"Mingzhu, you're here!"

Shen Mingzhu walked over and said calmly, "I've told you so many times, you should call me the factory director in the factory."

Shen Chaobei quickly changed his words and called out "Factory Director".

The workers originally wanted to call Shen Mingzhu by her name, but when they heard Shen Chaobei calling her the factory director, they also started to call Shen Mingzhu the factory director.

"... Director, you came at the right time. Please tell us the truth today. Will this factory still be open?"

"Yes, if we can't do this, we will go back first. We are busy with the autumn harvest in the fields."

After the workers finished talking, Shen Mingzhu spoke to comfort them, "The factory must be established. To be honest, I am more anxious than you are. I can't wait to start production. But we have to abide by the law. If the production license is not issued, this factory will be unemployed."

"How long do we have to wait? It's already been a month."

"Yeah, it's not good to be idle all the time. I have to give everyone a definite answer."

Shen Mingzhu pondered for a moment and said, "How about this? Originally, the salary was paid on the fifth of every month, but this month is special. I will pay everyone's salary today and give everyone an extra day off. You can go out and have a look around."

The workers were very happy to hear that they could receive their wages in advance.

It’s not that they can’t sit still, but they are worried that they won’t get paid if they don’t work.

Shen Mingzhu's move to pay their wages in advance undoubtedly gave them peace of mind.

As long as they can get paid, they don't care when the factory starts.

After paying the workers their wages, Shen Mingzhu was afraid that the workers would not be able to find their way, so she enthusiastically told them about several bustling neighborhoods and free tourist attractions. She also wrote down the bus routes and boarding and alighting stops on paper to prevent the workers from getting lost.

When a worker took the handwritten note with bus routes from her, hesitantly asked if he could go back home.

Shen Mingzhu thought about it and agreed, "Go quickly and come back soon. Don't be late for work at 8:30 tomorrow morning."

"Yeah, okay!"

After hearing this, the other three workers also expressed their desire to return to their hometown. It was the autumn harvest season, and they all wanted to go home to help with the work.

Shen Mingzhu agreed, but she felt a little uncomfortable.

She gave the workers paid leave so that they could go out and relax and release some stress, but it turned out that everyone just wanted to go home and do their own work.

But then I thought that they had been farming for their entire lives, so it was inevitable that the harvest would be tight, so I understood it.

But as soon as the workers left, Shen Chaobei came and said that he wanted to go home with everyone to help.

Shen Mingzhu's suppressed anger suddenly rose up, "Brother, since you like farming so much, then you should pack your bags and go home. From now on, you can farm at home peacefully and don't go to the city again!"

Shen Chaobei hesitated, "Then, then I won't go back."

"You can come back if you want, but if you want to come back, do it now and don't get in my way!"

After Shen Mingzhu had her tantrum, she walked out of the office. When she reached the door, she met Du Juan who was about to enter the office.

"What happened? Why did you get so angry for no reason?"

"Ask your elder brother."

After saying this, Shen Mingzhu left angrily.

Du Juan glanced at her back, then walked up to the dejected Shen Chaobei and asked with a straight face, "How did you offend Mingzhu?"

Shen Chaobei felt very aggrieved. "No, I didn't. I just mentioned to her that I wanted to go home to help harvest the crops, and she suddenly got angry."

Du Juan scolded angrily, "The workers are ignorant, and you are also ignorant?"

"How am I not sensible? My parents are old, I'm just afraid they will be tired."

"Mingzhu worries about the factory every day and has lost a lot of weight. You don't help to find a way to start the factory as soon as possible, but you are always thinking about the work in the fields. Mingzhu is right. You should just go home and farm instead of running a factory."

After being scolded by his wife, Shen Chaobei finally came to his senses.

Although farm work is important, Shen Jianguo and Qin Jinlian have their own ways of doing things. If they are too busy, they can ask their fellow villagers for help.

…

"Pearl."

Shen Mingzhu turned her head to look at Du Juan who entered the mill and called her "sister-in-law". She did not stop the work in her hands and continued to push the millstone forward.

Although there are grinders on the market, they are still in the initial stage and have not yet entered into mass production. They are also relatively expensive. Considering factors such as cost, taste and flavor, Shen Mingzhu temporarily uses a manual stone mill to make tofu.

The factory hasn't started operations yet, and she grinds beans purely to vent.

Du Juan helped add the soaked soybeans while apologizing on behalf of Shen Chaobei and her.

"I scolded your eldest brother, and he knows he was wrong. He is now squatting at the factory gate to reflect on his mistakes. He said that he would not come in until you calm down."

Shen Mingzhu herself is a person who can take things easy. After she lost her temper, Du Juan gave her a way out, and her anger subsided a lot.

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In a blink of an eye, it was time to go home from school.

Although there are many parents picking up their children at the school gate, the number is much smaller than that at the kindergarten.

An auntie saw that she was pretty and couldn't help but come over to talk to her.

"Sister, your child is also in the first grade this year, right?"

Shen Mingzhu responded with a smile and asked what the other child's name was, thinking that maybe the two children were in the same class.

After a few words of chatting, the school bell rang and students poured out of the classroom.

Shen Mingzhu spotted Pei Ziheng among hundreds of students.

The other kids were running towards the school gate like pigs out of the pen, but Pei Ziheng was the only one walking leisurely with his short legs.

Although he is the smallest person, he exudes the maturity and composure of a veteran cadre.

Maybe it was because his legs were too short or he just couldn't walk fast enough, but it took a while for the parents who were chatting with Shen Mingzhu to pick up their children before Pei Ziheng finally reached the school gate.

"Little turtle."

Hearing Shen Mingzhu's joke, Pei Ziheng was not angry at all, but felt very cordial.

He put his white and tender little paw into Shen Mingzhu's hand, pursed his lips and said, "Mom, you don't have to come to pick me up. I can go back to the factory by myself."

Shen Mingzhu pulled him towards the food factory and said, "Then I won't pick you up this afternoon?"

"Um."

Seeing her son's obedient and sensible appearance, Shen Mingzhu's depressed mood suddenly improved a lot.

"Is your teacher nice to you? Have any classmates bullied you? Have you made any friends?"

"The teacher is very nice to me and specially arranged for me to sit in the first row. So far, no classmates have bullied me and I haven't made any friends."

Pei Ziheng's answer was very serious, which made Shen Mingzhu feel relieved.

Returning to the food factory, Pei Ziheng keenly discovered that the factory was particularly quiet today.

"Mom, aren't the workers at work today?"

"Well, I gave them the day off."

Pei Ziheng seemed to understand something. He looked up at his pretty face and said seriously, "Mom, if you have a will, you can achieve your goal. The food factory will definitely become bigger and stronger."

"Well said."

The voice came from behind, and the mother and son turned around at the same time.