As Cheng Maixiang expected, the vast majority of those admitted this time were from Liujia Village Garment Factory, accounting for nine out of the fifteen people.
The female workers in Shuangshui Village Garment Factory are paid on a piece-rate basis. As long as they have good skills, they will not have to worry about not getting a high salary. This also makes the female workers in Liujia Village who receive a fixed monthly salary jealous. When they heard that Shuangshui Village Garment Factory was recruiting workers, they all came to apply.
Originally, Yang Jihong didn't take the recruitment of Shuangshui Village Garment Factory seriously, but when the admission list of Shuangshui Village was released, she found that nine people were admitted to her village's garment factory, which was equivalent to draining the Liujia Village Garment Factory. She was completely panicked.
However, Yang Jihong was not someone who would sit idly by and soon announced that anyone who went to work at the Shuangshui Village garment workshop would have their family's work points reassessed the following year.
"Maizi, did you hear what Yang Jihong said? You poached so many people from her. If none of them show up tomorrow, our garment factory will be in trouble."
Mother Cheng looked at Cheng Maixiang worriedly. She was enjoying the blooming apricot blossoms in the yard with Lin Jiayu.
It is the end of April and the weather has completely warmed up. The dozen or so apricot trees planted in the yard are in full bloom. The branches are covered with apricot flowers that are crowded together, like a pink cloud.
"Jia Yu, look at the beautiful apricot blossoms on that tree. I bet in two or three months, the branches will be full of apricots."
Cheng Maixiang pointed to a sturdy apricot tree next to her and said.
Buckwheat and Yingying were also looking at the apricot blossoms in the yard hand in hand. Yingying had just admired a branch of apricot blossom when Buckwheat climbed up the tree without saying a word, broke off the branch with a snap, and threw it down with a whoosh.
Aiguo rarely accompanied his two sisters to appreciate flowers. Seeing Qiaomai picking flowers without any care, he angrily said to his sisters, "The ancients said that apricot blossoms on the branches bring the spring to life. Flowers are to be admired, not picked. You are simply wasting nature's gifts."
Qiaomai rolled her eyes at him and said, "Yingying said it was beautiful, so I picked it for her to take a closer look. Brother, if you want to appreciate flowers, you can also tell me which one is beautiful and I will pick it for you so you can enjoy it to your heart's content."
Aiguo felt that he had no way to communicate with his stubborn sister, so he said, "Forget it, thank you for your kindness. If you can be so kind as to let these flowers go, you will be doing me a favor."
In the past ten years, Tang poetry and Song lyrics were regarded as the "Four Olds" and were almost no longer allowed to be taught in schools. Although the atmosphere has become more relaxed in the past two years, not many people can still learn them. Seeing Aiguo speaking poetry, Lin Jiayu couldn't help but look at him curiously.
"Aiguo has loved reading since he was young, and he is particularly interested in novels from both China and abroad. His Chinese teacher likes him very much and secretly taught him a lot of classical Chinese. This child has a good literary literacy."
After hearing what Cheng Maixiang said, Lin Jiayu nodded slightly and said, "This child may become a writer in the future."
Cheng Maixiang did not see a patriotic future in that period novel. After all, the original owner was just a background cannon fodder, so her family was naturally not introduced in detail.
However, since Aiguo has this talent, she is willing to help him pave the way to success.
Seeing that the young couple was busy talking about other things and didn't hear what she said, Cheng's mother couldn't help but raise her voice and ask again.
Cheng Maixiang and Lin Jiayu smiled at each other. Lin Jiayu said, "Don't worry, Aunt Cheng. Don't worry about whether the people at Liujia Village Garment Factory will buy into Yang Jihong's idea. Even if they are truly afraid of Yang Jihong, we have backups. There are still a few people with decent skills among those who were eliminated. It's just that some people's poor mental state affected their performance on the spot, so they weren't accepted."
Seeing that the young couple didn't care about this matter, Cheng's mother gradually calmed down.
After all, the two children are much better at controlling many things than she is.
Sure enough, when the new employees reported the next day, the situation that Cheng's mother worried about did not occur. Although there were indeed two people from Liujia Village who did not come, the rest of the people were all there and signed the same contract as the old employees.
"Maizi, how do you know that Yang Jihong's threats to the Liujiacun employees are useless?"
Cheng's mother placed a plate of stir-fried green vegetables in front of Cheng Maixiang. This was a dish she particularly liked, and she would eat it all up every time it was made.
Cheng Maixiang buried her head in eating and did not answer Cheng's mother's question for a while. Instead, Lin Jiayu looked at Cheng Maixiang lovingly and said to Cheng's mother with a smile:
"Aunt Cheng, the reason is very simple. No one can resist money. The wages and year-end bonuses that Shuangshui Village Garment Factory pays to its employees are the envy of many state-owned enterprises with poor performance, not to mention the villagers over in Liujia Village.
Even if Yang Jihong wanted to punish the people who came to work at the Shuangshui Village garment workshop by reducing their work points, the work points in Liujia Village were not worth much to begin with. Furthermore, the salary you offer is still higher than their current income. Everyone has a clear understanding of the situation and will naturally not pay attention to her threats.
Cheng Maixiang finally swallowed the food in her mouth and took over Lin Jiayu's conversation, "Besides, although Yang Jihong relies on her husband being the brigade secretary of Liujia Village, she doesn't dare to have absolute control over the village. At most, the work points will be reduced from full work to 7 or 8 points. If it is reduced much more, the villagers will report it to the commune, and I'm afraid she will have a lot of consequences. And..."
Before Cheng Maixiang finished speaking, she saw her mother bring up another plate of stir-fried bitter melon. She couldn't help but exclaim, clapped her hands, and pointed at the little kids eating, saying, "Listen up, everyone! No one is allowed to snatch this plate of bitter melon from my aunt, or you're not a good child."
The children looked at each other in bewilderment. Aiguo took the initiative to push the bitter melon in front of Cheng Maixiang, "Aunt, you don't have to tell me. You're the only one in our family who likes to eat this. It tastes just like coptis root. No one will snatch it from you."
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