After all, if two young people really get together, their families will have to visit each other frequently, just like proper relatives.
If it were a neighboring village, it would be fine, but if it were someone from the same village, you'd run into them all the time, and leaving a bad impression could easily become a bomb that ignites family conflicts.
Zhao Youcai hates trouble and dislikes being bothered by trivial matters.
Zhao Youcai waved his hand with a smile, "Not for now. My third son has been a scoundrel for so many years, he needs to suffer a bit. Otherwise, if happiness comes too suddenly, he won't realize his past mistakes."
The captain immediately gave a thumbs up, "You've thought this through. Just let me know whenever you need my help."
Zhao Youcai nodded with a smile, and then the women's director spoke up timidly.
"Old Zhao, did the steel mill and textile factory really offer you job openings?"
Zhao Youcai knew that the women's director was talking to him. After all, everyone in the village called Zhao Youliang the brigade leader, and no matter how familiar they were, they would never call Zhao Youliang "Old Zhao".
In this room, there are only two people with the surname Zhao, including myself. If it's not Zhao Youliang, then it can only be someone who calls me Zhao.
Zhao Youcai squinted and looked over. Seeing that the women's director's face turned bright red after she finished asking the question, he knew that she was also a little embarrassed.
Then he noticed that the people who weren't looking at him but were staring intently at the table and clearly listening were all very attentive. Zhao Youcai knew exactly what was going on.
They're all grown men, yet they don't ask these questions themselves, instead letting an old woman bring them up. They're all really shameless.
Although Zhao Youcai did not speak, he still nodded slightly to the women's director who was waiting for an answer.
He couldn't lie about it, since many people had witnessed what happened that day.
Besides, it's not a bad thing, so once it's said, it's done.
The women's director stood up awkwardly, rubbed her hands together, and lowered her voice slightly.
"Old Zhao... I'm too embarrassed to ask you for it, and my favors aren't worth much. I was just wondering if you had any extra spots, because I wanted to buy one for my youngest son."
The women's director's family also has many children, but no matter how hard the family members work, they can't stop a group of half-grown boys from eating.
Zhao Youcai also knew how much a young man who was growing during puberty could eat. Under such circumstances, the children of the women's director all graduated from junior high school.
In addition, her children are all honest and simple, nothing strange about them, so it wouldn't be bad for them to work in town.
But if this job opportunity is given to someone else, that's a different story...
There was nothing they could do about Zhao Chunhua and her four daughters; they couldn't just stand by and watch them go back to the Sun family and jump into the fire pit, could they?
It's not good for everyone to stay at home; if they stay there for too long, the household will definitely become unsettled.
The family's several eccentric sons had finally managed to get along somewhat, but if their daughter, who has been married for many years, starts causing discord again, life will be chaotic once more.
Therefore, Zhao Youcai intended to give Zhao Chunhua a spot so that she could bring her child to work at the textile factory in town.
There's nothing we can do about it; we'll just have to owe this favor.
However, unless absolutely necessary, Zhao Youcai really didn't want to owe others too many favors, as they would be difficult to repay.
Otherwise, with so many sons at home, why not just pick two and send them to town? It's better to keep the family's food supplies clean and save the family's grain. Wouldn't it be better for them to eat commercial grain?
Having made up his mind, Zhao Youcai chuckled, "That was just a casual remark, nothing serious. How can you take it seriously?"
He hasn't even made arrangements for his own child yet, so he definitely wouldn't do something like owing someone a favor for someone else's child.
The women's director felt a little disappointed, but didn't think too much about it.
After all, she heard about this from someone else; it wasn't Zhao Youcai showing off or telling others on purpose.
Furthermore, since Zhao Youcai's sons are all honestly farming at home, it's hard to say whether this story is true or not.
Even if Zhao Youcai was just making excuses to appease her, there was nothing she could do. In the current situation, everyone was counting on this old man to help them make money, so they dared not offend him.
But I wouldn't be satisfied if I didn't ask, what if there was a chance? That's why I asked that question earlier.
Seeing the women's director's disappointment, Zhao Youcai hesitated for a moment and said:
“Your children are all honest, obedient, and well-educated. Why don’t you go to the factory in town to take the exam? I heard that steel mills and textile factories conduct assessments every June and December. If you pass the assessment, you can work as an apprentice in the factory for six months. If you do well, you can become a full-time worker.”
Although the spots are unlikely to go to children from rural areas, exceptionally outstanding students may be admitted.
Others might not dare to say, but the youngest son of the women's director, Zhao Youcai, was remembered.
In other words, the women's director and her husband loved every child, and couldn't have done the kind of feat that the Zhao family did by using all their resources to raise one son. Otherwise, Zhao Family Village might have really produced another college graduate.
That child is quick-witted and perceptive; he's bound to be popular.
The women's director was overjoyed, but also somewhat worried.
She heard that most of the workers in the two factories in town were second-generation workers or had connections in their families.
My family are all native peasants, and our ancestors were never wealthy. How could we possibly have any connections?
The only one they could rely on was Zhao Youcai, who clearly didn't want to get involved.
The others understood what Zhao Youcai meant, so they didn't do anything to make a fool of themselves and continued with their work.
Zhao Youcai didn't continue. Anyway, he had told her the method, and how she did it was her family's business, none of his concern.
...
Zhao Youcai never expected that after experiencing so many things and being so high-profile, someone would still dare to cause trouble at his home.
After leaving the production team office, I had just reached my own front gate when I saw two groups of people standing face to face in the courtyard, hurling insults at each other fiercely.
"I have nothing to do with you little brats. Where's your old man? Let your old man come out and talk to me!"
Zhao Lao Er's fiery temper almost got the better of him again; he just wanted to know where this crazy woman with lips smeared like she'd just eaten a dead child had come from.
The powder on her face was so thick that it kept falling off as she spoke, making a small patch of the yard dirty. It was so unlucky.
Zhao Youcai raised an eyebrow, standing at the door looking inside at the old woman who was cursing loudly. He racked his brains, but couldn't find any memory of the old woman.
It can't be the original owner's romantic entanglements, can it?
The kind of romantic entanglements that I never even thought about?
The old woman was cursing so hard her chest felt tight. While catching her breath, she glanced around and saw Zhao Youcai standing at the door without reacting. She instantly perked up.
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