Xiaojing Brigade Primary School only organizes this one exam per semester.
This time, thanks to the hand-cranked mimeograph machine, several teachers no longer had to work overtime to copy the test papers, and copying errors were avoided, which was a great help.
Principal Zheng saw Jiang Wanyue and waved: "I was just looking at your son's test paper, which Teacher Wan had just corrected. As the saying goes, a good father will have a good son, and a good mother will not have a bad son. Song Huaizhi's third-grade test paper scored full marks!"
Jiang Wanyue took it and took a look. Not only was it full marks, but it was a very good full mark. The last question actually used the thinking of a fifth grader.
"And Song Yunying, her grades are also pretty good." New teacher Yuan Zhanrun said, "She has never been to school, but she was able to score 90 points on the first-grade exam. That's pretty impressive."
Jiang Wanyue smiled and said, "After the Chinese New Year, Song Huai will be in the third grade, and Song Yunying will be in the first grade. Is that okay?"
Principal Zheng nodded: "That's absolutely no problem. I estimate that your son can skip another grade. Maybe he can go directly to the fifth grade in the second semester of next year."
Jiang Wanyue smacked her lips.
This kid will only be eight years old after the Chinese New Year. If he really skips to the fifth grade, then... these days, elementary school is a five-year system, and junior high school is a two-year system, which means he can finish junior high school at the age of ten and take the college entrance examination at the age of thirteen...
She suddenly felt like Alexander.
My son is so outstanding, so it’s really stressful for me as a mother.
Seeing her come out with a frown on her face, Song Huaizhi's heart skipped a beat: "Mom, did I do poorly on the test?"
Jiang Wanyue teased him deliberately: "Where do you think you are lacking?"
Song Huaizhi thought for a while and said, "That might be the last math question. I used a different way of thinking to solve it, which led to a loss of points."
He paused and said, "But even if it's not the idea in the textbook, the result is correct. Why did I lose points? I want to go in and ask the teacher."
"Okay, you got full marks." Jiang Wanyue held his hand, "You got full marks, Yingzi got 90 points, you two are great, let's have a delicious meal today!"
Song Yunying licked her lips: "What's delicious?"
Although the family had good living conditions every day, with fish and meat, the dishes were still too monotonous. Jiang Wanyue had long been drooling over the chicken at home.
In winter, the hens are not laying eggs very frequently, so it is a good reason to stew them and eat them to nourish the whole family.
After arriving home and picking up Huazi, the mother and son started to get busy.
Jiang Wanyue originally wanted to find someone to help kill the chicken, but chickens were an important family property these days, and if the news of eating the chicken got out, there would be gossip.
She simply took action herself, grabbed the chicken's wings, closed her eyes, and used a knife to scrape the chicken's neck.
After trying several times, she failed to cut the chicken's neck. She was anxious, and the hen was also anxious, screaming and struggling.
"Deputy Party Secretary Jiang, this is not how you kill a chicken!"
Suddenly a man's voice came from the door.
Jiang Wanyue opened her eyes and saw that the director of the bamboo weaving factory had come.
She hurriedly went to meet him and said, "Why did Director Xiang come to our Xiaojing Brigade at this time? Is there something important?"
"We'll talk about this later. Deputy Secretary Jiang, put down the knife first."
Jiang Wanyue then noticed that she was actually holding a kitchen knife to greet people, and smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, I'm killing a chicken."
"Let me help." Xiang Lingxiao put down the briefcase in his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and took the kitchen knife and hen. "We still have to kill the chicken, so that the chicken will taste better."
As he spoke, he chopped the chicken with his right hand. Hot blood spurted out of the chicken's neck. It struggled for a few times before completely dying.
"Thank you, Director Xiang, for solving this big problem." Jiang Wanyue hurriedly went in and brought out a basin of hot water, threw the hen into the basin, and then poured out a cup of brown sugar water, "Director Xiang, have a cup of hot water to warm yourself up first."
Xiang Lingxiao took the brown sugar water, took a sip and said, "Deputy Secretary Jiang, please get busy while I talk."
Jiang Wanyue nodded, sat on a small stool and started plucking the hair.
Xiang Lingxiao said, "Didn't the candied fruit factory order a thousand multi-layer boxes last time? They were sold out in just two days. Their factory director came to me in person and wanted to order 10,000 boxes before the New Year."
Jiang Wanyue heard the melancholy in his tone and raised her head and said, "Although it's a bit urgent, it's not impossible to do it. Why does Director Xiang look unhappy?"
"There's also the candy factory. They ordered so many before, but it was still not enough. This time, they ordered 30,000 at once." Xiang Lingxiao said with a headache, "The biscuit factory also ordered 20,000... Because the New Year is coming soon, these gift boxes are selling very well. They all have to deliver them before the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month. The time is so tight that I dare not even accept the deposit."
In the past, when my performance was average, I was worried every day.
Now that business is suddenly picking up, I’m still worried.
Jiang Wanyue plucked the feathers off the two chicken legs before saying, "The market has fully accepted bamboo packaging, which has surpassed iron packaging. There will be more and more orders in the future. Your bamboo weaving factory only has more than 20 regular employees. It is impossible to handle so many orders. You can only hire temporary workers. But after the spring, the busy farming season will begin. Therefore, it is a problem whether you can recruit temporary workers after the spring."
Xiang Lingxiao squatted down, picked up a chicken wing and helped to pluck the feathers: "Then Deputy Secretary Jiang, what do you mean?"
"I suggest that Director Xiang set up a branch factory in our Xiaojing Brigade and recruit regular workers." Jiang Wanyue dropped a bombshell, "In this way, employees will also have to weave bamboo on weekdays, and a certain amount of bamboo will be kept in the warehouse, so that if there is a sudden increase in orders, the factory can cope with it. Director Xiang doesn't have to be afraid of anything else. The brigade's bamboo weaving factory is mainly for processing. The products produced will be shipped to your main factory for final coloring, packaging and transportation. This way, the division of labor will be more detailed and the efficiency will be higher."
Xiang Lingxiao was completely stunned.
He never dreamed that the bamboo weaving factory could set up a branch. Isn't this too hasty?
and--
"What if bamboo weaving becomes unpopular in the future? Wouldn't it be a waste to open the branch factory?"
Jiang Wanyue changed the basin of hot water and continued plucking the fine hairs. She smiled and said, "Times are advancing, and people's aesthetic tastes are also improving. The big round boxes and multi-layer boxes that are sold now may indeed be unpopular in the future. This means that the bamboo weaving factory must keep pace with the times, constantly update its products, and constantly design products that will make people's eyes shine. Only in this way can the bamboo weaving factory go further and further. If Director Xiang wants to run the bamboo weaving factory with these few boxes, I still say that within two years, the bamboo weaving factory will be replaced by others and close down."
Xiang Lingxiao fell into deep thought.
While Jiang Wanyue was speaking, her hands did not stop moving. She quickly plucked the hen and prepared to cut it.
Xiang Lingxiao quickly grabbed the kitchen knife: "You women are weak, let me do it, it's a good opportunity for me to clear my head."
Jiang Wanyue knew that she needed to let him think about it, so she left him some space while she went to prepare other dishes.
The chicken was quickly cut and stewed in a pot on the back stove.
The big iron pot in front is used for frying and cooking.
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