"Grandpa, the boss just wanted to talk to me."
The little girl sipped her porridge and said, "The boss said that my arithmetic ability is fine, and I also learned accounting skills from you. The second boss decided to keep me and let me stay with her to help."
"That's ten dollars a month! If you do a good job, your salary will increase!"
Coming to a strange but unusually safe environment, the little girl regained some of the spirit that she should have at her age.
"We can only advance food now. When my first month's salary comes out, I will rent a house nearby. Then we will have a home again." Perhaps thinking of the past, the little girl's voice choked.
The old man smiled with tears in his eyes and said, "This is a good thing. Don't cry. Our lives will get better and better in the future."
"Jiu Niang, you have to work hard for the bosses, otherwise you will be unworthy of their kindness in saving your life."
Jiu Niang nodded her head twice, "Grandpa, I will definitely do it."
The old man was glad that he had sent his granddaughter to a girls' school and taught her accounting.
"Yingzi." Jiu Niang waved when she saw a strong-boned woman leading a little girl towards her.
The woman quickly took the little girl over and sat down next to them.
The woman and the old man didn't say much, they just nodded in agreement.
Yingzi, the little girl who had been silent outside, was arranged to take a bath with Jiu Niang, and the two of them had some communication.
"Jiu Niang, my boss said I'm too young and won't let me work. What should I do?" Yingzi said in a low voice.
After bringing the people here, Xie Yingfeng examined them one by one and found out that Yingzi was actually only fifteen years old, not sixteen as her mother said.
She did work as a textile worker, but only for half a year.
But her mother did not lie, Yingzi's weaving skills were indeed better than those of ordinary people, as if she was a skilled worker who had worked for several years.
Although her actual age is fifteen, she looks no different from a girl of eleven or twelve years old.
"Why?"
Yingzi said distressedly, "The boss said that I haven't grown well and I look too young, so he asked me to go to school. How can I do that?"
Thinking that her mother's salary was enough to support her and that she was smart, Xie Yingfeng thought about training her.
Yingzi's mother agreed immediately when she heard this, and said that she would send her daughter to learn to read when she had extra money.
They were just going to learn to read, not to study. There were only two of them, mother and daughter, so Yingzi's mother thought she could still afford it.
Huo Jiuniang, who was literate and good at accounting, earned ten yuan a month. Textile workers also earned ten to fifteen yuan a month, but the problem was that Huo Jiuniang's ten yuan was just a starting point.
Textile workers had to work very hard to earn fifteen yuan, and the money they could earn would become less and less as they got older.
Even though she had little education, she intuitively felt the importance of literacy and accounting.
Hearing the conversation between the two little girls, Yingzi's mother thought that the grandfather and granddaughter in front of her, Jiu Niang, could read.
Maybe I can let my daughter learn from them.
More and more people came to the Magic City, but An Jingzhi and his friends were powerless to do anything.
In order to avoid causing adverse international impact, the National Government also came up with various ways to appease the victims outside. An Jingzhi didn't know what methods they used, but the number of victims outside was indeed gradually decreasing.
The joys and sorrows of different people are not the same.
Although these disaster victims may be pitiful in the eyes of some people, they are extremely hateful in the eyes of others.
Because of their arrival, the people living around the Magic City had to take their families and hide in the city.
Because of the presence of these refugees, prices in the city skyrocketed, making it difficult to transport goods from outside and difficult to transport goods from inside.
After the disaster victims gradually dispersed, many people were overjoyed.
When the newly recruited textile factory workers heard people talking about the joy of the disaster victims after they had dispersed, they didn't know what to feel.
...If they had a choice, they would not want to leave their hometown.
During his routine inspection of the printing workshop, An Jingzhi happened to see an old man and a child teaching how to use an abacus at the counter.
After watching quietly for a while, I found that this little girl named Yingzi was indeed very intelligent and might be able to take over Mr. Huo's job in the future.
As he expected, after the female workers in the textile factory officially started working, he mentioned to Mr. Huo that he wanted them to manage the textile factory, and the other party agreed immediately.
"Manager Huo."
When Mr. Huo looked up and saw An Jing, he immediately walked out from the counter.
He bowed and said, "Young Master."
"Today's work has been completed. I thought it was still light and Jiu Niang and the others hadn't finished get off work yet, so I taught Yingzi for a while." He explained hurriedly.
I was afraid that the young boss in front of me would think that I was not paying attention during working hours.
An Jingzhi waved his hand and said, "I'm naturally confident in what Manager Huo is doing. I also know that Yingzi is studying with you. It's okay, as long as it doesn't interfere with the main business."
"Yingzi," he said, bending over to encourage the little girl beside him, "Study hard. Your Grandpa Huo is very capable. Follow him and learn all his skills. When you're done, you can work in a printing shop, and the wages will be higher than those of a textile worker."
The other person looked young, but was not really ignorant. An Jingzhi's sudden appearance just now scared her, and she was afraid of angering him. Now seeing An Jingzhi's kind look, she knew that he was not angry.
She nodded firmly and said seriously, "Don't worry, Young Master, Yingzi will study hard!"
An Jingzhi smiled and said a few words to her, then asked Mr. Huo about the recent printing issues, and the other party answered fluently.
An Jingzhi has published more than one novel in newspapers. He has now collected all of these novels and is preparing to publish them in a book.
This way, others don’t have to collect old newspapers, sales are expected to be good, and it also adds income to the printing factory.
With Mr. Huo helping to manage the printing factory, Sanniang can concentrate on reviewing and writing articles.
The reviewer An Jingzhi also asked some helpers to review the previous part, and the final part only needed to be reviewed by Sanniang.
The situation is becoming increasingly turbulent, and many people's speeches are even more radical than the pen name Shanhe.
Although his remarks were somewhat radical, they made sense and did not cross other people's lines, unlike these people.
An Jingzhi had to be on guard, because if someone used their newspaper to make inappropriate remarks, it might very well implicate them.
Just as he got home and was about to wash his hands and eat, his aunt suddenly took out an invitation and placed it in front of An Jingzhi.
"What's this?"
He asked as he opened it.
Generally speaking, he would pretend not to see ordinary invitations. It’s not that he is too aloof, but there are too many invitations. If he read them every day, he would have nothing to do all day.
"It's from the French Consulate."
When I opened it, it turned out to be an invitation from the French ambassador.
"Why would a foreigner like me invite me to a party?" An Jingzhi asked.
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