"Mom, if I really divorce Zhou Shuhuan, aren't you afraid that Qin Jinlian will laugh at you behind your back?"

These words hit the weak spot of Liu Cuihua.

She and Qin Jinlian had been fighting for most of their lives, and they were always evenly matched, neither giving in to the other.

But once her daughter really divorced her son-in-law from the city, she would be suppressed by Qin Jinlian for the rest of her life and would not be able to hold her head up.

"Even if we don't get divorced, you can't go without eating. Look how hungry you are now. Do you want your father and I to see you off?" Liu Cuihua said with concern.

"I must go back to the way I was before I got married, so Shuhuan won't divorce me. I must be thin, as thin as Shen Mingzhu!"

Shen Baolan's voice was weak, but her tone was resolute.

However, she didn't want to lose her life, so she asked Liu Cuihua to make some rice porridge for her.

In the minds of rural people, rice soup is a good thing that can save lives. After drinking rice soup, her life will be saved.

…

Although all the goods in the factory have been put out, it does not mean that everything is fine and we can just sit back and wait to collect the money.

Shen Chaobei still stayed in the factory to monitor production.

Shen Mingzhu took Du Juan to help with marketing promotion in each store.

The promotion method is very simple. A circle of colorful balloons is hung at the entrance of the grocery store, and every young customer who buys "Mingzhu" snacks can get a balloon for free.

For children of this age, balloons are also rare small toys.

At the same time, Shen Mingzhu would also bring spicy strips and dried tofu and invite passers-by or children to try them for free.

Such promotional activities are very popular among store owners.

Without spending a penny, they can sell goods and make money, and also attract popularity to the store. Everyone wishes Shen Mingzhu could live in their store and promote it every day.

That day, Shen Mingzhu and Du Juan finished their promotional activities for the day and had just returned to the factory when they heard laughter coming from the workshop.

She handed the thing in her hand to Du Juan and went to the workshop to check.

Through the glass window, you can see five female workers kneading dough and washing gluten while chatting and laughing. Shen Chaobei is also helping to knead the dough and listening to the female workers chatting with a grin on his face.

Seeing her enter the workshop with a serious face, the workers stopped smiling.

Shen Mingzhu walked around the workshop and waved to Shen Chaobei to go to the office.

"Why aren't any of you wearing masks or shoe covers? Only two people are wearing head covers. I spent money to equip everyone with these things, are they just for show?"

As soon as she entered the office, Shen Mingzhu questioned Shen Chaobei seriously.

Shen Chaobei hurriedly explained: "It's not that everyone doesn't want to wear it, it's just too hot and stuffy. Working is tiring already, and wearing a mask and a headgear makes it so hot that we can hardly breathe."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? If you don't tell me there is a problem, how can I solve it?"

Du Juan looked at her husband being scolded and did not plead for mercy.

Shen Mingzhu had already spoken at the staff meeting about the necessity of wearing masks and head coverings. Her husband was derelict in his duty for not supervising the work and he deserved to be scolded.

Shen Mingzhu not only gave Shen Chaobei a severe scolding, but also fined him twenty dollars, and posted the penalty notice on the bulletin board to serve as a warning to others.

Shen Chaobei knew he was in the wrong and did not dare to defend himself.

In addition to the problems with masks and headgear, Shen Mingzhu also found many other problems, such as the workshop was not cleaned every day as she required, and the placement of materials and tools did not comply with regulations.

That afternoon, Shen Mingzhu called all the factory workers together for a meeting and emphasized the issue of hygiene standards.

The workers appeared to be silent on the surface, but they did not care in their hearts.

Isn't it enough to just do the job well? Even if there is saliva on the food and a hair falls off, it doesn't matter. Can it kill people? Shen Mingzhu didn't have the time to persuade and change the ideas of these rural people one by one. She directly implemented iron-fisted management. From now on, if anyone does not wear protective equipment during work, he will be deducted five yuan for each time he is found, and he will be dismissed directly if it exceeds three times.

The workplace must be cleaned every day to ensure that there is no obvious dust on the table, windowsill, and floor. She will conduct random inspections from time to time, and those who fail the inspection will be fined.

…

At night, in the staff dormitory.

Five female workers sat on their respective beds, some sewing shoe soles, some knitting sweaters, and complaining about the afternoon staff meeting.

"That's right. Let her try it for a day! It's really easy to talk without any pain in the waist."

Some people also spoke up for Shen Mingzhu, "If the factory director doesn't go out every day, how can the goods be sold? If the goods can't be sold, the factory will go bankrupt, right?"

"Yeah, didn't you see that the factory manager has lost a lot of weight? His face is also tanned."

The small staff dormitory was divided into two groups because of their different opinions on Shen Mingzhu.

Those who are dissatisfied with Shen Mingzhu think that the other group is the boss and are Shen Mingzhu's lackeys.

Those who agree with Shen Mingzhu's management philosophy think that those who complain are ungrateful. Working in a food factory is easy and profitable, isn't it much better than working in the countryside, facing the loess and farming?

…

After dinner, Shen Mingzhu, as usual, soaked her and Pei Ziheng's dirty clothes in detergent, and then washed them in the washing machine to make them cleaner.

Before soaking, she carefully checked Pei Ziheng's clothes.

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Pei Ziheng, who was watching TV on the sofa in the living room, saw this scene. Instead of feeling angry or disgusted, his little face showed happiness.

Because he knew that his mother wanted to check his clothes to see if he was being bullied at school.

For this purpose, his mother even changed all his clothes into light colors.

He enjoys his mother's care and love.

After soaking the dirty clothes, Shen Mingzhu went to the kitchen to boil the bath water. She turned the stove to the lowest flame so that she could sit on the sofa and rest for a while and chat with her son.

Going out for promotion every day is a big challenge to her physical strength, but no matter how tired or hard she is during the day, she will not neglect to accompany her son every night.

"Baby, what did you learn in school today?"

"I learned pinyin, addition, and drawing."

"Have you learned everything? If you have any questions, you can ask me."

“I’ve learned all of them.”

Pei Ziheng sat obediently beside Shen Mingzhu, tilted his pretty white face up, and stretched out his little paws to touch her face.

"Mom, you've lost weight."

Shen Mingzhu looked very happy and surprised, "Really? Then I don't have to lose weight."

Pei Ziheng showed dissatisfaction on his face, "You are not fat at all!"

Shen Mingzhu held him in her arms affectionately, rocking him and laughing, "Son, you don't understand this, right? A woman's obsession with maintaining her figure is the same as your children's obsession with toys."

"You guys never have too many toys, and women never think their bodies are good enough. They always want to be thinner and thinner, preferably as thin as a bolt of lightning."

Pei Ziheng didn't understand, but still expressed his respect and blessings.

"Mom, you've worked hard, let me give you a massage."

"OK!"

Shen Mingzhu was very pleased with her son's thoughtfulness and filial piety. She immediately lay down on the sofa, looking very expectant.

Pei Ziheng is not even six years old. His little paws are chubby, soft and weak, but they are quite comfortable when pressed on the body.

Shen Mingzhu closed her eyes in enjoyment and fell asleep unknowingly.

Pei Ziheng carefully returned to his room and took out his thin quilt to cover her. He went to the kitchen to turn off the stove, then found a book and watched over her while reading.

The clock on the wall turns slowly, and the atmosphere is quiet and warm.

…

The next day, Pei Ziheng separated from Shen Mingzhu in front of the food factory as usual and walked to school alone.

About 50 meters away from the school gate, several little boys surrounded him.