On the 22nd day of the twelfth lunar month, the village slaughters the New Year pig.
Xiaojing Brigade raised more than a dozen pigs. At the end of the year, they slaughtered the pigs and distributed the meat according to the number of people registered in the household.
Except for those who were busy weaving bamboo, everyone else in the village came to the brigade headquarters to line up to get pork. Jiang Wanyue didn't need to go to get it because her father-in-law was the brigade leader and would directly keep the meat for her family. She could get it anytime.
Later, Jiang Wanyue went to her parents-in-law's house after finishing her work.
When she walked in, she saw her sister-in-law Song Hongxia was there too, holding a bag filled with several pounds of pig blood, pig bones, and a piece of pork belly.
This was the meat distributed to the old couple. Most of it was taken away by Song Hongxia. Because there was no pork to share in the city, she went back to her parents' home to eat and take some.
"Wanyue is here." Song Hongxia put down the bag in her hand and took out a handful of candy from her pocket with a smile on her face. "I was just thinking of going into your house to give some to the children when I passed by. Since you are here, I will let you take it yourself."
Jiang Wanyue smiled and said, "Thank you, big sister, but you have children at home, so keep these for them."
Song Hongxia put the candy back into her pocket and said affectionately, "Wanyue, I heard from my father that you have been running around all day for the fish pond. You are so tired and thin. It makes people feel distressed."
Jiang Wanyue got goosebumps all over her body, and quickly pulled her hand out, laughing dryly: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm not tired, big sister, just say whatever you want to say."
"I saw that you were too tired, so I wanted to share the burden with you." Song Hongxia took her hand again, "Don't you have a job as an organizer in the bamboo weaving factory? You don't even have time to go to the bamboo weaving factory, so it's not good to occupy this job. What if the factory director is unhappy and fires you, then you're doomed. I think this way, you give me this job, I'll do it for you, and I'll give you two yuan as a thank you fee for every month's salary, how about it?"
Jiang Wanyue smiled with a fake smile: "Big sister, I'm not looking down on you, but are you sure you can do this job?"
Song Hongxia nodded quickly: "You can do it even if you don't go to the factory every day, why can't I do it?"
"You really can't do it." Song Dahai walked in from outside and said coldly, "Didn't your husband Liu Guozhu tell you that all these new styles of the bamboo weaving factory were figured out by Wanyue? Can you do it?"
Song Hongxia couldn't believe it: "Didn't my third brother make it?"
Although Liu Guozhu also said so, she didn't believe it at all. If Jiang Wanyue had this talent, what had she been doing a few years ago? Why is she shining now?
She privately believed that Jiang Wanyue's husband had died and she had hooked up with Director Xiang as a widow, so Director Xiang gave Jiang Wanyue a job as an organizer.
Look, Jiang Wanyue doesn’t go to work at the bamboo weaving factory every day, but the factory still pays her salary.
I heard from Liu Guozhu that the factory director even came to Xiaojing Brigade to talk to Jiang Wanyue about something...Talk about something? Haha, what's there to talk about with a woman? It's obviously that kind of thing!
"Without Wanyue's guidance, how could your stupid third brother make such a popular bamboo packaging?" Song Dahai frowned and said, "The organizer job was specially given to Wanyue by the factory director. I just don't want to take advantage of Wanyue for nothing, so don't join in the fun."
As they were talking, the eldest sister-in-law Yang Yulan, the second sister-in-law Hu Zhaodi, and the third sister-in-law He Zhen all came over, all to get the pork that was allocated to them.
Song Hongxia immediately said, "He Zhen, your third brother has become a formal employee of the bamboo weaving factory. You will have a much more comfortable life in the future. You won't have to work in the fields to make a living like the eldest and second eldest brothers."
Hu Zhaodi was upset: "Oh, it's all because Song Defa doesn't know how to weave bamboo, so he missed this great opportunity!"
Yang Yulan's voice was also sour: "What's wrong with digging for food in the fields? My ancestors have lived this way for generations. I am a poor peasant and I am proud of it."
Song Hongxia said: "Wanyue is capable, you can ask Wanyue to help you find a job."
Jiang Wanyue pulled her lips and smiled.
This sister-in-law is really looking for trouble.
She said calmly, "The bamboo weaving factory will soon set up a branch in Xiaojing Brigade. Originally, I was going to suggest to the factory director that my brother-in-law be the production director... but, hey, forget it."
Song Hongxia's eyes narrowed.
Production Director! He is a leader of some importance, so his salary must be doubled!
She said quickly: "Wanyue, we are all family. If there is anything good, you should think of your brother-in-law. I think your brother-in-law is quite suitable to be the production director..."
"Maybe there will be better candidates." Jiang Wanyue smiled and looked at the three sisters-in-law. "After the New Year, the bamboo weaving factory will officially recruit workers and further refine the production process. In other words, people who don't know how to weave bamboo can also apply. Because they are family members, I told the sisters-in-law this news in advance. If you are interested, you can prepare in advance."
He Zhen said repeatedly: "Wanyue, thank you."
Hu Zhaodi coughed and said, "Can't we just make an internal decision?"
Yang Yulan also looked expectant.
Jiang Wanyue shrugged: "Even if I am the director of the bamboo weaving factory, I don't have the qualifications for internal appointment, not to mention that I am just a small organizer. Sisters-in-law, please don't embarrass me."
Zhou Xiugui waved her hand impatiently: "Take the meat and leave. I don't provide food here."
Jiang Wanyue picked up her pork and walked away.
Song Hongxia quickly followed up: "Wanyue, it was all my fault just now. I apologize to you. Please don't ruin your brother-in-law's future just because I spoke without restraint."
"Sister, I told you that the decision-making power on this matter does not lie with me." Jiang Wanyue said without even turning her head, "Let brother-in-law perform well."
Song Hongxia stamped her feet and couldn't help but slap herself on the mouth a few times.
Alas, if I hadn't been so talkative, my man wouldn't have been implicated. I'm really shooting myself in the foot.
After returning home, Jiang Wanyue and Song Huaizhi cooked a sumptuous dinner together. The four of them, mother and children, ate until their bellies were full and fell asleep on the bed.
The next day, the villagers were still working overtime to weave big round boxes.
There were only seven or eight days until the Chinese New Year, so Jiang Wanyue didn't dare to slack off. She found Zhao Xiangbei and said, "There are two thousand kilograms of grass carp in the new batch. After processing, there will be about 1,500 kilograms left, which can be made into 15,000 packages of crispy fish fillets. Go to the county plastic factory now to order packaging bags. Yes, and it's best to build our fish farm before the New Year. Go to the county cement factory and order everything you need."
"Ordering packaging is not a big problem, but..." Zhao Xiangbei said, "I've seen the factory drawings that Sister Jiang drew. There are six rooms in a row, and they are two stories high, covered with red bricks and cement. The cost is at least more than two thousand. To be honest, we don't have that much money in our account."
Jiang Wanyue said, "Don't worry, I'll have the money soon. Put down the deposit first and order everything you need to save time."
Zhao Xiangbei had no choice but to pack up and prepare to go to the county.
He was really afraid that the fishery would go bankrupt after running out of money, so he planned to ask Lin Jin about the situation before leaving.
Lin Jin was waiting for a call from the city department store at the commune. Every minute and every second passed very slowly, and she became increasingly anxious.
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