"Brother, you should go this trip. If you don't rush, wait for me for a week. Once I have things settled at the factory, I'll go with you."
"Yes, yes. I also have to finish the work at the factory before I can leave!"
When Shitou heard that they were leaving, he quickly asked, "I want to go too!"
"Go, go, of course you have to go!" Zhang Hewu touched his brother's head.
"Brother, I have something to tell you..." Zhang Xingrong told him about the wooden furniture factory.
Zhang Hewu was stunned for a moment and said, "I don't know any foreign languages, and I don't have the ability to learn. I don't want to be a factory manager anymore."
"Why?" Zhang Xingrong didn't quite understand why her second brother turned down so many opportunities. "If you're willing to be the factory director, I can find you a translator later. You don't have to study."
Zhang Hewu shook his head. "Rongya, I'm not really suited. When I was in the commune, I saw through some things. I think it's good to grow fruit trees in the village now. It's free and easy, without so many rules and regulations. Besides, when the fruits are ripe and we sell them, we can share the money, and then I'll have an income too!"
Zhang Xingrong sighed. She didn’t know what her second brother’s problem was, so she just let it go. If he didn’t want to, then he didn’t want to.
After the discussion, the few of them became even busier. Su Ying is now the financial director and is busy instructing his subordinates on financial matters.
Zhang Hewu and the villagers were busy with the orange trees on the mountain. Now most of the mountain was covered with orange trees. The villagers often used manure to water the fields. When the manure was not enough, they pooled their money to buy some from the production team they had a good relationship with.
There is more manure in the slack season, so when some production teams heard that people from Lugou Village were willing to pay for manure, they agreed without hesitation.
With manure water, even dead trees can sprout, so the orange trees grow very well and very quickly.
On the other side, Zhang Xingrong was busy with the work of the wooden furniture factory.
Ma Wan called in the carpenters he had previously hired. Zhang Xingrong gave each of them a small piece of wood and asked them to make a stool, with the most important requirement being that it be stable and the second most important being beautiful.
A group of carpenters looked at the piece of wood in front of them, which was neither too big nor too long. Many of them were worried. How could they make a stool with such a small piece of wood?
However, some carpenters were confident and picked up their tools to start tinkering.
Zhang Xingrong was in a good mood when she saw these serious carpenters.
Wooden furniture is different from rattan furniture. Wooden furniture takes longer to make. So it took me a whole day to make a simple little chair. At lunchtime, Zhang Xingrong allowed everyone to go to the cafeteria.
The carpenters were overjoyed when they heard that they could eat in the cafeteria.
They had heard of Hongyun Factory a long time ago, and had also heard that the food in the Hongyun Factory cafeteria was good and there was even meat from time to time!
Everyone arrived at the cafeteria and used the communal bowls to get their rice and vegetables. They were delighted to have meat today. The other ingredients were very generous, so it was no wonder everyone said they loved Hongyun Factory. If it were them, they would like it too!
Zhang Xingrong returned from her meal and sat down in a corner to eat. Uncle Luo San, Aunt Changzhu, and Ma Wansuying had also arrived. They sat down behind a pile of wood, discussing the factory's operations while they ate. Soon, two more people returned from the factory.
This person was none other than Zhang Xiaoyang, the younger brother of Zhang Dayang (the man who had been close friends with Zhang Hewu at first, but ended up stealing Zhang Hewu's girlfriend). The other person was from the neighboring Liujia Village.
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