Zhao Changfu: "The apprentices I teach must be great."

If Zhao Mo could replace him, Zhao Changfu would be overjoyed. His feelings for Zhao Mo were not much different from those for his own daughter. How could the elders be angry if their own children were promising? Zhao Changfu believed that his mind was not so narrow-minded. It was just that the brat always slandered him.

Seeing that he had no qualms, Er Gouzi half believed and half doubted, and took out a piece of egg cake and handed it to him. Then, he found a little filial piety from his corners and handed him the smallest of the three egg cakes, "Here, you try it too."

Over the years, as the father and son grew older, they became more and more estranged from each other, and it was difficult for them to talk to each other without arguing with each other.

Zhao Changfu smiled happily, "Thank you, I don't need this piece of egg cake, you and Zhao Mo can have it."

Er Gouzi's hand seemed to be burned by something, and he immediately retracted it and pushed all the egg cake to Zhao Mo, "Zhao Mo, you are thin, you should eat more."

Zhao Mo was used to their fighting. Seeing their awkward expressions, he gave one egg cake to Zhao Changfu and one to Er Gouzi, saying, "Eat together."

Zhao Changfu: "It's better to be a disciple."

Er Gouzi: "Childhood friends are still the best!"

Both the father and the son couldn't stand each other and stopped talking. Zhao Changfu returned to his desk and opened the document seriously, but he finished the egg cake in his hand bit by bit.

The stationery factory's bell rang for the end of get off work, and Ergouzi rushed out, grabbing Zhao Mo's wrist, just like he did in school.

"I'll take you out to play!"

The boy's clear voice is particularly pleasant in the autumn in the south.

Zhao Changfu looked up from the documents and looked at their wind-like backs. His memory was suddenly brought back to many years ago, when he was a part-time worker and farmer and would also watch the children play. Since he focused on making money, he inevitably missed the growth of his children. Fortunately, Ergouzi grew up in a wild way and never blamed him.

"Director, the factory manager is looking for you."

Zhao Changfu, who was immersed in memories, came back to his senses, smiled and nodded at his subordinates, and replied gently, "I see, it's time to get off work, you can go back first."

"Okay, you're busy."

Unless they want to become advanced model workers, other employees leave work on time. The difference is that the leaders' overtime hours can be extended indefinitely.

Zhao Changfu took the sorted information to the factory director's office.

Over the years, Zhao Rencheng has been tempered by the years, and the pressure on him is even more frightening. He sits firmly in the position of factory director, and he also leads the entire factory to climb up. From being unknown, he has boosted the economy of the entire commune, including the town. He has been on the newspapers many times and is well-known throughout the province. The employees in the factory respect him, fear him, and even worship him! Many people dare not talk to Zhao Rencheng much, but Zhao Changfu, who has been with Zhao Changfu for many years, knows that over the years, no matter how big Zhao Rencheng's career has been, it cannot resist the fact that he has a low status at home and is a henpecked husband.

"Director, you're looking for me."

"Yes, come and take a look at today's newspaper." Zhao Rencheng was in a restless mood the whole day, and he kept looking at the long list in the newspaper over and over again.

The country finally gave them a clean bill of health.

Zhao Changfu looked in the direction Zhao Rencheng pointed and was shocked. "Where is this newspaper from?"

"National People's Daily."

"That……"

Zhao Changfu was speechless for a long time.

Only after experiencing these ten years did he realize how difficult it was to obtain this clarification.

at the same time……

Zhao Changfu was keenly aware of the policy change and asked, "Is the country going to make a big move?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, yes!"

Zhao Rencheng's eyes were gloomy.

He thought of his master and his mistress. Over the years, he and Zhang Yunxi visited them once a year. Before the child was three years old, they took the child to visit them twice. Although they were taken care of by him and Zhang Yunxi, they still looked old. For them, food and clothing were one thing, and mental torture was another.

If the contents of the newspaper are true.

Zhao Rencheng thought that some things could be put on the table and operated openly.

"Nowadays, policies are changing rapidly. We need to maintain stability and postpone the expansion. We must push forward the work at hand as planned. We must not make mistakes or make people panic. I don't know if you have heard that many people in the Revolutionary Committee have stepped down, and there are even more people in the Commerce Bureau. We have been developing too fast in recent years and have attracted a lot of attention. It is possible that some people will not like it."

"Indeed, this is a turbulent time, and the leaders are changing. We have to seek stability." Zhao Changfu sighed, not knowing where the current changes will lead the country.

The two continued to discuss factory issues until night fell, then they rode their bicycles home.

After the wheels spun quickly, they braked suddenly, making a rough sound of sand and gravel rubbing against the concrete ground. Zhao Rencheng swept away the dullness in the factory, smiled at the two children, lifted the bicycles and carried them home, and immediately hugged the two children in his arms.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The two children giggled.

Zhao Rencheng asked: "Did you listen to your mother at home?"

Both children responded in unison, “Yes!”

They were all shouted into Zhao Rencheng's ears. Zhao Rencheng already had the muscle memory and subconsciously moved his upper body back to avoid the two drawn-out roars.

"Okay, I understand."

The tone was doting and helpless, just like the time spent raising a child.

Zhao Rencheng has often wondered why people have children, is it just to experience the feeling of being anxious, angry, incoherent, and having a brain loss? Is it really necessary for people to know the different sides of themselves?

At the beginning, Zhao Mo said that he and Zhang Yunxi were more or less pretentious. At the beginning of their marriage, they were not opposed to having children. They hesitated for a while about the arrival of the children. Later, they decided to keep them and tried to create a better environment for them. But after the children were born, Zhao Rencheng loved and was angry at the same time. Sometimes through them, he would think of his childhood self. Others said that after having children, you will understand how difficult it is for your parents. After he had two children, he realized how disgusting his parents' behavior was, and he realized how ridiculous his own existence was.

He passed all his debts from his childhood on to his children, which resulted in him being unable to control himself and spoiling his children.

He even had a quarrel with Zhang Yunxi because of this. Every time, Zhang Yunxi tried to coax him, but he failed.

Since his wife has coaxed him but he still refuses to give in, he is shameless. If he dares to get angry again, just get out of the house.

"Dad, Mom and Aunt Damei have an appointment to have dinner together today. We killed a duck and made three cups duck."

"Then I'll go help."

Zhao Rencheng put the child down, went to the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, and naturally took the ginger handed to him by Zhang Yunxi and cut it into shreds.

Zhang Yunxi reached into the earthen stove with the fire tongs, adjusted the fire, and said to him, "Have you read the newspaper?"

(End of this chapter)