Chapter 42 Backhand

After getting the item in his hand, Ji Ze was stunned for a moment, "Why is it so light?"

Ji Duo looked at him quietly without saying anything.

If it were usual, Ji Ze would never dare to stroke his uncle's tiger whiskers, but he was in a hurry now and didn't care, "My aunt should be home by now, right?"

Seeing that he had already walked ahead, Ji Duo glanced at him and asked, "Are you not embarrassed now?"

This look was inexplicably chilling, and Ji Ze subconsciously touched his arm, "After all, it was my aunt who gave me the formula. If I lose it, I will be a sinner."

"If you lose this, you will be a sinner too."

Ji Duo's voice didn't soften at all. Hearing that, Ji Ze almost gave the things back to him. Then he thought about it and hugged him tightly again. "I will definitely be careful."

What is this?

His uncle is not the kind of person who is a germaphobe and won't let anyone touch anything...

Ji Zeyou

He was a little curious, but he didn't dare to say it, nor did he dare to ask. He just whispered to his uncle: "It's up to you in a while."

Ji Duo said nothing, but his eyes were still gloomy.

When they got home, Junzi was talking to Lin Qiao in the yard, holding a square piece of handmade soap in his hand.

"Teacher Lin, I followed your instructions and removed the mold the next day and cut it into four pieces. It was cut pretty evenly, right? I just forgot to scrape the edges, so it's a bit scratchy now that it's hard. If not, you can just leave it there as a decoration. My name is on it."

Lin Qiao was not surprised at all that the soldier forgot to shave the edge. She just didn't expect the soldier to give her the gift.

"Okay." She took it with a smile, "From now on this will be my sample, for the first time I teach this student." She even held it in her hand to show it off.

The side facing up just happened to have the crooked Chinese character "軍" written by Junzi, which made Junzi feel a little embarrassed. "If I had known earlier, I would have written it more beautifully."

"It's not too late for you to start writing better now." Lin Qiao encouraged him with a smile, and then asked, "You will graduate next year, what are your plans?"

"What plans can I make? If nothing works, just join the army." The soldier chuckled.

After laughing, he lowered his voice again, "Teacher, I want to tell you something. I haven't told my mother yet. I want to change my household registration and join the army in the fall."

"In the fall?"

So he's not going to finish his second year of high school?

Lin Qiao really didn't expect this.

The soldier nodded. "Our classmates Sun Tiejun and Wang Guoqiang will be old enough in the fall. I want to join them."

Sun Tiejun and Wang Guoqiang were both troublemakers in the back row. They were in the same class with Junzi because of their poor grades and repeated grades.

"You should discuss it with your parents as soon as possible. The sooner you tell them, the sooner you can prepare." Since it involves the future of the soldiers, Lin Qiao couldn't say too much and could only remind them.

The soldier nodded, and when he saw Ji Duo coming back, he greeted him with a smile and went home.

Ji Ze, however, was standing outside the door holding a mailbag. He was a little surprised when he saw this scene. "The auntie gets along so well with the students."

He remembered that Lin Qiao had only been working for a few months, and judging by the soldiers' attitude towards her, they were both respectful and friendly.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized that he had said something wrong. It sounded as if Lin Qiao shouldn't get along so well with students.

Lin Qiao didn't care, "He lives next door, we're quite familiar with each other." Then he called him, "Xiao Ze is here."

"Well, come and help uncle deliver something."

Ji Ze lifted the mailbag in his hand and made the excuse he had prepared in advance. For some reason, his uncle gave him a meaningful look.

Lin Qiao was also a little surprised that Ji Ze had to make a special trip to deliver something, so he reached out to take it.

"Let me do it, the thing is a little important." Ji Ze used this as an excuse to try to get in, so how could he just hand it over to her?

Then, just as he finished speaking, his uncle looked at him again, and his eyes revealed something that was hard to describe.

Ji Ze began to feel confused. Why was he looking left and right?

But since he was already here and had said everything, and seeing Lin Qiao give in a little, he immediately took the mailbag in both hands and solemnly moved into the living room.

"Where should I put it?" On the surface, he turned around and asked Ji Duo, but in fact he quickly gave Ji Duo a wink.

Ji Duo originally wanted to send it back upstairs directly, but the thing was in his nephew's hand, and he didn't want to let his nephew take it for even a second, so he pointed to the side of the coffee table.

Ji Ze was hesitating and started to put it on the ground. Ji Duo said to Lin Qiao, "A worker hired by my friend ran away."

Lin Qiao was originally a little concerned about the mail package, but upon hearing this, she immediately looked back at the man.

The meaning of this look is very clear. Is it okay to say this in front of your nephew?

Ji Duo's expression remained unchanged.

Lin Qiao understood. She guessed that the man thought he wore a good vest and was not afraid of his nephew eavesdropping. After all, he had a friend.

She hesitated for a moment and asked, "Maybe the person in charge of making liquid soap ran away?" Otherwise, Ji Duo would not have told her about this specifically.

This reaction can really be said to be very fast.

Ji Ze had never been serious with Lin Qiao, so he had no idea that she was like this in private. His movements while putting things down slowed down unconsciously, and his ears perked up.

Ji Duo caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye and said "hmm" calmly.

"Then your friend didn't give the things I asked him to keep alone to others, right?" Lin Qiao asked immediately.

"No." This time Ji Duo added a few more words, "He always takes it and puts it there himself."

"What is there to worry about?" Lin Qiao smiled and casually placed the handmade soap that Junzi gave her on the coffee table. She looked very relaxed.

Ji Ze was a little confused and secretly winked at his uncle.

As soon as he squeezed his eyes, Lin Qiao happened to look over. Seeing him like this, he was stunned for a moment, "Is there dust in your eyes?"

"Ah, a little bit." Ji Ze rubbed it quickly and asked, "Auntie, can I use your kitchen?"

"You can use it."

Ji Ze immediately rubbed his eyes and went into the kitchen, turning on the faucet and pretending to rinse.

Lin Qiao was worried and followed him to the kitchen door, "Don't knead it with your hands, your hands are not clean."

Ji Ze quickly responded, "Auntie, if you have anything to say, just tell me. I can do it myself."

But Lin Qiao was the elder, so he thought about it and stood by the door. Ji Duo finally spoke up, "That man stole some raw materials when he left."

"That doesn't matter." Lin Qiao said, "As long as no one has touched the thing I gave them, they will just copy it and the product won't be in shape."

The last thing Lin Qiao left behind was sodium chloride, or table salt.

It may seem like it has nothing to do with making liquid soap, but after the saponification reaction, if you don't use the salt analysis method to purify the solution and increase the density of the solution, all you'll end up with is soapy water.

Apparently, no one is willing to pay for the thin soapy water.

Ji Ze finally felt relieved now. He looked up and found that his uncle was staring at him quietly.

Lin Qiao didn't notice it because he had his back to the living room, and asked him, "Since you're here, why don't you have a meal at home? I'll go to the cafeteria to get some food."

Ji Zefu suddenly understood, "No, I've eaten before."

He hadn't eaten it but insisted that he had. From this point of view, he is really Ji Jun's son.

"Let's go to the cafeteria to eat together." Ji Duo glanced at his nephew.

He didn't have to chase Ji Ze, but he was afraid that his nephew would suddenly ask to help him open the mail...

It was difficult for Ji Ze to refuse this offer, so the three of them occupied a table in the cafeteria together, with Ji Ze on one side and Ji Duo and Lin Qiao on the other.

It was probably the first time that Ji Ze had dinner with Lin Qiao in such a small group. He felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't want to show it, so he casually found a topic, "Does the aunt still teach students how to make soap?"

"Well, making some simple basic soap can exercise their hands-on skills and also let them know what chemistry can do."

Lin Qiao spoke normally, but she didn't know why the other party suddenly remained silent after asking the question.

Ji Duo could guess a little, but he didn't point it out. He and Lin Qiao finished the meal in silence, while Ji Ze was absent-minded.

After seeing off his nephew, Lin Qiao returned home and then thought of the mailbag again. "What's in it?"

There was no light on in the living room. Ji Duo was watching TV. He didn't even turn his head when he heard the words, "Condom." The outline of his handsome face was clearly outlined in the light cast by the TV.

However, Lin Qiao didn't care about admiring it, "You asked Sister Yan for it before? No, why did you let Xiaoze help you send it?"

Isn't it embarrassing? She is a person who doesn't like embarrassment. She has the urge to dig her toes into the ground just thinking about it.

Ji Ze probably didn't know, and said it was a very important thing to his uncle...

Because she was too shocked, Lin Qiao subconsciously lowered her voice and moved closer to the man even though there were only two people in the room.

Ji Duo finally paused this time and looked up at her. "He came here on his own initiative. Maybe he knew something."

Know what?

Lin Qiao thought about it carefully, and could only think of the day when Ye Minshu went home and caused trouble for others. "Is he embarrassed because of his mother?"

Otherwise, why did the way he looked at her seem a little strange in the cafeteria before?

Ji Duo didn't say anything, his eyes had already returned to the TV, his expression was serious, with a pen and a notebook at his side, ready to take notes at any time.

However, if Lin Qiao believed that he was really so serious, it would be weird. The things arrived in just a few days, and it was obvious that he had called Ji Yan a long time ago.

The last time Ji Yan mailed something to them, it took more than a month to arrive. Based on this time, he might have called them soon after they used five items in two days.

This man is really foolproof and always prepared for a rainy day.

Judging from the size of the mail package, it was estimated that there was quite a lot of mail. Lin Qiao couldn't help but think of Ji Ze who solemnly handed the things in with both hands.

But Ji Ze was right about one thing. There was indeed something important inside, something that could cost someone's life if not used...

This time, neither of them turned on the lights.

As soon as he returned upstairs after reading the news, Ji Duo pushed Lin Qiao to the desk.

Lin Qiao's hips hit the edge of the table and she subconsciously supported herself with her hands. Just as she heard a "hiss", hot and wet lips fell on her neck from behind.

But the man still heard the voice, grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms.

It's just that Lin Qiao was moving away from the edge of the table, but closer to him. Their skin was pressed tightly against each other through the thin summer clothes. Lin Qiao could feel the man's excitement almost instantly.

So fast?

I didn't think he had started bandaging it before he went upstairs...

Just as Lin Qiao thought of this, someone turned his chin towards her, and in the midst of the entanglement, there was a sound of something being thrown on the table.

Hearing this, he didn't know how many he had taken. Lin Qiao pushed the man in the gap and said, "I think my period is coming."

"Which one?"

Ji Duo stopped almost instantly, and his voice was hoarse but tense.

He really can brake.

Lin Qiao really couldn't help but burst out laughing.

It was this sound that prompted the man to react instantly. He pinched her waist and pressed her down on the desk.

The first round was a bit rushed, and because of the posture, Lin Qiao didn't appreciate the uniforms she liked.

However, since it was such a long time since he received this birthday gift, Ji Duo obviously didn't intend to stop there. He rubbed her calves which were a little sore from standing on tiptoes for a long time, and soon continued the work that he hadn't completed that day and did it for the second time.

This time, Lin Qiao wrinkled his shirt and tore off his epaulettes, and bit his shoulder hard through his military uniform.

The next morning, Ji Duo got up and put on his clothes. As soon as he put his shirt on his shoulders, he couldn't help frowning.

Looking at the one on the bed, he was obviously in a worse condition. From his shoulders to his beautiful back, there were spots all over his body, and he hasn't woken up yet.

Thinking of the toilet water that time, Ji Duo didn't call anyone. He picked up their skirts and shirts that were both crumpled into dried mustard greens and threw them into the washing machine.

When Lin Qiao woke up, the first thing he did was to count the trash cans, and then he found that the man had kept them before.

No, Sister Yan won’t become their purchasing agent for these things in the future, right?

On the other hand, Ji Ze was in a mixed mood when he left, but he immediately perked up as soon as he returned to the small courtyard he rented specifically for making liquid soap.

When he found that something was missing, he tried his best not to touch anything else. Now he could report the other party to the police for theft.

No matter how big the amount is, or whether the theft can be successful, since the other party has already taken action, we can't just let it go, right?

Moreover, if he doesn't catch the thief in a hurry, how can the other party think that what he stole is real and invest more money in it?

The other party was able to successfully poach the people he hired, which obviously meant that they had been keeping an eye on him for more than just a day or two. As soon as he reported the case, the other side knew about it immediately.

"Dad, I just saw the police passing by."

In another yard in Yandu that was full of miscellaneous items, a young man in his twenties walked in and whispered to Qin Chuan who was making soap.

Qin Chuan was a workshop manager at the Yandu Soap Factory. He looked like an official with some power, but he worked for the state and was paid the same salary no matter how much he earned. So after the reform and opening up, he did not rush to let his son, who had just graduated from high school, take over the factory. Instead, he took the factory's formula and made soap himself and sold it secretly.

Not to mention that they sold quite a bit. Even though the price was cheaper than that sold in the factory, the two of them still saved a small amount of money in half a year, which was equivalent to several years' salary.

Also, because regular customers knew that their soap was the same as the one in the factory, and was only five cents cheaper, as soon as the liquid soap came out, they immediately came to ask if they had it. Only then did they realize that there was such a new and more profitable thing.

The father and son studied it for several days and even bought some, but they still couldn't figure out how it was made, so they could only work on other things.

Now that the person has run away, the business there has been suspended for a day, and a report has been filed to the police. It is obvious that they are very angry, and it is also obvious that the lost item is very important.

His son rubbed his hands and said, "Can we pay now? The man keeps asking for money, saying that he won't give the prescription unless we pay first."

"You are so short-sighted. You only care about money." Qin Chuan couldn't help but curse.

But if they were not short-sighted, why would they sell the recipe to them? Wouldn't it be more profitable to do it yourself or find someone else to partner with?

Qin Chuan did not stop making soap and asked his son, "How much does he want?"

"Three hundred. He said the other party sells several barrels every day. It must be worth the price."

"He sold it for only three hundred?" Qin Chuan didn't know whether he should laugh or not.

The other party sells several barrels a day, three hundred, and it is estimated that it will take less than three days to make back the money. This person is really stupid, thinking that he can make a few months' salary in one go.

Qin Chuan said directly to his son: "Go ask him, and give him another fifty off. If he wants to sell it, he'll sell it. If he doesn't, it'll go to waste. Anyway, no one else knows about his stuff, and even if they do, they can't get the materials. If he doesn't sell it to us, he won't make a penny."

When his son went over and told the other party about it, he started to curse at him, but despite the curse, he still gave the things and the recipe.

Qin Chuan had worked in the factory for so many years and had seen a lot of things, so he immediately identified what kind of oil it was.

When he received the alkali from the other party, he frowned, "This shape and color don't look like burnt alkali."

"Don't they look alike?" His son took out the alkaline solvent he used to make soap and compared it to the original. They were indeed quite different.

"Why don't we try it with caustic soda first?" he asked his father. "It's caustic soda anyway, maybe it's the same."

Qin Chuan didn't recognize the things the other party brought, and they were indeed hard to find, so he could only nod and say, "Then make a bucket first and see if it works."

Fortunately, the saponification time of liquid soap is not that long. If you are patient, you can still wait.

While waiting for the results, Ji Ze was also busy. He first checked the backgrounds of all the people he hired, and those with problematic or unclear pasts were not hired. Then he made work clothes for the soap-making workers, and everyone had to change clothes when going to and from get off work.

In this way, it would be difficult to smuggle anything else. After hearing this, the Qin family father and son were glad that they had acted earlier and the other party had not thought of this yet.

Because it was getting harder to get more stuff, the stuff they had gotten before became more valuable, and the two of them were almost counting the days until the saponification was complete.

However, things were the same as they were two weeks ago. Qin Chuan's son scooped half of the water with a ladle, but it was still not as thick as the soup with starch added.

"Isn't this just soapy water?" He threw the scoop back into the water.

Qin Chuan also frowned, "It should be because of the wrong materials. It seems that using caustic soda won't work."

"What should we do? Dad, you don't know what he brought. And I don't think he knows how to preserve it. The things were a little spoiled when he brought them over."

"No, I'll go to the research institute and ask someone to identify it." Qin Chuan gritted his teeth.

If I ask someone to appraise it, I can find out what it is, but the price...

His son hesitated to speak.

Qin Chuan also knew that if the other party had not asked for fifteen hundred yuan at the outset, it would have been too high, so he would have asked someone to appraise the item as soon as he received it.

But in just a few days, the other party had made more than a thousand dollars. Every day, buckets of liquid soap were carried out, and he saw money. Compared with this loss, spending some money didn't seem to matter. After all, if you spend it now, you can earn it back in the future.

"Didn't we sell a lot before?" Qin Chuan made up his mind, "Take them all out, and I'll negotiate the price with them."

The price was finally negotiated down to 1,300 yuan. On the day when the Qin father and son received the appraisal results, school had just resumed. As soon as Lin Qiao entered the door, she saw the guard calling her.

"Teacher Kobayashi, there is a letter for you."

Lin Qiao took it and found that there were actually two letters, one from Liu Yulan and the other from the leader's office.

I don’t know whether it was just sent or I had replied to her before and she didn’t come to school so I don’t know.

She smiled and thanked the other person, and the other person gave her a thumbs up.

It was unclear whether Lin Qiao had read that issue of the newspaper, but he had definitely seen the signature of the leader’s office on the envelope.

Lin Qiao took the letter and was about to report to Vice Principal Qi's office to see what the school would do for her next move, when someone called her, "Teacher Lin."

It was Li Xiaoqiu from Junzi's class. He came up and handed Lin Qiao a piece of handmade soap neatly wrapped in paper, "Give it to the teacher."

Perhaps because she was in a hurry to catch up with Lin Qiao, the girl's face flushed red. She was afraid that Lin Qiao would not accept her, so she raised her hands nervously.

Lin Qiao was a little curious, "Why did you think of giving this to me?"

"Everyone in the class thinks so," Li Xiaoqiu whispered, "We even agreed to carve our names on it together."

So the soldier took advantage of his proximity to her and rushed to her place first to show off?

Lin Qiao was a little amused. Looking at the girl's expectant eyes, he still reached out to take it. "Thank you."

Thanks."

Li Xiaoqiu's face instantly turned redder, but before she could say anything, another student came up behind her, "Teacher Lin! Good morning, Teacher Lin!"

Soon, even the students who had returned to the classroom to get their books ran out, holding their own handmade soaps, and surrounded Lin Qiao in the playground.

It is rare to find a teacher who is so popular among students, especially since Lin Qiao has only taught them for two months, less than a semester.

However, she really put her heart into these students. At the end-of-term meeting last semester, she was singled out for praise, and the grades of the two classes she taught improved rapidly. In sharp contrast to her was Teacher Zheng, who was again singled out for improving her teaching quality because of her frequent mistakes.

Teacher Zheng was used to being called out every year, but in front of Lin Qiao or after Lin Qiao was praised, she suddenly felt embarrassed.

Seeing that Lin Qiao was still so popular, he couldn't help but say, "What if I have to worry about it? It's still someone else's business after I teach him well."

Although no names were mentioned, the students in Class 4, who all paid attention to this, understood it immediately.

Several troublemakers immediately changed their expressions, "Who are you? What does it have to do with you whether our teacher Lin is worried or not?"

Just as they scolded Lin Qiao fiercely when she came for the trial class, they are just as fierce in protecting her now. Several tall and strong boys even stood in front of Lin Qiao, looking ready to fight her if she didn't obey.

Students are difficult to manage these days, and it is common for them to quarrel with teachers. However, this is the first time that they quarrel with another teacher over one teacher.

Teacher Zheng's face turned pale with anger. "You don't have to side with her. Teacher Jiao just came to school. Don't confuse inside with outside. You don't even know who is teaching you."

As soon as she brought up Teacher Jiao, the students fell silent instantly. Some of them were still unconvinced and were pulled behind by Lin Qiao.

"I heard that Mr. Zheng was approached by a student's parents last semester. Instead of worrying about me being assigned back to the junior high school and taking your job, you might as well improve your skills."

Lin Qiao protected a few impulsive students and touched their sore spots as soon as he opened his mouth. "Who's afraid of having their job taken away by you?"

Just at this moment, a tall and thin figure ran over and said, "Teacher Lin, Principal Zeng wants you to go to his office."

It's Qi Huaiwen.

The boy was still panting a little. He glanced around with his peach blossom eyes indifferently and added, "Teacher Jiao is here too."