Chapter 88

Qiao Wei had one Sunday to write, and she mainly used the time in the office to read materials.

When you first arrive, don't be too unconventional or make drastic reforms. First, look at how the previous people did it. It's safest to follow the old rules.

After work, she picked up Yan Xiang, and several teachers waved to him: "Xiang Xiang, see you next week."

Yan Xiang also waved: "Goodbye Teacher Xia, goodbye Teacher Wang, Li..."

After saying goodbye to the teachers, she said goodbye to the children: "Xinxin, Qiangqiang, Junjun, Junjun, Junjun, Guoguo, Guoguo, Lanlan, Qiangqiang goodbye."

It seems that she has made friends.

Qiao Wei was happy. She didn't expect to gain such a thing after coming to the county.

Just for this, it's worth it.

On the way home, I rode my bike like the wind. As I rode, I asked Yan Xiang: "What did you do?"

"The teacher gave us some peach cakes, saying that mom bought them." Yan Xiang said, "We played games and told stories. Mom, telling stories is very interesting."

"As long as you are happy. If you are happy, mom will be happy too. The county is pretty good, right?"

"Yeah, it's pretty good."

"Look, a flock of sheep~"

"Wow~"

I was thinking all the way about how to write this article when I get home.

But I saw a surprise when I got home.

There was a brand new 26 women's bicycle in the yard.

Brand new.

Moreover, there was a child chair on the back seat of this bicycle!

Yan Xiang: "Wow~"

Qiao Wei circled around the bicycle.

Yan Lei came out of the kitchen with a smile on his face: "I'm back."

Today is Saturday, Yan Lei and his friends can all come back early.

"What does this mean?" Qiao Wei pointed at the new bikes and asked.

Yan Lei smiled: "The logistics department went to the Shanghai Bicycle Factory to grab a batch of 30 bikes, including two for women. After waiting for many days, they finally arrived today."

Qiao Wei was surprised: "How come I didn't hear anything?"

"Only 30 bikes. So many people. Everyone who knew didn't say anything." Yan Lei had something else to say, those who couldn't hold back their farts were not qualified to know.

By the time others knew about it, the 30 bikes had already been divided up.

The men who served in the army were quick, accurate and ruthless.

Moreover, Yan Lei was one of the first to know. He knew the news before the logistics personnel arrived, and he specially asked someone to ask for a women's bike.

The front of the women's bike has a diagonal bar, which is good for riding astride. Just stretch your right leg over, step on the right stirrup, and push off.

This is the way to ride in later generations.

The 28-inch bicycle is not suitable, because there is a horizontal bar in front, and only tall men like Yan Lei can step over it.

Others, even men, have to slide to get on the bike. Step on the left stirrup with your left foot, slide on the ground with your right foot, and when the bike starts to move, use your right leg to sweep the troops from behind, and you are on the bike.

Some careless parents forget that there are children sitting in the back seat. With a few slides and a sweep, the children are swept off.

Many middle-aged people in later generations have such indescribable childhood memories.

"Do you like it?"

"Of course I like it!"

But Qiao Wei likes the child chair more than the new car.

"This is amazing." She praised him, "I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it, how is it made?"

Compared with the mass-produced child chairs in later generations, it is obvious that this child chair is handmade.

The main structure is welded steel pipes, and the seat is a piece of wood. The whole has a primitive industrial roughness, but it has everything it should have: seat, backrest, armrests, footrests, leg guards.

Especially the leg guard. Three steel pipes are welded into a triangle, with a net made of thick iron wire in the middle. Although the hole was quite big, Yan Xiang's feet could no longer pass through it, and it could safely protect his legs and feet from being caught by the wheel bones.

It only took two days. She drew the seat diagram for Yan Lei on Thursday, and it was finished today, Saturday.

Yan Lei said, "If you really want to do it, it will be a hassle. I needed it urgently, so I asked someone to do it, and it was done in two days."

Many things do not take long to do. The queue for a bag in a luxury store is one year. Does it take a year to make a bag? No.

"Who did this?" Qiao Wei was curious.

Yan Lei said, "Guess."

He bet Qiao Wei would definitely not guess.

But his attitude itself gave Qiao Wei a guess.

Qiao Wei poked her finger into the steel pipe and turned her fingertips around to feel it. I am 80% sure: "Military."

Yan Lei was surprised.

"This is... the steel pipe used to make gun barrels." Seeing his surprised look, Qiao Wei knocked on the main body of the child chair and was 100% sure.

Yan Lei was really surprised: "How did you know?"

"I touched the one inside, um, what's it called? Xiangxiang, the pattern inside the gun barrel?" Qiao Wei turned her head to ask Yan Xiang.

Yan Xiang said: "Rifling! Mom, I want to touch it too, I want to touch it too!"

He was too short and couldn't reach it even if he stood on tiptoe.

Yan Lei was even more surprised: "You know that too?"

Qiao Wei picked up Yan Xiang and put him in the child chair: "Tell Dad what book we read, that one, that one, you like it very much."

Yan Xiang told his father: "Militia Training Manual."

"Good guy." Yan Lei was happy, "You have also read this."

In fact, Yan Xiang knew the rifling from the Militia Training Manual.

But Qiao Wei could guess that this was a steel pipe for making gun barrels because she had read a joke on the Internet in later generations.

Someone asked the hardware store owner on Taobao if there was a kind of steel pipe. After giving the parameters, the owner called the police directly - people in the industry knew that this was used to make gun barrels as soon as they heard it.

That day, after Yan Lei heard Qiao Wei talk about the "child chair", he insisted that she draw it. He measured the dimensions and went directly to the military engineer to ask for help.

This thing is fixed to the back seat with a few big screws as thick as fingers, and it can be disassembled. I originally wanted to install it on the women's bike of the town committee, but I didn't expect that the batch of bicycles snatched by the logistics department arrived today. It's just

right, so I can install it directly on the new bike and bring it back.

Yan Xiang sat on it: "Wow~"

It fits perfectly, and it's very comfortable to put my feet there, much more comfortable than hanging. There is a backrest behind me and armrests on both sides, so I don't have to hold my mother's belt. I don't have to worry about falling.

It's great.

Before he sat for enough, Qiao Wei picked him up again.

She touched it with her hand and found that the wooden board used for the seat had been polished, without any wood splinters, but it was hard. Now it is a hardwood chair. The backrest is also a rectangular wooden board installed on two upright steel pipes.

The armrests are steel pipes.

"It still needs some finishing so that Xiangxiang can sit comfortably."

The couple studied it carefully for a long time.

After hearing that Qiao Wei had received the work from Secretary Meng, Yan Lei said after dinner, "You go and do your thing, I'll do it."

He took down the old clothes that were wrapped around the back seat of the car to cushion Yan Xiang's buttocks and continued to cut them into strips.

Qiao Wei was writing a manuscript in the study. She looked up and looked out the window. The child's father was very carefully wrapping the steel pipe armrests with strips of cloth.

Yan Xiang was watching eagerly, full of expectation.

Qiao Wei smiled and lowered her head to write the manuscript.

The information had been checked, and the ideas had been sorted out. It was ready.

She wrote as if she had a god.

Yan Lei finished finishing the child chair, and Qiao Wei finished writing the manuscript.

Yan Lei wiped his hands and came over: "Are you going to fix the seat and backrest tomorrow?"

"Yes, I'll go to the tailor shop. It's time for me to pick up my new clothes."

"Have you finished writing?"

"Yes."

"Let me see."

Yan Lei picked it up and read it.

Qiao Wei felt that there was something wrong with his eyes: "Is there a problem?"

She believed in Yan Lei more, and Yan Lei's thoughts were as correct as they could be in this era.

But Yan Lei replied to her: "No, it's fine."

Qiao Wei: "?"

Qiao Wei cleaned the table, and when she looked up after cleaning, Yan Lei had already taken Yan Xiang to wash in the yard.

"Children need to go to bed early." He said to Yan Xiang, "Didn't mom say that children grow up by sleeping? If you want to grow up quickly, go to bed early. The earlier you go to bed, the longer you sleep, and the more and faster you grow than other children."

Qiao Wei: "..."

While Qiao Wei was washing up, Yan Lei had already coaxed Yan Xiang back to the room and got on the kang.

Qiao Wei finished applying facial oil and prepared to tell Yan Xiang a story. Yan Xiang really liked listening to stories.

Yan Lei closed the door of the east room and stopped her: "He's asleep."

Qiao Wei didn't believe it: "It's so early, he just went to bed, how can he sleep? He's waiting for me to tell him a story."

Yan Lei said: "Boys should listen to stories every day. He won't listen today."

Qiao Wei: "?"

Qiao Lei held her waist and lifted her up, then hugged her: "Come on, tell me a story."

...

The autumn night was slightly cool.

The house was full of heat.

Qiao Wei raised her head, put her hands in her hair and pulled it back, and exhaled a long breath. She

looked down at him again: "Are you..."

She asked a guess in a hoarse voice: "Yan Lei, do you like to read the articles I write?"

Yan Lei's breathing was still disordered, and he admitted: "Yeah."

He liked to see her sitting at the desk holding a pen.

When he read those good words and wonderful sentences, and thought that they were written by her, his body became hot.

Qiao Wei smiled, revealing evil.

Yan Lei knew that she had controlled him.

There was nothing he could do.

He hated it, but also accepted his fate. He could not do anything about her in this life.

It was tossed.

She was the boat and he was the wave.

Ups and downs, bumps.

The boat almost capsized, and she bit her lip and held him to stabilize it...

"Slow down." She was out of breath.

"You don't like it?" He didn't listen.

"..."

"Tell me quickly, do you like it or not?"

That waist was going to kill Qiao Wei.

Who controls who.

The voice was broken.

"I like it..."

Qiao Wei went to the tailor shop on Sunday with a radiant face.

The old tailor was alone, without children or wife. There was no such thing as working days and rest days in his job. Sundays are also in the shop.

He lives in a small bungalow behind the shop, with the shop in front and the house in the back.

The Lenin suit made of military cloth for autumn and winter has been made. Qiao Wei tried it on and it fit her perfectly, making her look particularly energetic.

"Would you like to be a military dependent?" The old tailor's glasses hung on the tip of his nose. "Whenever young girls come to me to have their clothes made, I always advise them to find soldiers."

"How good it is, the salary is high and the treatment is good." The old man looked at Qiao Wei's hibiscus-like, glowing face, "... and a healthy body."

Ahem! The old man knows a lot.