In 1975, Jiang Wanyue took a big step forward.
The two factories have made considerable progress and have earned over a million yuan, which is not much worse than some factories in the county or even the provincial capital.
If you make money, of course you have to provide benefits to your employees so that they can work better next year.
She prepared New Year's red envelopes for each worker according to their working hours, two yuan a month. For those who worked full time all year, the red envelopes contained twenty-four yuan, which was equivalent to more than a month's salary. Those who received the red envelopes were all beaming with joy.
In addition to red envelopes, supplies were also distributed to everyone.
First of all, each person is given a pot of oil, not cottonseed oil, but vegetable oil, which is best for cooking.
Each person got a two-pound pork belly, plus a large fresh grass carp weighing about four pounds. There was no dry pit to fish in the village, but there was one in the factory, and everyone was grinning from ear to ear.
In addition, there is a large candy gift box containing a variety of cookies and candies.
Finally, everyone had a can of oranges.
"Oh my god, our factory director is so generous to give us so many things."
"I've only been working here for two months, and I've been able to take so many things home. I've made a lot of money. It's really a big win."
"I can't even take it. Who understands this kind of happy feeling?"
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In Xiaojing Brigade, almost every household has someone working in the processing factory or bamboo weaving factory. It can be said that every household can have a good New Year.
Everyone was walking on the street, carrying New Year's benefits, and chatting in groups of three or five.
At this time, two people appeared on the village road.
Because they were dressed so well, everyone couldn't help but take a few more glances, and they recognized them immediately.
"Isn't this the fourth son of the Party Secretary, Song Desheng?"
"Wasn't he kicked out of the Song family? Why did he come back?"
"And he's bringing that woman outside with him, tsk tsk!"
Tang Man felt like a rat crossing the street and she just wanted to run away.
She could have driven to this place from the provincial capital, but because her husband made a mistake and it had a big impact, her father did not allow her to use her official position to call the unit's car, so she had to take the bus back. She had to change buses several times and walk for more than half an hour. After most of the day, she finally arrived. She thought she could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but she did not expect to have to endure the villagers' contempt.
Song Desheng whispered: "Manman, why don't you just live in the county? I can come back alone."
Tang Man shook her head: "You have been punished. If you really cut off relations with your parents, you will definitely lose your job. We must do what you are supposed to do. Let's go to your house quickly."
Song Desheng held her hand and slowly walked towards the door of the house.
As we walked along, we met workers carrying supplies.
Tang Man was surprised and asked, "Is your brigade so rich that you actually gave so many things to the villagers during the New Year?"
Song Desheng was not clear about the specific situation.
The last time I came back, I was always talking about divorce and had no time to learn about the development of the team.
However, he did find that the villagers were no longer as gray as before, and they were dressed better, at least not in thin clothes in the middle of winter. Moreover, many children held candy in one hand and biscuits in the other, and they seemed to have no shortage of snacks, not much different from the children in the city.
The two people walked to the door of the house with doubts.
Zhou Xiugui was sitting in the yard washing Song Huazhi's hands. Now Huazi was basically taken care of by her. The old lady refused the money given by Jiang Wanyue, so she brought some supplies over every now and then. On the table were the fish and meat that Jiang Wanyue had people send, as well as a freshly processed duck.
Hearing the footsteps, she looked up, stunned for a moment, then anger emerged on her face. She stood up and picked up the broom at hand and hit them: "Go, go, go, get out, it's really unlucky!"
"Mom!" Song Desheng grabbed the old lady's wrist. "I know I'm worthless, but it's already happened. We can only accept it, right? You carried me for ten months and gave birth to me. I will not leave my filial piety to my three brothers!"
Zhou Xiugui was so angry that her chest heaved violently: "Okay, okay, then you stay here and I'll leave!"
She picked up the child and walked out.
Song Desheng's mouth was full of bitterness.
He knew he shouldn't come back, but rumors were flying around in the provincial capital, so he had to deal with things in the village before he could continue to take root in the provincial capital.
He has a decent job in the provincial capital, lives in an apartment, has a bicycle at home, and can take a bus to travel. He is unwilling to give up such a good life.
"Manman, I'm sorry for wronging you."
Tang Man shook her head: "No, I'm not wronged. If you choose me, I will stand by you firmly. I know that my parents won't accept me so easily. It doesn't matter. Time will tell. Let's cook a meal for my parents to express our sincerity."
Song Desheng was a little surprised to see the fish and meat placed casually on the table in the yard, as well as the slaughtered duck.
We didn’t have such a good life on the twelfth lunar month in previous years. Today is just the Little New Year, and already our family is enjoying delicious food and fish?
He took a casual look and saw the washed clothes hanging in the yard. They were clean and the thick cotton jackets had no patches on them. They were obviously new clothes.
When did the conditions at home become so good?
While the two of them were looking around and cooking, Zhou Xiugui carried Huazi to Jiang Wanyue's house.
Jiang Wanyue was still busy at the factory, and only the two children were at home reading and writing. Seeing their grandmother walking in with an angry look on her face, Song Huaizhi hurriedly asked, "Grandma, is Huazi disobedient? Let me take care of him."
Zhou Xiugui sighed: "Huaizhi, after the New Year, you will be nine years old. You have always been sensible, so I won't hide it from you. Your father is back."
The pencil in Song Huaizhi's hand fell to the ground. He bent down to pick it up, raised his head and said, "Didn't grandpa kick him out of the house? Why did he come back?"
"I think he probably wants to come back to celebrate the New Year." Zhou Xiugui is a woman after all. Although she has made up her mind to sever ties with her fourth son, can blood ties be severed so easily?
She kept sighing, "What a sin! How could I give birth to such a thing! Huaizhi, go to the factory and tell your mother so that she can be mentally prepared!"
Song Huaizhi stood up and walked out.
He deliberately passed by his grandparents' house and looked through the gate of the yard. He saw a strange woman washing clothes in the yard.
He walked in with a sullen face: "Don't touch the clothes my mother bought for grandma."
Tang Man was stunned.
She recognized him immediately as her husband's son because they looked so similar.
She forced a smile and said, "You must be Huaizhi, hello. I'm your Aunt Tang. I bought you a toy car. Come on, I'll get it for you."
She wiped her hands and tried to hold Song Huaizhi's hand, but Song Huaizhi pushed her away.
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