Chapter 405 Production
December's income was indeed much better than before, and when the meeting started again at the beginning of the new week, Song Lubai straightened her back a bit more.
At the meeting, Song Lubai summarized the changes made to improve efficiency and said that after the change of the stove, the daily output can be twice that of the original. As long as the raw materials can be supplied, the income in January can double.
The workers nowadays are highly skilled, and they keep waste to a very low level.
At this meeting, Feng Gang didn't say anything more.
Although the income of the shoemaking workshop has decreased slightly compared to before, its net profit is still higher than that of the food workshop.
Back in their own offices, everyone started another round of meetings.
A while ago, cloth shoes from other farms appeared at the supply and marketing cooperative in the city, much later than the people of the 16th Regiment had expected.
However, the shoemaking class wasn't worried because their fabric supply was stable. It was just that as the weather turned colder, the shoemaking class started making winter cotton shoes.
Single-layer shoes are easy to make, but cotton shoes take more time. Making three pairs a month is considered fast, so my income in December was a bit lower than before.
Yu Lin talked about the awards ceremony to be held after the New Year, and then encouraged everyone to do a good job wrapping up the year-end work...
After the office meeting ended, Song Lubai returned to the food workshop.
Although the weather has been cold lately, the workers in the food workshops are not cold at all, because the stoves are always burning.
While everyone was working enthusiastically, Song Lubai brought up the matter of the commendation meeting.
Although there is a reward system in the food workshop, and Deng Hong records the outstanding performance of workers in her notebook at the end of each month, no one complains about having too many rewards.
"Everyone, keep up the good work! Our earnings should double by the end of this month. We did a great job last month, and although we didn't get any praise from the group, at least no one's criticizing us..."
After saying those encouraging words, Deng Hong said, "Deputy squad leader, one of the workers mentioned something to me before. What do you think about it?"
When Deng Hong started speaking, everyone's eyes turned to her.
"What's up?"
Deng Hong cleared her throat and said, "Could we borrow the tools from our workshop to make some vermicelli before the New Year? The price at the supply and marketing cooperative is too high, and it's too much trouble to make it ourselves. It's not as convenient as having it here."
Song Lubai asked, "Everyone wants to do it, right?"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Having vermicelli on the table during Chinese New Year is quite a treat.
Song Lubai said, "The day before the holiday, after we finish work before the New Year, everyone should bring 30 jin of sweet potatoes. On the day you bring them, Comrade Zhang and you two will have to grind the sweet potatoes into a paste. Don't mix them with the ones from our food workshop. On the first day of the holiday, everyone should work together to make the vermicelli. After dividing it equally, everyone can take it home."
No one is allowed to bring too much or too little. Once this method of making sweet potato noodles leaves our village, no one else is allowed to mention it. If another group steals our livelihood, we'll all regret it.
Everyone was quite satisfied.
Buying this outside would be a waste of money, but making it yourself with sweet potatoes is a different story.
As the weather gets colder, the stove at home has already been lit.
It snowed several times in January, and the weather was so cold that the vermicelli had to be brought indoors to dry, and a stove had to be kept burning inside.
Song Lubai's body felt increasingly heavy, and the child spent more time moving around than before.
Song Lubai sat on the bed eating dried sweet potato, while Wei Yang skinned the rabbit he had caught at the door.
Recently, she has been experiencing abdominal pain, which usually subsides after a while. Today, she initially didn't take it seriously when the pain started, but it gradually worsened until she couldn't sit or lie down. When she got up, she noticed that the spot where she had been sitting was wet.
She hurriedly called out, "Wei Yang, Wei Yang, I think I'm going into labor."
Wei Yang quickly washed his bloody hands and called out to Wei Zhao again.
Although he had mentally prepared himself beforehand, Wei Yang's hands still trembled with nervousness when it came time to give birth.
Wei Zhao hurriedly came out of the house, and the two of them helped Song Lubai to the health center.
Song Lubai, shivering from the pain in her stomach, asked Wei Zhao, "Will childbirth hurt more than it does now? How long will it take to give birth?"
Hearing the tremor in her voice, Wei Zhao comforted her, saying, "It depends on the person. I think you're in good health, so you'll definitely be able to give birth smoothly. Dr. Jiang at our health center often delivers babies and is very experienced. Don't be afraid."
Song Lubai never realized before how long the journey to the health center would be.
Dr. Jiang, a woman in her forties, stood up and said with a smile after examining Song Lubai's condition: "There's still some time before she gives birth. Now you can go back and make her some more food, like steamed egg custard or thick rice porridge. Eat some more so she'll have more energy to give birth later."
Song Lubai was sweating profusely. "I'm in so much pain, and it's not time for me to give birth yet?"
Dr. Jiang dared not frighten her any further and comforted her, saying, "It'll be soon, you're three centimeters dilated. What you need to do now is conserve your energy."
After comforting her, Dr. Jiang went back to make preparations.
Only Wei Yang and Song Lubai remained in the ward.
Wei Yang didn't know how to comfort her. Looking at the "fierce" expression on her face, he said, "I'll only have this one child."
Song Lubai thought to herself, she would never have a second child, this is really damn painful.
Wei Zhao went home and cooked rice porridge, then cracked three eggs into it. Chen Yu watched the stove while Wei Zhao went to Song Lubai's room to pack the things they needed.
When I returned to the hospital, it was more than forty minutes later.
After examining you again, Dr. Jiang said, "Not bad, you're pretty fast. You're seven centimeters dilated, you're not far from giving birth. Just bear with it a little longer."
Sweating profusely, Song Lubai took the soup bowl handed to her by Wei Zhao and finished her rice in a few mouthfuls.
Seeing Wei Yang standing there dumbfounded, as if he were sealed away, Wei Zhao gave him a push and said, "Go outside and wait."
Wei Yang didn't leave, and Song Lubai, covered in sweat, said, "Get out."
She looked like she was gritting her teeth, so Wei Yang could only say, "Then I'll go out. Call me if you need anything."
Song Lubai's soft, fragmented voice carried outside, making Wei Yang restless and uneasy as he waited.
As the sound grew louder and more painful, Wei Yang began to pry open the door.
After three or four hours of fussing, the baby's cries echoed in the room.
As Dr. Jiang wiped the baby's body, he said with a smile, "It's a girl. She's a little small, but she cries really hard."
Song Lubai didn't even have the strength to lift her hand. She mumbled in a daze, "Then why does my stomach still hurt?"
The pain is only slightly less than before.
Wei Zhao took the cleaned child, wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and held him to comfort him.
Wei Yang rushed in when he heard the child crying, asking, "How's my wife?"
Dr. Jiang was massaging Song Lubai's belly to help her expel lochia when he suddenly froze, "There's another one inside."
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