Chapter 232 Dream Chaser
Director Xu has been very angry recently because of the troublesome Wang Daqiang.
Those who are not employees of the transport team are still staying in the houses allocated by the transport team.
This small two-bedroom house was not originally available to Wang Daqiang, who relied on the fact that he had been working here since the steel plant was founded.
Why are you using this as an excuse to pretend to be very experienced?
But he was only a temporary worker for the first ten years or so, and it took several years before he became a formal worker. Then he changed his job and learned to drive, and gradually became a truck driver.
If he were to get hired in the factory, he would be a truck driver. Now he is definitely not a level 4 worker, but a level 6 worker with the highest salary in the factory.
The situation was tense in the past few years.
They would report anything at the slightest sign of trouble, and would break into the house to investigate people and things. Everyone was in danger and the control was very strict.
He can make people get into trouble even when there is nothing wrong. I'm afraid he will talk nonsense and don't want to be implicated by him.
In order to keep the peace, I had no choice but to give him this small two-bedroom apartment.
Now that this man had finally been kicked out of the transport team, the people in the logistics office felt a lot more relaxed.
I won't be able to live in peace until this house is vacated. If I delay for too long, it will only cause more trouble.
Director Xu was feeling worried when Zhao Sheng came to his door.
Seeing that he had empty hands, I knew he had something to say, so I started talking as soon as I welcomed him into the study.
"Xiao Zhao, what's the matter with coming here so late?"
Zhao Sheng smiled and said, "The director is worthy of being the director. He guessed my intention right away. Then I will speak frankly.
I got something by chance not long ago.
It would be a waste if I kept it at home. I heard that Aunt Liao was in the hospital, and I thought you might be able to use it."
After Zhao Sheng finished speaking, he took out the oil paper bag from his trouser pocket and placed it on the desk.
Director Xu opened it, picked up one and smelled it. A faint medicinal fragrance hit him directly. After carefully identifying it, he was shocked.
This is a rare good thing!
Seeing that he was knowledgeable, Zhao Sheng said in a deep voice: "This is a ginseng root that is over a hundred years old. It is the most suitable for nourishing the body."
After that, he handed over a usage sheet and said, "Brother Xu, take it to the doctor and ask if it can be taken with other medicines.
It is best if things are put to good use. I hope Aunt Liao recovers soon and my trip is not in vain."
After hearing his words, Director Xu was very moved, patted Zhao Sheng on the shoulder, and said ashamedly: "Xiao Zhao, I would like to express my deep gratitude here, and I will accept the gift.
I won't be falsely polite to you. I'll remember your favor. If you need anything in the future, just ask me. I will definitely help you in any way I can."
Old ginseng is hard to come by, and century-old ginseng whiskers are also valuable. Under normal circumstances, he would naturally not collect them, but his mother is still suffering in the hospital bed.
How could he push away the tonic medicine at this time?
"Brother Xu, your words are too polite. It's getting late. My wife is pregnant now, so I have to go back quickly."
Zhao Sheng finished his words with a smile, and walked out of the Xu family yard in a few steps without asking Director Xu to see him off.
Director Xu felt relieved when he looked at the ginseng roots and the detailed prescriptions for taking them in his hand.
There are not many honest people like Xiao Zhao who appear cold on the outside but are warm-hearted and work hard.
He was finally going to be a father.
There was no other man in their steel plant who got married at the age of 26 and became a father at the age of 30.
Director Xu put the prescription under his work notebook, put the oil paper wrapper in a tea can and put it in the desk drawer, then went back to his room to sleep.
The night wind blew gently, blowing the exposed corner of the paper.
There was a line of small words written at the bottom: It was suitable for the elderly, weak, and people with deficient qi and blood to eat raw ginseng, chewing and swallowing it once every half a month, and it was best to take it for more than half a year.
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When the man came home after finishing his work, Lin Yiyi was still awake, fanning herself with a fan to swat mosquitoes.
She didn't know where the hole was, but from time to time one or two mosquitoes would come in and bite her, making it impossible for her to sleep.
Under dim candlelight.
Zhao Sheng stood by the screen and saw the situation in the inner room clearly. He sighed softly, took two steps forward, lifted the mosquito net, and slapped the mosquitoes to death with a few slaps.
Then he went to bed and held Lin Yiyi in his arms, sighing in his heart: She really can't be separated from him for even a moment. When he is not around, even mosquitoes can bully her.
Lin Yiyi was hugged by the stove, and she pushed it and whispered, "When are you free? Take me back to the village. I want to ask my sister-in-law about pregnancy and learn how to take care of a few-month-old baby."
She thinks it's okay to take care of babies who are a few months old and can communicate, but she doesn't dare to touch those who are just a few months old and are soft.
Little guy?
Zhao Sheng was amused by her choice of words and said with a smile: "I will take you back after a while. It's just in time for the autumn harvest and we can pick your favorite pears."
What the person in his arms had just said reminded him that he had missed something.
Lin Yiyi frowned: "...I like to eat peaches and grapes." She really doesn't like to eat pears.
"You greedy cat."
Zhao Sheng smiled and lowered his head to gently bite someone's cheek, then asked in a deep voice: "Have you thought about what our child will be called in the future?"
Lin Yiyi was a little confused. "I wouldn't have thought of this if you hadn't mentioned it. How about you come up with a name? I'm not very good at this."
What she hates most is choosing a name, which makes her repeatedly struggle and even feel forced.
Zhao Sheng thought for a while, frowned, and was in trouble. He didn't know what to say. Things were a bit tricky.
You can't call it something like egg, right?
He and her child cannot be given this shameful name. It will be embarrassing if others tell it when they grow up.
Lin Yiyi knew that this would take time. The man was silent for a long time, so she didn't urge him. She kissed his cheek and whispered, "Go to bed first. Think about it during the day. It's still early."
The man responded with a kiss and continued to fan Lin Yiyi to lull her to sleep, deep in thought.
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The next morning.
Zhao Sheng wrote down the two names he had been thinking about all night in the account book, left breakfast for Lin Yiyi, and went out to work.
When the sun was high in the sky, the person on the bed finally woke up.
Lin Yiyi drank some water and sat at the table to eat breakfast. Looking at the message written by the man in the account book, her brows furrowed.
Written on the note were two names: Zhao Xuanlin and Zhao Mulin.
Why does she feel weird about the second name?
The first name is ok, but what do you think of the character in the middle? Yong?
This word is rarely used, right?
Lin Yiyi couldn't think of a good name, so she didn't try to think of one.
After dinner, I washed the lunch box and went out with a palm-sized homemade booklet and a letter.
I went to the post office and sent the things to Lin Xiaoyan in the countryside.
But before she even left the post office, she ran into an acquaintance.
Lin Yiyi looked at Meng Buli who was walking over and greeted him with a smile, "Hello, Comrade Meng, long time no see."
"Hello, Comrade Lin. Long time no see."
Meng Buli was relieved to see that she was in good spirits. After what happened last time, he was really worried that she, as a female comrade, could not withstand the blow.
Seeing that he didn't take anything, Lin Yiyi asked, "Are you here to make a phone call?"
Meng Buli nodded, "Well, tell my grandparents the news."
He has passed the political review, and his parents have finally agreed to let him join the army. In a few days, he will leave Ze County with the county conscription office.
After talking to him for a few words, Lin Yiyi was about to go out, but before she walked out the door, Meng Buli stopped her.
"Lin Yiyi, don't send anonymous letters of complaint to the textile factory anymore, it's useless.
Everyone knows about Director Qian's affairs, but it's a good thing you didn't continue to work in the factory."
Lin Yiyi was shocked: "..."
How can we know who sent the anonymous letter?
Besides, she wrote with her left hand.
It's already very detailed, how can you directly find out that it's her?
From this we can see that this old pervert has everything under his belt. Not only can he commit evil acts recklessly, he can also find out who the perpetrator is.
Fortunately, she only sent one letter and then forgot about it. It would be better for her not to cause trouble with such a resourceful person.
Meng Buli gave a kind reminder and said nothing more. He waved goodbye to Lin Yiyi and waited in line to make a phone call.
He actually heard about the anonymous letter from his father.
He is not very clear about the specific details.
Lin Yiyi returned home feeling extremely nervous, and she was filled with fear. It really takes courage to be the first to stand out.
If she were still working in the textile factory canteen, she would definitely suffer a great loss.
She missed her cousin Zhao.
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