Yuan Liyong was lying on the kang and letting his daughter ride a big horse. When he saw Han Zhenyu come in, he sent the child out.
"When did you come back? Hope you had a safe journey."
Han Zhenyu said, "There was a small problem, but the factory solved it." He gave a brief account of Liu Qingming's situation.
Yuan Liyong poured him a cup of tea and sighed with relief, "It's good that it's solved. Many drivers have been involved in this period. I heard that your factory has six. I even went to the public security bureau to inquire about it. I was relieved when I heard that you were not one of them."
Han Zhenyu put his coat on the bench, took another sip of tea, and then smiled and said, "Your news is behind schedule. There were six a few days ago, and two more went in yesterday. I don't know what the situation is now."
"The black market has not been open for a while. It seems that the authorities are serious about this." Yuan Liyong leaned on the quilt and said worriedly: "I don't know when this crackdown will end. I go to work in the slaughterhouse every day. I haven't asked for leave for a long time. The director of the factory is not used to it."
Han Zhenyu laughed, "By the way, how about my relatives making matchboxes? Didn't it cause you any trouble?"
"No, they are doing very well. Yesterday I went to the match factory and Section Chief Zhang praised them, saying that your relatives work very quickly and well. A few days ago they brought him a large cart of radishes and cabbages, which made him feel very embarrassed."
"It's OK as long as I didn't embarrass you." Han Zhenyu stood up and said, "I'm leaving now. You should get some sleep. Look at the dark circles under your eyes."
Yuan Liyong sighed, "Damn it, working in a slaughterhouse is not a job for humans. Not only can I not sleep well, but I also have to carry such heavy pigs. Grandpa was almost exhausted to death."
"Just be content. It's such a lucrative job that others can't get in even if they try their best, and yet you're still complaining here."
Han Zhenyu put on his coat and before leaving, he remembered that his wife said last night that she wanted to eat braised pig's trotters.
He said to Yuan Liyong: "Can you help me get some pig's trotters? If you have pig's intestines, please save a pair for me."
"No problem, come and get it the day after tomorrow afternoon." Yuan Liyong said readily.
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