In front of the match factory.
The four brothers and sisters walked for an hour under the scorching sun, their faces flushed with heat, but they finally arrived.
The last time she came, Xiang Mianmian only had 5 dollars and the novice mission in her mind, and she had no intention of observing carefully.
After completing the task, they were looking at the novice rewards with all their eyes. Xiang Lihua insisted on catching voles, and the three of them came and left in a hurry.
This time they arrived at an unlucky time. There was a long line of people handing in their matchboxes, with twenty or thirty bamboo baskets piled up in front.
The third brother Xiang Lidang asked everyone to put the bamboo baskets on the ground and sit beside them to rest for a while.
The weather is hot and we are afraid that the matchboxes will combust due to exposure to the sun, so we put the bamboo baskets under the shade of trees. The staff who collect the matchboxes are very efficient and there is a long queue. It should be done in half an hour.
Xiang Mianmian was finally able to see the contemporary characteristics of this match factory.
The wall of the match factory is slightly high, about two meters high. It is not made of red bricks, but earth bricks rammed into the ground. They are so large that dirt chips fall off when you touch them.
There is a slogan on the left: Unity and Progress, and on the right: Work Together.
The bright red paint has faded a lot after going through wind and rain.
There is a guard room at the gate. The guards there are not like modern security guards who sit and play with their mobile phones. Both of them have a stick on their waist and stand straight in military posture.
Occasionally they would walk around, scanning the surroundings with eyes as sharp as an eagle. Their wheat-colored skin and crew cut revealed their identities.
Unlike other factories whose raw materials are relatively safe, the sulfur, phosphoric acid, etc. used by the match factory are extremely flammable and explosive substances. For safety reasons, there are regular troops stationed at the match factory.
Xiang Mianmian looked at the handsome soldier twice more, but the alert soldier gave her a "loving look" and she immediately withdrew her gaze.
Suddenly, there was a commotion up ahead.
Everyone was bored, but now there was something interesting to watch, so they stretched their necks and looked out, their faces full of excitement.
One woman even slapped her thigh and said, "I should have brought some sunflower seeds with me."
Xiang Mianmian took advantage of her small and flexible body to squeeze to the front of the crowd to see the scene firsthand.
It was a pair of women fighting.
One of the women was in her early twenties. Her left eyelid was scratched and she couldn't open her eyes. She angrily scratched the other woman's neck:
"Lin Jiafeng, you shameless slut! What did I say wrong? Your brother is shameless enough to seduce a woman, and you are also shameless enough to seduce my husband. Your entire Lin family is a filthy scum!"
Lin Jiafeng was obviously younger and quite pretty. She scratched the woman's eyelids, and she herself was not in a good mood. She had a braid and was being held by the other party, unable to move. Her neck was scratched with blood marks.
"My Lin family is clean. Who told you to spout so much shit? How could I seduce your husband? He's already 30, who would want him? My brother and he are co-workers. I'm just bringing him a towel. Why are you complaining?"
The woman whose eyelids were scratched sneered and scratched her even harder. "You're still so clean, but why are you pretending to be such a big garlic? You're the only one delivering towels? Are all the men in your family dead?"
It is really unacceptable for an unmarried girl to give such a private item as a towel to a married man.
The onlookers pointed and talked, and couldn't help nodding in agreement.
Lin Jiafeng? That name sounds familiar.
Just as Xiang Mianmian was thinking about it, the soldier from the guard room came running over and separated the two people in no time.
He felt apologetic. After all, using grappling techniques against ordinary people wasn't a good idea. But he could only control the situation first, otherwise it would get out of hand. "If you two have any disputes, go to the factory committee and argue. Don't cause trouble here."
The two were taken away by the soldier while cursing and swearing at their ancestors. They were not allowed to write anything down, and if they did, the sound would be muted by a "beep".
After the three men left, the gossipers could no longer stop themselves from wanting to know what had happened. They started to talk about all sorts of things:
"I heard from others that Lin Jiafeng's second brother and Hu Jiaojiao are having an affair, and the two of them are just hanging around..."
She winked at him, with an ambiguous look on her face, as if you understand me, I understand you, and everyone else understands. She also raised her thumbs and touched their fingertips together.
"Which Hu Jiaojiao? The eldest daughter of Hu Sanjin's family?" The onlookers came online.
"Yeah, how many Hu Jiaojiaos are there in this area? I heard that the propaganda department of the steel plant fired her. Her lifestyle is not good, so how could we dare to keep her?"
She looked disgusted.
When mentioning Hu Jiaojiao, Xiang Mianmian finally remembered that this was part of her novice reward. It was because Hu Jiaojiao was fired that Xiang Meimei got the opportunity to become a formal employee.
"Xiao Liu, you're not the kind of system that robs others of their luck, are you? If we do this, won't a reborn, revengeful heroine appear and knock me out?"
She asked with a trembling heart.
[It wasn't the system that caused them to have sex. This happened before. I simply monitored the information and passed it on to you, the host, as a reward.]
Xiao 6 comforted the host. It used the power of the system to interfere with the examiner's impression of Xiang Meimei during the exam, but Xiang Meimei's writing ability was indeed excellent, which was based on her strength.
Amidst the worry, they handed over four baskets of matchboxes to Mianmian and her siblings. Chen Wei and his uncle were responsible for collecting the matchboxes. When they saw their future sister-in-law and brother-in-law, they smiled brightly:
"...I've counted them. This big black stone is for you, Lidang. Keep it safe and don't drop it."
The third set of RMB was popular in 1962. The pattern on the ten-yuan note was black, and everyone called it the Big Black Stone.
Xiang Lidang nodded solemnly. He took the ten yuan, took out the handkerchief from his pocket, folded the big black stone and put it inside, then wrapped it up and put it in his chest pocket, holding it tightly with one hand for fear that it would fall.
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