Lu Yuan reassured everyone, "As the director, it's not wrong for Director Yu to want to do everything himself. It's normal to feel a little uncomfortable at first, but he'll get used to it over time."
Sun Tieniu and the others sighed again.
"Yeah, that's true. Back when he first came to the countryside, he was always behind on work points when he went to the fields. But later he was able to earn two or four work points. Things got better over time."
No sooner had he finished speaking than someone helped Yu Shaoheng back.
"Do you have any gauze? Quickly bandage him up."
Yu Shaoheng covered the fingers of his other hand with one hand, and bright red blood seeped through the gaps between his fingers, staining his hand red.
"What happened?" Lu Yuan asked.
Yu Shaoheng said awkwardly, "It's nothing."
He couldn't say he didn't know how to cut pig feed, because he might cut his finger instead of the pig feed.
But even though he didn't say anything, someone spoke up for him: "Director Yu accidentally cut his finger while cutting pig feed."
Lu Yuan sighed. He had just been told that this person could earn two to four work points, but this person couldn't even earn two work points from cutting pig feed!
How could cutting your finger while cutting pig feed cause this much bleeding?
"Let go of my hand so I can see."
Yu Shaoheng refused, saying, "It's nothing serious, no need to look."
Lu Yuan didn't allow him to refuse and directly pried his hand off. Yu Shaoheng felt the pain and had no choice but to let go.
"hiss--"
Everyone gasped.
This isn't a cut, it's more like a chop. The flesh is torn apart, and the bone is visible. If it had been any harder, the entire finger would probably have been severed.
This must be the most serious finger injury they've suffered while cutting pig feed in their brigade!
"Oh dear, how did you get hurt like this? You're bleeding so much. I'll go get some wood ash and sprinkle it on the wound to stop the bleeding."
An elderly woman responsible for cooking pig feed hurriedly went to get some wood ash.
When they get injured, they usually use wood ash to stop the bleeding.
Lu Yuan quickly stopped her, "Auntie, no need. I'll take Director Yu to my house to get some medicine and bandages."
After the two left the pig farm, Yu Shaoheng followed closely behind Lu Yuan, still clutching his injured finger, feeling both pain and embarrassment.
Lu Yuan turned to look at him and asked, "What's wrong with you? Didn't I tell you before? As the farm manager, you only need to see what needs to be done at the pig farm and give the orders. You don't need to do everything yourself. Why are you doing everything yourself?"
Yu Shaoheng said, "But before my father left, he said that as the farm manager, I should set an example and know how to cut pig feed, cook pig feed, and clean the pigsty."
Lu Yuan was speechless. How could a father not know what kind of person his son was? Knowing full well that he couldn't do it, he still made him do it. Wasn't that just harming his son?
"Your dad is really your dad."
"That's naturally my biological father."
Lu Yuan, not one to shy away from trouble, said, "After your hand is bandaged up, I'll put a sling on it. Then you can learn from your grandparents and your mother what your father said to you before he passed away."
Yu Shaoheng asked in confusion, "Why?"
Lu Yuan chuckled, “There are two reasons. First, if you say you cut your finger while cutting pig feed, people will only think you are useless. But if you say you accidentally fell while cutting pig feed and injured your arm, people will feel sorry for you.”
Yu Shaoheng nodded, as if that were indeed the case. "And what's the second reason?"
"Secondly, I want to explain why you, as a farm manager, are not doing the duties of a farm manager, but instead taking over the work of your subordinates."
Yu Shaoheng was dumbfounded. "Brother Yuan, do you mean I shouldn't have done these things myself?"
Lu Yuan glanced at him sideways, "If the farm manager has to do everything personally, then I wouldn't have chosen you in the first place when selecting the farm manager. Anyone else would be better at these things than you."
Yu Shaoheng seemed thoughtful. "So I don't have to do these things anymore?"
"Of course, you just need to manage the people below you, make sure they don't slack off, record the growth of the piglets, write reports on the pig farm, and plan the future of the pig farm when you have time."
"I understand," Yu Shaoheng nodded.
These tasks seem easier than cutting pig feed, cooking pig food, and cleaning the pigsty.
"If there's anything you don't understand or know how to do, go to He Shenghua for advice. It will be good for you to exchange ideas."
Just don't come looking for him.
"Okay, I'll go ask him if there's anything I don't understand."
Lu Yuan brought the person home, whispered something in his wife's ear, and Wen Moxue smiled reproachfully.
"You're so mean! You're teaching Ah Heng to betray his father!"
Lu Yuan grinned mischievously, "Who told Uncle Yu to trick his son first?"
"Aren't you afraid that Ah Heng will blame you when he realizes what's happened?"
"No wonder. I'm friends with Aheng, but not with Uncle Yu. I only help my friends. He'll have to thank me later for giving him advice and helping him vent his anger."
Wen Moxue laughed so hard she almost fell over. "You have a whole bunch of fallacies."
Ten minutes later.
When Yu Shaoheng came out of Lu Yuan's house, his left arm was in a sling, his index finger was wrapped in gauze, and medicine had been applied to the wound. He could no longer feel the pain; it felt cool and comfortable.
He didn't go back to the pig farm, but instead went back to the sanatorium's staff quarters.
"My dear grandson, what happened to you? How did you get like this?" Grandma Yu looked at her grandson's arm with its neck in a sling and felt heartbroken.
Grandpa Yu and Yuan Ou weren't much better off, standing anxiously and helplessly to the side.
Yu Shaoheng felt a little guilty seeing the worried look on his family's faces.
However, thinking that it would be very embarrassing to tell the truth, he stammered, "No, it's nothing, it's just that I accidentally fell down."
"Oh dear, how did you fall? Is the work at the pig farm too tiring and you can't adapt? Maybe we should quit," said Grandma Yu.
Yuan Ou also said, "Yeah, let's quit. The site manager still has to do everything. He'll be exhausted sooner or later."
Grandpa Yu didn't speak. He always believed that one should not give up halfway through a task, but looking at his grandson's current state, he began to hesitate.
Yu Shaoheng asked doubtfully, "Mom, Grandpa, Grandma, does the head of the family really not need to do everything himself?"
"Of course, you only need to manage your subordinates and keep an eye on the overall situation," said Grandpa Yu.
Yu Shaoheng nodded. "Brother Yuan said the same thing, but before my dad left, he told me that as the manager of a pig farm, I should know everything, from cutting pig feed and cooking pig fodder to cleaning the pigpen. Mom, Grandpa, whose advice should I listen to?"
"You Yu Yuneng, so it was you who tricked our son!" Yuan Ou, holding her pregnant belly, gritted her teeth in anger.
Grandpa Yu was also very angry and slammed his cane down heavily.
"That bastard, how could he teach his grandson like that? He caused Ah Heng to get so badly injured. I'll beat him to death later!"
"They deserve a good beating," Old Mrs. Yu agreed.
Yu Shaoheng was completely bewildered. Why was it all his father's fault?
"Mom, Grandpa and Grandma, please don't blame Dad. I hurt myself. It has nothing to do with him. Besides, it's just a minor injury, nothing serious."
The three of them got even angrier and threatened to break Yu's father's arm when they got back.
If Lu Yuan were here, he would definitely praise this kid as the epitome of a green tea b*tch, an eighteen-year-old green tea b*tch, and the kind who doesn't even realize it.
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