Chapter 51

There are two wells in the family compound.

The one in the bungalow area is a pressurized water well, right at the doorstep of the homes of Tingting and Tang Wenlan.

On the other side of the building is an ancient well, the kind with a round mouth from which you can throw a bucket down to fetch water.

Every morning, military dependents from the building area would go there to fetch water.

Today is no exception.

The only surprise was that Liu Wenyan, who had been hiding at home for a few days, also came.

Where had she ever done such a job? It had always been done by her father's guards.

But her father suddenly said that in order to blend in with the crowd, she had to change everyone's impression of her.

Liu Wenyan was even more unhappy. Not only was it embarrassing, but when had she ever cared about other people's impressions?

But the arms cannot twist the thighs, and she was afraid of her father, so she came anyway.

Then, she heard that Ding Feiyan, the woman who usually flattered her, was talking bad about her with a few people, calling her ugly and a toad wanting to eat swan meat...

Therefore, Liu Wenyan, who was originally reluctant, suddenly became furious, dropped the bucket, picked up a shoulder pole and started hitting the man without any reason.

Ding Feiyan, who couldn't control her mouth and spit all over the place, didn't even see who was hitting her and subconsciously used her hands to block it.

Then, when competing for the shoulder pole, the obese Liu Wenyan, who had never done much farm work, was pushed and her feet slipped, and she fell headfirst into the well.

Immediately afterwards, someone shouted in fear: "Help! Help! Liu Wenyan was pushed into the well by Ding Feiyan!"

Fortunately, it was still early, and after hearing the noise, some officers from the remaining troops rushed out of their homes, tied ropes around their waists, jumped into the well, and pulled the already dead Liu Wenyan up.

Fortunately, one of the military dependents was a nurse at the health station and had learned basic first aid methods.

With a combination of pressure and beating, the person was quickly rescued.

At this time, Ding Feiyan, who had realized what she had done, had already collapsed to the ground, trembling with fear.

She used to shed tears easily, but now she stopped crying and protested her innocence: "It wasn't me... I didn't... She suddenly rushed out and hit me, and then she slid down... Yes, yes, that's it, she was so fat and I was so thin, how could I have pushed her? I didn't... I was innocent..."

It has to be said that Liu Wenyan is also a powerful person. Most people would be frightened and terrified if they walked in front of Prince Yan.

But she didn't, so the only way she could move was to pounce and pin Ding Feiyan under her and beat her up.

By the way, she not only beat me, but also cursed me in a very dirty way.

This scene made the military dependents, who had originally felt some sympathy for her, frown.

Some people were soft-hearted and wanted to step forward to stop the fight when they saw Ding Feiyan screaming in pain from being beaten.

Afraid of getting hurt, I could only shout “Stop fighting!”

It was even harder to deal with the military officers, since they were all lesbians after all.

Especially since Liu Wenyan was the daughter of the brigade political commissar and had a reputation for being fierce.

So, after receiving the notification, Political Commissar Liu and Brigade Commander Wei, who thought someone had been killed, hurried over and saw that the two people who were fighting unilaterally in front had turned into a fight between each other.

Ding Feiyan, whose face was broken and who felt disfigured, was not made of clay, so how could she be willing to endure it? She pushed back in anger.

Political Commissar Liu could no longer laugh at this moment. He had always known that his eldest daughter was useless, but he never thought she would be so useless. Even if he pointed out good paths for her, she couldn't follow them well.

Especially at this moment, she was like a mad woman, actually fighting with the family of a battalion-level deputy chief of staff.

What's more, the clothes were torn apart, revealing the dark belly, which was simply... simply indecent.

Feeling very embarrassed, Political Commissar Liu did not allow the guards to intervene and kicked the two men hard himself.

However, the two men who had been knocked unconscious subconsciously turned around and grabbed him.

"Hiss..." Political Commissar Liu, who had never expected that he would be pinched, raised his hand and touched his cheek...it was bleeding.

He laughed in anger, looking at the two men who were quickly restrained by the guards, and then glanced at the crowd of onlookers, forcing himself to suppress his anger: "I think you are just full and tired. The soldiers are working hard outside, and you still have the leisure to fight. Take you all to solitary confinement and write a self-criticism!"

The guard was stunned for a moment, and then he made sure that the political commissar was serious, then he stepped forward and helped the two people with panicked expressions leave.

After everyone left, Political Commissar Liu returned to his usual smiling self, said a few words to the military dependents, and then turned and left.

Also leaving was the brigade commander of the guards, who had been silent but had a very unhappy look on his face.

"Old Wei, let me take care of this matter, you go ahead and do your work."

"How are you going to handle this?" In fact, it would be more reasonable for this matter to be handled by Pang Lihua, the wife of the part-time director of the Women's Affairs Office. After all, military dependents are not soldiers.

Things are different now. Because he didn't know who was standing behind Cao Wen Ze, Political Commissar Liu decided to keep a low profile for the time being, so... "After she is done with the solitary confinement and writes an apology letter, I will send Wen Yan back to her hometown to farm. As for the other family member, we will talk about it after we find out the reason for the fight between the two."

Hearing this, the Brigade Commander looked at Political Commissar Liu with complicated eyes, then said nothing, just nodded and left with his hands behind his back.

He really didn't want to get involved in anything related to Old Liu anymore.

Seeing this, Political Commissar Liu touched the burning wound on his cheek and the smile on his face gradually faded.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that Lao Wei seemed to be deliberately distancing himself from him recently.

Ruting was completely unaware of the big drama going on in the family courtyard.

After more than two hours' drive, she first went to the department store to pick up Qian Haitao.

Although the brigade commander told her to go to the factory in the name of being assigned by the army, she could not deny that her classmates’ help was indispensable.

Therefore, she still managed to get Qian Haitao the opportunity to go along.

Qian Haitao, who was still waiting for a call from his old classmate, was dazed until he got in the car and set off for the first factory.

Especially when I heard that the other man and woman traveling with me were actually reporters, I had so many questions in my mind that I didn't know how to start talking, for fear of accidentally saying something inappropriate.

However, Li Ting didn't care and just told him the whole story.

Qian Haitao never thought that he just wanted to find some extra money for his old classmate and help his uncle solve an urgent problem, but it would actually benefit himself.

You know, being able to know those factory managers would bring a lot of benefits to him as the deputy manager of the department store's sales department.

Thinking of this, Qian Haitao was moved but also a little worried. He glanced at the reporter who was writing or drawing with his head down, and couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Is it okay to talk about this?"

Li Ting smiled and replied: "What could possibly happen? You are the one who took the lead for us, right?"

Qian Haitao scratched his head, feeling embarrassed: "Actually, you don't have to take mine."

How could I not bring it? Ruiting is not the kind of ungrateful person who would monopolize the benefits.

But there was no need to dwell on this matter, so she changed the subject: "Let's go to your uncle's steel factory first. Can you tell me about the specific situation there?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Haitao's attention was indeed diverted.

As a native of Tianjing, and due to his work, he knew not only the steel plant, but also all the other large and small factories in the city, and he immediately introduced them.

Not only did Ru Ting listen attentively, but even Ning Yu, who had been silent, also listened carefully.

Twenty minutes passed in the blink of an eye...

Whether it was out of respect for the army or because the factory's machines couldn't wait any longer, the arrival of Li Ting and his group was taken more seriously than she thought.

As soon as the jeep approached the gate, it was opened.

Then a middle-aged man trotted over from the gate and greeted us warmly.

But just as he started, he was interrupted by the word "Uncle".

Looking at his nephew jumping out of the military jeep, Deputy Factory Director Sun Cheng was stunned for a moment before asking, "Why are you here?"

Qian Haitao glanced at the old classmate who got off the car and introduced him with a smile: "Uncle, this is my college classmate and also the English translator sent by the army this time."

Li Ting also smiled and greeted him: "Hello, Deputy Director Sun, my name is Li Ting, if you don't mind, you can just call me Xiao Li. It was Qian Haitao who contacted me, and with his help, our troops knew that the factory needed help."

Upon hearing this, the old fox Deputy Factory Director Sun immediately recognized the benefits of this matter to his nephew, and the smile in his eyes suddenly became more sincere: "Since you are Haitao's classmate, Xiaolue, don't be polite, just call me Uncle Sun... You don't know, because of those ancestors, no one in our factory has slept well these days."

Even though she was confident in her ability, she didn't say anything too final, "Don't worry, Uncle Sun. I will do my best."

In fact, Sun Cheng did not dare to hold out too much hope, but because of the relationship with his nephew, his attitude was still very friendly. He exchanged a few words with the reporters and then led the people straight to the workshop.

Director Fang of the steel plant is a former soldier.

At first he was just the director, in charge of logistics, but he was a practical man.

I couldn't sit still and was eager to learn things. After a few years, I had gone through all the processes in the factory.

It can be said that he can now handle any workshop with ease.

Even after he became the factory manager, he still went down to the workshop to work.

In the words of Director Fang, only when you are familiar with every process and every product can you manage better.

And this is indeed the case. Over the past decade or so, it has been proven countless times that his concept is correct.

But this time, the flood was unexpectedly severe, and it struck late at night, so there was no time to move the huge and bulky machines.

At this time, Director Fang, who only had a high school education, looked at the maintenance book full of tadpole script and for the first time he despised his education.

But...it's too late to learn English now, I can only ask for help.

Now that he had finally gotten the man, he looked expectantly at the young military dependent with bloodshot eyes.

Ruiting is quickly looking through the maintenance data.

To her surprise, the information, which she thought would be at most a dozen pages, turned out to be a thick book.

"How is it? Comrade Xiao Lu, do you understand it?" Director Fang, with blisters on the corners of his mouth, saw that the other party was just flipping through the book quickly but didn't say anything. He couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Unexpectedly, she nodded: "Okay, which part do you want to translate first?"

Hearing this, the maintenance master who had been waiting nearby immediately pushed the factory manager aside and rubbed his hands anxiously, "Young comrade, check the motor first. The motor may have been damaged by water, or the power lead may be short-circuited. Otherwise, it is impossible for it to fail to start. What...what are you looking for?"

Qian Haitao reminded: "Translate."

"Yes, yes, comrade, can you translate it for me? How do I disassemble this motor? Do I need to remove the fan? If not, can I just take it out from the non-extended end?"

Although she didn't know much about repairs, she quickly found the page about motors according to the catalog.

Only then did I realize that there were more than a dozen pages about electric motors.

So she looked at the factory manager and said, "Are there tables and chairs? It should be more than ten pages. I will write it all in Chinese."

"Yes, yes, yes! There is an office right next to it. Young comrade, please follow me. Old Sun, go make tea for the comrades. Oh, and bring some biscuits, dried fruits, etc..." The factory director was so excited that he was about to cry. He personally greeted people to the office while giving a series of instructions.

The factory manager was much more enthusiastic than she had expected. She felt a little embarrassed: "No need for food, just give me a table and a stool."

"Yes, yes. It's only right. Comrade Xiaolue, please don't feel pressured." At this moment, Factory Director Fang wished he could serve the person. Wasn't it only right to serve some tea and snacks?

At this time, Ning Yu, who had been silent, reminded her: "Comrade Ruting is pregnant, so she should not drink tea."

Ruting looked over in surprise. She knew that pregnant women should try not to drink tea, especially at that time, people didn't care about fruit tea or flower tea. Basically, they all drank strong tea. The stronger the tea, the more sincere it showed. After all, tea was a precious thing. She had originally planned not to touch it, but she didn't expect Ningji, who had been quiet all the time, to bring it up.

Is it really like this...cold on the outside but warm on the inside?

Director Fang had no idea that pregnant women couldn't drink strong tea, but he still cooperated and shouted to his assistant, "No tea, give Comrade Xiao Rui some malted milk instead! Oh, and get a softer cushion."

藺葶...you are exaggerating, Director Fang.