Chapter 121
The unexpected news Wu Zhengrong brought back diluted the family's joy at being reunited after a long separation.
Ye Manzhi anxiously called the man into the house and asked him what was going on.
"Where are you being transferred to? To a unit in another city or in Binjiang?" she asked rapidly, "We won't be separated, will we?"
Wu Zhengrong put his daughter on the ground and said seriously, "Whether we live apart is up to you. If you're willing to take the child with me, then of course we don't need to live apart. But if you want to stay with your parents, there will indeed be some distance between us..."
"Are you really going to be transferred out of town? Where are you going?" Ye Manzhi's heart suddenly became confused.
Little comrade Wu Yuzhuo had long been able to understand the adults' conversations, and now he was tugging at the corner of his mother's clothes anxiously.
He stared at his father with a pair of round eyes, holding his breath and waiting for his answer, like a little prisoner waiting for sentencing.
Amid the anxious anticipation of the mother and daughter, Wu Zhengrong spoke seriously, "Our superiors are planning to establish a new research institute in another city. They'll be transferring personnel from all over the country, and I might be among them. However, the transfer won't count until the order comes through. I'm telling you this first just to prepare you mentally."
"Who cares which unit you'll be transferred to? Which city is this research institute in?"
When she heard that he was going out of town, Ye Manzhi's heart, which had been in her throat, suddenly fell down.
At this moment, she had only one thought in her mind -
It’s over! We’re going to be separated!
If Wu Zhengrong could be transferred two months in advance, she could also apply to the school to be assigned to the city where his new unit is located.
But she already works at the Provincial Department of Industry. If she moves to another place before she has established herself, what good job can she get?
Thinking of this, she angrily twisted the man's stiff arm. "I heard some research institutes are built deep in the mountains and forests. Is this new one far away? Where is it exactly? Tell me!"
She wanted to think about whether it was possible to join the army.
Seeing that she was really anxious, Wu Zhengrong didn't dare to provoke her again. He finally smiled and said, "Maybe he's near the Binjiang Military Academy, or the provincial military district."
Ye Manzhi: “…”
"Ahhhhhh," she angrily rushed over, straddling the man and beating him. "I think you deserve a beating! You bastard, you scared me to death!"
"You said it yourself. Leaving Guangming Street is like marrying far away." Wu Zhengrong clenched her fist and laughed. "Aren't the Military Academy and the Provincial Military Region just places outside your area in your eyes?"
Due to her previous experience working in the street, Ye Lai Ya developed the habit of mentioning the city, district and street when introducing herself, for fear that others would not know that she was from Guangming Street.
Wu Zhengrong once advised her not to always report her household registration to others, but Ye Lai Ya confidently said that it was a sense of belonging!
Outside Guangming Street, everything is out of town for her!
Ye Manzhi should have been angry after being teased, but the result of not having to separate made her feel a sense of joy at having survived a disaster.
She was neither angry nor happy, so she grabbed the man's arm and took a big bite of it as if to vent her anger.
"Is your transfer to the research institute a lateral transfer, or will it allow you to advance?"
Ye Manzhi didn't ask him what he was researching in the new unit, but she could always ask if he had made any progress, right?
"It's hard to say for now since the transfer order hasn't come down, but it's likely that you'll be promoted." Wu Zhengrong patted her on the butt and asked her to get off him first. The child was still watching beside her.
Thinking of his child, Wu Zhengrong subconsciously looked in the direction of his daughter.
It didn't matter that he saw his little boy Wu Yuzhuo standing on the ground wiping his tears like a punching bag in a corner where his parents didn't notice.
His eyes were filled with tears, and big drops of tears fell down.
"Youyan, why are you crying?" The military representative who caused the trouble quickly expressed his concern.
When no one paid attention to her, Wu Yuzhuo would cry secretly. Now that she was finally noticed by an adult, she couldn't help but burst into tears.
When my mother hugged me, I cried so sadly.
She had just pricked up her ears to eavesdrop on her parents' conversation and had already sorted out the general situation based on her own understanding -
Her father is going out of town, and will be away for a long time like this time!
She didn't understand what the academy and military region were, but her mother was unhappy, so she beat her father and even bit him!
Little Wu Yuzhuo lay on her mother's shoulder and cried sadly. Her father must be going somewhere far away!
Ye Manzhi quickly hugged her daughter and coaxed her: "Baby, your dad is joking. He is not going out of town. He is still staying in Binjiang and will not leave..."
"Wu Yuzhuo, you are a grown-up boy now, why do you still cry all the time?" Wu Zhengrong also tried to coax her.
Ye Manzhi thought to herself, how can a three-year-old be considered a big kid?
Didn’t you cry when you were three years old?
However, after thinking about it carefully, she realized that it was really possible that Wu Zhengrong would stop crying at the age of three...
Ye Manzhi, sweating all over, coaxed the child into a good sleep and returned the little one, who had cried himself to sleep, back to her own crib.
Returning to the room, he glared at the culprit, "You made the child cry right after coming back, and you don't even know how to comfort the child with a few soft words! Calling the child baby will kill you! You keep yelling 'Wu Yuzhuo, Wu Yuzhuo' all day long!"
Wu Zhengrong felt that the nickname she gave her child was difficult to pronounce, so she never called her daughter "Pretty" and never called her child "baby", "darling" or "good girl" like she did.
Either call Youyan or call Wu Yuzhuo.
It makes it seem so serious.
Ye Manzhi had actually noticed this problem of his a long time ago, but she previously thought it was just a matter of personal habit and not a big deal. Besides, gay men and lesbians do have different ways of expressing their emotions.
But today she wanted to avenge the tricks played on her by the other party, so this was the perfect opportunity to take advantage of the situation!
Wu Zhengrong changed into his military jacket and talked about other things.
"Where did you get that Xinjiang skirt you're wearing? What made you want to wear one?"
"I'm in the company's dance team. I'm going to go on stage with everyone to dance the Xinjiang dance during National Day," Ye Manzhi refused to let him change the subject and kept pulling at his pigtail. "Why are you so serious with your daughter? You always call her by her full name. Don't you love your baby?"
Wu Zhengrong poured himself a glass of boiled water, drank it in two gulps, and still did not give a direct answer.
"I'm asking you! Comrade Wu Zhengrong!" Ye Manyi grabbed his pigtail tightly.
"Comrade Ye Manzhi!" The man lowered his eyes to look at her and said logically, "Always calling her baby or darling will give her the illusion that she is a baby, which is not good for her growth."
"She's already a baby," Ye Manzhi said confidently, chin held high. "A three-year-old is always a baby!"
Wu Zhengrong said stubbornly, "If you want to shout, go ahead. I won't shout."
"Why didn't you shout?" Ye Manzhi straightened his face.
Wu Zhengrong poured himself another half cup of boiled water, and while drinking it, he looked at her with a subtle expression.
Ye Manzhi was puzzled by the stares and was about to ask him what he was looking at when he put the cup on the table and asked in a low voice, "I've already called Wu Yuzhuo her mom, how can I call her Wu Yuzhuo again? Where did all those treasures come from?"
What's going on?
Ye Manzhi continued to look at him with her chin held high.
However, as she looked at it, her eyes became a little vague.
Her cheeks gradually felt hot under the other person's meaningful gaze.
Is that what she understood?
Wu Zhengrong has already called Wu Yuzhuo's mother "baby", so he can't call Wu Yuzhuo "baby" anymore?
“…”
Ye Manzhi's cheeks flushed and she was speechless. After a long while, she muttered "shameless" under his gaze, took out a new set of clothes from the closet, and asked him to go to the factory bathhouse to take a bath.
That night, when she listened to the sounds of "baby" from above, which were also shattered by the impact, she couldn't help but put her arms around the man's neck and skillfully touched his back muscles that were ready for action.
Then I whined in my heart.
It is said that if your father cannot be reformed, your mother will love you more in the future!
*
After Wu Zhengrong's return, Ye Manzhi no longer had to get up early, rush to the cafeteria for breakfast, dress her daughter and braid her hair, or send her child to kindergarten!
Life finally returned to what it should be!
Ye Manzhi has been in high spirits recently because of good things that happened to her. Although when she thought about it later, she felt that she might have been tricked by that stinky man again, she was still in a good mood.
If Wu Zhengrong told her directly that he was going to move from the military industrial compound to the provincial military region or military academy, she would indeed feel very reluctant.
After all, she had lived in the military industrial compound for seven years and in their small home for five years, and her parents, brother and sister-in-law all lived in the same compound.
She must have felt disappointed to leave her familiar environment so suddenly.
However, after being tricked by that bastard Wu Zhengrong, the external transfer work became a local advancement, which seemed to be easier to accept.
Anyway, she is now thinking about how to move her two-meter-wide bed when moving...
Sitting at the desk, Ye Manyi silently cursed Wu Zhengrong, that bastard, and then continued to work in a happy mood.
After his last research trip to the pastoral area, Ye Manzhi wrote a research report very carefully.
In addition to what they saw in the pastoral areas, she also wrote a development proposal for the province's dairy processing industry based on her own understanding.
This opinion is equivalent to a development plan, but she has little influence and does not have the power to make decisions.
Even if a plan is written, it can only be called opinions and suggestions.
After reading it, Zhao Guilin took her and the report to the director's office.
He wanted to discuss something with the director.
The main purpose of Ye Manzhi's report is to break up local mountaineering and concentrate the province's resources and funds to build new ranches and several dairy processing plants in the western pastoral areas, making full use of the natural advantages of the grassland.
Cities like Binjiang are actually not suitable for the development of dairy processing industry. Half of the milk source comes from free-range farmers. If there is any disturbance from the free-range farmers, the processing plants will be affected.
If we can make use of the western grasslands and vigorously develop dairy cattle breeding and dairy product processing, within two or three years, we will not only be able to supply sufficient milk powder to the province, but also sell the province's milk powder to other places, solving the problem of infant milk powder shortage in other provinces.
After receiving the report, Xia Zhujun said nothing. Building a dairy base in the western grasslands requires a lot of money and cooperation with the Department of Agriculture. This is no longer something that the Chemical and Light Industry Bureau can decide, and the department leaders have to come forward to discuss it.
"I'll take another look at this report and discuss it with the department leaders later," Xia Zhujun put down the report and asked, "Do you have any quick solutions to the recent shortage of infant formula?"
Zhao Guilin said: "I have contacted several large dairy processing plants in the province and asked them to put more effort into technological reform and reduce the production of adult first-grade milk powder. Milk supply is limited, so we should focus on producing special-grade milk powder for infants and young children."
"Well, anything else?"
Ye Manzhi received a look from the section chief and continued, "Director, we've recently been in contact with the Animal Husbandry Research Institute. After learning about the dietary habits of dairy cows, we plan to find some reusable scraps from the food industry to provide feed for dairy cows raised by farmers."
Seeing her puzzled expression, Ye Manzhi explained, "Some rural members live in very poor conditions. They're reluctant to feed cows anything edible to humans. For example, they have bean dregs from oil extraction, peanut vines, sweet potato vines, and fresh fruits and vegetables. Conditions are poor this year, so all of these have ended up in the members' stomachs. To prevent the members from eating all the feed we find, it's best to find some offal that humans find difficult to eat."
“…”
"Well, your idea is good. Let's try it first." Xia Zhujun nodded and said to Zhao Guilin, "Have Xiaoye grab the milk powder in advance. The Ministry of Light Industry will be sending a working group soon, and we need to receive them. Can you help me run some errands?"
Zhao Guilin quickly agreed.
When Ye Manzhi came out of the office, she was still shocked in her heart. Section Chief Zhao could only run errands.
However, there are four section chiefs in the entire Chemical and Light Industry Department. It is quite impressive to be chosen by the leader to run errands for the working group.
If she were called upon by her leader, she would definitely agree to run errands!
After Ye Manzhi returned, he selected several large factories belonging to the food industry in Binjiang City, and then temporarily seconded two comrades from the Binjiang City Industrial Bureau in the name of the provincial department. He also invited a researcher from the Animal Husbandry Research Institute to form a research team to conduct research in several factories in Binjiang.
Compared to sitting in the office and writing reports, she actually prefers this way of working at the grassroots level.
Just like when she was working in the street office, she walked around the streets all day long, feeling very free and comfortable.
Although she is still a small cadre now, as a small cadre of the Provincial Department of Industry, she no longer needs to look after the gate when she goes to various factories for investigation. As long as she communicates with the factory by phone in advance, she will basically receive a warm reception from the other party.
In three days, the research team visited a food company, two canning factories, and a flour mill.
It has been temporarily confirmed that wheat bran, rice bran and corn cobs can be used to feed dairy cows, but except for corn cobs, the other two are at risk of being snatched away by members of the cooperative.
The last stop is the Binjiang Sugar Factory, which is the stop Ye Manzhi is most looking forward to.
The raw material for sugar production in the south is mostly sugarcane, while sugar beets are used in the north.
According to researchers, beets have high nutritional value. After the sugar is extracted, ten kilograms of beet shreds are equivalent to the nutritional value of one kilogram of oats or sorghum.
Ye Manzhi has high expectations for the sugar factory. If the beet pulp can be given to nearby dairy farmers to feed the cows, it will solve the food problem for the cows.
However, the deputy director who received the research team said, "We already have a place to go for the sugar beet pulp from our sugar refinery."
Ye Manzhi nodded in understanding. It was impossible for such a large factory to produce so much beet pulp every day without a way to deal with it.
"Director Chen, how do we deal with the beet pulp in our factory?"
"Some of it was given to the meat processing plant as pig feed, and some was given to the nearby commune as fertilizer," Deputy Director Chen apologized. "There really isn't any left."
Ye Manzhi frowned and sighed, and didn't say anything for a while.
After touring the entire factory, she tilted her head to discuss a few words with the researcher, then asked with a smile, "Director Chen, we use beet roots in our sugar production, right?"
"right."
"Then there should still be quite a few stems and leaves left? Do they have a place to go?"
“The stems and leaves are removed in the first step of our production.”
Ye Manzhi smiled and said, "Although the stems and leaves are of no use to the sugar factory, they are also treasures for dairy cows."
"Haha, Chief Ye, we've actually considered this, but the stems and leaves are different from the beet pulp. The beet pulp has very little moisture, so it's easier to store. In weather like this, it won't spoil even if it's kept for a few days. But the stems and leaves won't spoil in a day or two, and pigs, cattle, and sheep don't like to eat rotten leaves."
Ye Manzhi nodded. After understanding the situation, he returned to the unit and reported to Zhao Guilin, focusing on the situation of beet shreds at the sugar factory.
Shredded beets are great, but there may not be enough to pass on to the cows.
"What's this?" Zhao Guilin pointed to the floor beneath his feet and asked, "Do you know where this is?"
"The Provincial Department of Industry!"
"Yes, we're the Provincial Department of Industry!" Zhao Guilin pointed out. "This isn't a neighborhood office, nor is it your school's factory. You don't have to do everything yourself. We only have five people in the Comprehensive Three Departments. If everyone worked like you, wouldn't we be exhausted?"
Zhao Guilin felt that the new comrade Ye Manzhi was enthusiastic and motivated, but his work mindset had not yet changed.
Ye Manzhi blinked, not quite understanding what the section chief meant.
But Zhao Guilin stopped there, waved his hand and let her figure it out on her own.
Ye Manzhi was given some advice by the section chief, but she seemed a little dull and could not understand what the section chief meant for the time being.
I pondered it from the afternoon to the evening, and was still troubled in my mind when I went to bed in the middle of the night.
Wu Zhengrong, who slept in the same bed with her, suffered again. He was woken up in the middle of the night by his wife to help her analyze what Section Chief Zhao meant.
Wu Zhengrong dazedly reached his hand into her pajamas and skillfully grasped a plump breast.
"Hate it! I'm telling you something serious!" Ye Manzhi held his hand.
"Didn't you ask me what the Section Chief meant..."
"Our section chief is not that vulgar!"
Wu Zhengrong rubbed his hand lightly twice, then took it out. He turned his back and said, "That's what your section chief meant. When it's needed, use the big hand of regulation. When it's not needed, withdraw at the right time and let those who need it solve it themselves. There's no need to do the last step yourself."
Ye Manzhi, who was getting irritated by being pinched, said: "..."
"Tell me clearly, what's going on?"
Wu Zhengrong was so annoyed that he had no choice but to turn around and hold her in his arms to prevent her from making trouble again.
"Although you're the lowest-ranking official in the department right now, it's not like you haven't been a leader before. Standing at the provincial level, you're considered a minor leader. When you were the deputy director of a neighborhood committee, you knew how to order Liu Jinbao and Zhao Erhe around. Now that you're a provincial leader, why do you still do everything yourself?"
Ye Manzhi hummed thoughtfully, and allowed the man to sleep as if out of mercy.
She thought about it for half the night, and early the next morning, she went to the office, took out the address book, and called the director of Binjiang Dairy Factory.
He was informed of the research results of recent days and the conclusion that wheat bran, rice bran, corn cobs, beet pulp, and beet stems and leaves can be fed to dairy cows.
Director Guo took this matter very seriously and went to the provincial department as soon as he hung up the phone.
Ye Manzhi then explained in more detail and revealed to him that beets have high nutritional value, but the beet pulp from the Binjiang Sugar Factory is controlled by the meat processing plant, and now only the stems and leaves are left with nowhere to go. If the dairy factory wants to let the nearby cows eat nutritious beet pulp, it will have to think of a way and negotiate with the meat processing plant.
Director Guo shook her hand gratefully. "Oh, I didn't expect the provincial leaders to still care about the development of our Binjiang Dairy..."
"Haha, as I should."
Ye Manzhi's scalp went numb when he called her "leader".
The director of Binjiang Dairy Factory is a section-level cadre, half a level higher than hers.
Director Guo patted his chest and said, "The provincial department has already gone this far for the development of our dairy industry, so we will definitely do a good job in the future. Feeding dairy cows for free-range farmers has always been a major problem. Our factory can be responsible for liaising with flour mills and sugar refineries to help them provide scraps to feed their cows."
As for how to do it specifically, that is a problem between them and the free-range farmers, and between them and the meat processing plants.
After seeing Director Guo off, Ye Manzhi sat in the chair in a daze for a long time before coming to his senses.
She raised her hand to look at her palm, and thought of the big hand from last night.
It seems that there are some things that she really doesn't need to do herself, she really needs to change her thinking.
Just as Zhao Guilin said, people have their own mouths, so they don't need to chew the food before feeding it.
Ye Manzhi spent another week learning about the dairy production situation in other cities and districts, and then submitted a report to Zhao Guilin on how to rapidly increase milk powder production, along with a nutritional value analysis report from the Animal Husbandry Research Institute.
This time the department responded very quickly. Only one week after Ye Manzhi submitted his report, the Provincial Department of Industry and the Provincial Department of Agriculture jointly issued a document.
It is required that all sugar factories in the province, whether large-scale or local sugar factories in the commune, must retain the beet pulp and stems and leaves after sugar production, and give priority to using them as feed for dairy cows and other livestock.
At first, some people at the Ministry of Agriculture thought this was unreasonable. After all, beet pulp can be fermented into compost, which is a very good fertilizer and can also improve soil quality. It has now been widely promoted and applied.
Xia Zhujun bluntly said at the meeting, "You can use manure to fertilize the land, but can you feed cows with manure?"
The other party shut up wisely.
On the weekend, Ye Manzhi drove her fifth brother's carriage, took her husband and daughter, and went to visit the production team that raised dairy cows in the surrounding commune.
Upon discovering that the cows were actually eating the beet pulp, Ye Manzhi was impressed by Director Guo's quick actions and felt a sense of accomplishment.
This was the first job she participated in fully after arriving at the Industrial Department.
Although the time is too short, there is no increase in milk powder production for the time being.
But as long as the supply of fresh milk is increased, it is only a matter of time before milk powder production increases!
Ye Manzhi was very satisfied with her work results, and Director Xia also praised her at the department work meeting of the new week.
At the same time, we urge everyone to think carefully about how to celebrate the 10th anniversary of the province's light industry system.
Zhao Guilin shouted slogans loudly at the beginning, saying that he fully supported the leadership's work.
In fact, after I returned to Comprehensive Department 3, I didn’t arrange this work at all. I don’t know whether I didn’t take it seriously or I was too busy to remember it.
Ye Manzhi was more inclined to the latter. The working group of the Ministry of Light Industry had just left by train. It was heard that they had given them a lot of suggestions during this period. The department planned to hold a special meeting to solve the problems raised by the working group.
As an errand runner, Zhao Guilin may not be able to take care of other work at all.
Catching a glimpse of the director's gaze, Zhao Guilin said cheerfully, "Director, we in the Comprehensive Three Departments will definitely strongly support the tenth anniversary celebration. But isn't National Day coming up soon? We've been practicing the chorus every day until our voices are hoarse. And Xiaoye and Xiaopeng's dance performance was also fantastic!"
"..." Xia Zhujun asked, "Xiao Ye, Xiao Peng, is your dance okay? Can it win an award for our department?"
They both nodded at the same time.
Peng Jiayin was habitually modest: "Director, we will try our best to perform well."
Ye Manzhi habitually boasted: "Director, we will strive to take first place!"
Family members can be invited to attend the National Day Gala.
Ever since Wu Zhengrong came back from a business trip, she hasn't practiced Xinjiang dance at home.
She wanted to invite Wu Zhengrong and her parents to watch the performance, and she must make Wu Zhengrong look at her with admiration!
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