Song Huaizhi was the chef, Jiang Wanyue was instructing him, and Song Yunying was sitting by the stove, adding firewood. The three of them, mother and son, worked in perfect harmony.
Xiang Lingxiao couldn't help but say, "Deputy Secretary Jiang's children are so sensible, unlike my bastard son, who is considered obedient as long as he doesn't get into trouble every day."
"I can't help it. I'm just too busy." Jiang Wanyue felt a little guilty. "I'm an incompetent mother. If my child doesn't understand anything, I won't be able to live."
Xiang Lingxiao smelled the fragrance of the food and knew that he should leave, but the matter had not been settled yet. If he came tomorrow morning, he didn't know if he could meet Jiang Wanyue.
He had no choice but to stay behind shamelessly. He originally wanted to help chop wood, but found that the wood had already been chopped. In the end, he had to go to the yard to play with Song Huazhi.
When Jiang Wanyue was serving the dishes, she heard giggling coming from the yard.
When I walked out, I saw Huazi sitting on Xiang Lingxiao's neck. Xiang Lingxiao was holding the little guy and walking around the yard. Huazi was laughing non-stop.
She searched in her original memory, but couldn't find such a heartwarming scene.
The main reason is that the original husband Song Desheng was also very busy and rarely spent time with the children, and the relationship between father and son was very ordinary.
Jiang Wanyue couldn't help feeling a little annoyed when she thought that Song Desheng would come back in a few years to fight for the custody of the child.
"Director Xiang, let's talk while we eat."
Xiang Lingxiao put Song Huazhi down, walked into the house, and when he saw the rich food on the table, his jaw almost dropped.
As the factory director, his family life is naturally good, but it seems to be a little worse than Jiang Wanyue's family.
Moreover, the food in her house is especially delicious. Just smelling it makes my mouth water.
"Please sit down." Jiang Wanyue said with a smile, "It's just a simple meal, please make do with the factory director."
"Deputy Secretary Jiang is too polite." Xiang Lingxiao picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. His eyes widened immediately. "This tastes so good. Your son is incredible. He is so young, but his cooking skills are better than those of the chefs in state-owned restaurants."
Jiang Wanyue joked, "Huaizhi, it seems you can find a job in a state-owned restaurant."
Song Huaizhi showed a restrained smile: "It's all because of my mother's good teaching."
After the meal was almost over, Xiang Lingxiao said, "I've thought about it. We can indeed open a branch factory, but it's too late to do so now that it's the end of the year. With tens of thousands of orders now, it's hard for Xiaojing Brigade to handle them alone. This is what I think. We can recruit temporary workers from the entire commune, but we need the consent of Deputy Party Secretary Jiang."
Jiang Wanyue nodded and said, "Of course no problem."
It is impossible to produce 60,000 bamboo packages in three or four days relying solely on Xiaojing Brigade. Since the cake is already so big, it would be okay to share some of it with others.
The two discussed some details and finally reached an agreement.
It was already very dark at this time. Xiang Lingxiao rode his bicycle with a flashlight and slowly disappeared on the trail.
That night, Lin Jin still didn't come back.
Jiang Wanyue was a little worried. If she had known earlier, she should have let Zhao Xiangbei go with her.
If Lin Jin hasn't returned tomorrow afternoon, she will have to arrange for someone to go to the city to look for her. After all, the security is poor and it is too easy for a woman to get into trouble outside.
The next morning, Xiang Lingxiao brought Liu Guozhu to Xiaojing Brigade and called all temporary workers over.
"My fellow villagers, I am the director of the bamboo weaving factory. My last name is Xiang." Xiang Lingxiao said loudly as he stood on the steps. "I am here today to announce something. Our bamboo weaving factory has received a large order of 60,000 this time!"
The people present couldn't help but be shocked.
"Sixty thousand orders, calculated at 1.5 cents per order, that's nine thousand dollars!"
"Good boy, if forty or fifty of us share nine thousand dollars, then won't we be rich?"
“Can everyone afford a bicycle now?”
While everyone was imagining, Xiang Lingxiao said, "But those factories require delivery before the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month, which means there are only three days. Can you complete such a large order?"
Everyone shook their heads.
Even if all of them worked day and night to edit it, they still couldn't finish it.
"We are now planning to recruit temporary workers from other brigades in Hongqi Commune." Xiang Lingxiao said, "Why are we announcing this to everyone? Because other brigades have never done this before and need people to lead them, so the factory plans to set up several teams based on the brigades. As for the team leaders, they will be selected from your Xiaojing Brigade. The selected people will 100% become formal employees of the bamboo weaving factory, receive wages, and eat state-funded food."
"Oh my god, a regular worker!"
"Regular workers make around 20 yuan a month. If you're selected, you won't have to worry about anything in the future!"
"Oh my god, this is such a good opportunity, we must not miss it!"
“…”
Everyone was so excited that they signed up to be team leaders.
The list of team leaders is determined by Song Laosan, and the selected people will go to other brigades to recruit temporary workers. The quality progress of the brigade is the responsibility of the team leader. If they do a good job, they will be directly converted to full-time employees. If they do not do a good job, sorry, they will lose the qualification for conversion.
These days, being a worker has a stable job. Being able to work in a factory and get paid is something that makes one's ancestors proud. Everyone works very hard and dares not slack off even for a moment.
After finishing the work at the bamboo weaving factory, the Liberation Brigade came to deliver fish.
They delivered two thousand kilograms of fish on two carts. Most of the fish were still alive, jumping around in the nets.
Zhao Xiangbei took out the scale, weighed the goods, recorded the data, and then made the final payment.
Jiang Wanyue asked everyone in the cowshed to put down their work temporarily and process the fish together first. She planned to make another batch of crispy fish fillets before the New Year.
The crispy fish fillet production line requires at least seven or eight people, and the fish farm also has to feed the fish twice a day, which is very tiring, and there is once again a shortage of manpower.
Like Lu Chengyuan, he has to cut grass for the fish, seal the fish mouths, and look after the fish fry incubator. He runs around and is very busy.
Like Duan Jing, she not only has to cook for everyone and adjust the flavor of the crispy fish fillets, but is also responsible for purchasing the wheat bran and rice bran that are delivered to them, as well as some miscellaneous office chores.
The others also have to take on multiple roles and move wherever they are needed.
Jiang Wanyue knew that she had to further refine the work, which meant hiring full-time employees.
In the afternoon, Lin Jin finally returned and brought back good news.
"The city department store finally agreed to put our crispy fish slices on the shelves." Lin Jin smiled at first, then coughed awkwardly, "That's right, they said they want to sell the goods first, and then settle the bill after they are sold. If they can't sell, they will just withdraw the goods."
This time when she went to the city, she brought 5,000 bags and put them all in the department store. She was confident that they would be able to sell them.
But nothing came of it, and I'm still worried.
"Don't worry." Jiang Wanyue patted her shoulder. "The county sold out 10,000 bags in two days. The city's purchasing power will only be stronger. I estimate that the city will call tomorrow morning. You can take a rest today and go to the commune tomorrow morning to wait for the call. We can't always ask the commune's secretary to come to notify us specially."
Lin Jin nodded in agreement.
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