, "I never thought I'd sign a contract with a kid like you today. I don't know if this is a joke or not."
Wan Feng patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, the brick and tile factory in Wahou was built with my idea. I am the legitimate shareholder of the brick and tile factory, so my words count. We will start by sending a truckload of bricks and tiles tomorrow, and you can check the quality."
After the contract was completed, Wan Feng immediately felt extremely relieved, and his biggest worry was gone.
He and Xia Qiulong walked side by side on the street, with Wu pushing his bicycle.
"Brother Xia! When the brick and tile truck arrives tomorrow, you might be asked to take them to the delivery location. I may not go, as I have other things to do. If the quality inspector is nitpicking, just give him a box of comparable cigarettes. No more than two cents."
People born in the 1980s were still very naive. Xia Qiulong didn't seem to understand: "Is this considered unhealthy?"
Wan Feng chuckled, "As long as it works, don't worry about it. A pack of cigarettes isn't anything improper. If the other party isn't nitpicking, then don't give it. Saving a little is better."
As they were talking, the three of them walked to the gate of the county textile printing and dyeing factory.
"Old Xia!" A woman's voice came from the direction of the textile printing and dyeing factory, and then a woman in her thirties walked over from the door of the textile printing and dyeing factory.
The woman was in her thirties, quite pretty, with a slightly pale face and a kind of sickly beauty.
"Wan! This is your sister-in-law."
Wan Feng was a polite child, and he called out respectfully, "Hello, sister-in-law!"
"This is Brother Wan."
The woman's eyes lit up: "You are Brother Wan. I didn't expect you to be so brave."
It was obvious that Xia Qiulong told his wife about Wan Feng fighting alongside him.
"Brother Wan, come over to my house and have a seat. I'll make you something delicious."
"Okay, I'll definitely go and bother my sister-in-law instead."
The woman turned to Xia Qiulong and frowned, "Old Xia, look at Brother Wan, and then look at you, wandering around all day long without doing your job. What a shame!"
Xia Qiulong blushed: "I'm not being idle today, we're doing serious work."
"Business? What business? Come out and let me hear."
Xia Qiulong nodded timidly and could not utter a word.
Wan Feng was completely amazed. He never imagined that Xia Qiulong, a man of integrity, would actually be dominated by his wife! Wahahahahahaha.
But he could only laugh in his heart and not laugh out loud.
"Sister-in-law! Brother Xia is really doing serious work today."
In order to prevent Xia Da's henpecked husband from kneeling on the washboard tonight, Wan Feng stepped forward and recounted the whole thing in detail.
The woman's expression immediately brightened, and she even looked a little pleased. "That's good enough. No matter how much money you make, at least do something. Brother Wan, your brother Xia will be under your care from now on. You must get him back on the right path."
Is he a donkey? Does he need to be driven?
"Hey! Sister-in-law, this doesn't seem to be any of my business, right?"
"It's settled. If your brother Xia doesn't get on the right track in the future, I'll hold you responsible."
Wan Feng was so depressed. What a hapless person! He had a huge burden on him for no reason. What did this have to do with me? Was I just bored?
Xia Qiulong's wife went there gracefully.
"Brother Xia! You really make me look down on you. I never thought that a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes like you is also dominated by your wife? Is this okay?" Wan Feng said sarcastically.
Xia Qiulong smiled helplessly, "Brother, you don't know. Your sister-in-law has several illnesses and needs to take medicine. The doctor told us not to make her angry. I'm in such a mess now, and life at home is actually quite tight. Your sister-in-law is currently applying for medical retirement. I guess she'll be retired in a month or two. She can only recuperate at home."
What's wrong with him? Why did he retire at such a young age? Is this why Xia Qiulong is so henpecked?
I think the sick leave is 70 or 80 percent of your salary? How much is that per month? Xia Qiulong has no income and two teenage children at home. Life in the city is really not easy.
"Ah! Brother Xia, you're just kidding yourself! You're trying your best not to make her angry and are willing to be a henpecked husband, but you're not doing your job and messing around. Won't your sister-in-law be even more angry?"
Xia Qiulong reached out and touched his head. "I don't really want to be like this. The textile printing and dyeing factory is full of old women, and they only make a little over thirty yuan a month. I really can't stay there. I don't have any connections to find a good job, so I ended up like this."
"It's okay, it will get better slowly. Everything will be fine, and it will get even better in the future. I'm leaving now. Don't forget to meet us at the county hospital tomorrow."
Wan Feng and Xia Qiulong separated and went to the Second Department Store. They couldn't forget the needs of the young girls and women in the depression. If they forgot, they would probably sneeze a lot that night.
Those women behind me might curse at me.
I bought all the sweaters of various colors according to the records in the book, and then bought two feet of white cloth and started my journey back.
About an hour later, Wan Feng returned to the depression and came to the brick and tile factory.
The brick factory was very busy. Thirty or forty people were running around the machines for processing water-bricks like ants on a hot pan. Puffs of green smoke were rising from the top of the red brick kiln that was being reloaded.
A bustling scene of activity.
Zhang Hai stood under an awning with his hands behind his back and an expressionless face, staring at the green smoke curling up from the brick kiln, wondering what he was thinking.
There is a table in the pergola, and next to the table is a bucket with a scoop on it.
Wan Feng walked to the table, picked up the ladle, scooped up a ladle of water, and drank it down in one gulp.
The water was freshly drawn from the well. It was cold water. It was refreshing to drink and cooled down to the soles of my feet.
"Wow! So refreshing!" He threw down the watering can, wiped his mouth, and sat down on the wooden stool.
Zhang Hai turned his head and looked at Wan Feng without saying anything.
"Uncle Zhang Hai, my aunt ran away with someone?"
Zhang Hai glared: "Whose?"
"Then why didn't you show any warm welcome to me when I came back?"
"What good news have you for which I should cordially welcome?"
"Hehe! People are so realistic. When there's good news, they're overjoyed, but when there's no good news, they're sullen. When will we be able to reach a higher state like the birds in the sky?"
Zhang Hai turned his butt and sat opposite Wan Feng: "You seem to have good news, come out and listen to it."
"I sold 60 kilograms of cantaloupe today and earned two dollars. Is this good news?" Wan Feng grabbed a palm-leaf fan and fanned himself.
"How is this good news?"
It's naturally not good news if it has nothing to do with him.
Wan Feng took out a few pieces of paper from his bag and pushed them in front of Zhang Hai.
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