"Xiao Luo, sit down, don't be nervous." Chairman Zheng didn't look up and wrote something in the notebook.

The union has a separate office. There is a long dark brown table in the middle of the office. There are several chairs around the table. Chairman Zheng is sitting at the table inside.

Chu Xia smiled at Chairman Zheng: "Okay, thank you, Chairman."

She didn't need to pretend. She looked tired after walking all the way. Her face was pale and she looked very weak.

Chairman Zheng looked up and was shocked: "Oh, Xiao Luo, are you sick? Why do you look so bad?"

Chu Xia waved her hands and smiled again, pretending to be strong: "Chairman, I'm fine, I just don't feel well, I can't stand walking a little."

Chairman Zheng was a well-known iron lady in the textile factory. When she was a textile worker, she was often rated as a provincial labor model.

Later, after becoming the chairman of the trade union, she was always doing things for the employees in the factory and solving everyone's problems.

Those who worked with her in the union were all people with the same temper as her. Even the factory employees had never seen a sick beauty like Chu Xia. The original owner was the kind of person who was sick but just endured it, just like everyone else.

Therefore, when he first saw Chuxia's appearance, Chairman Zheng was afraid that she would scare her if she spoke louder, not to mention that she was a comrade that the higher-ups had hinted to take more care of.

Chairman Zheng spoke softly to her, using her ability that she had acquired for half her life to pretend to be gentle: "Xiao Luo, you are too weak, you need to take good care of yourself. Have you encountered any difficulties in life?"

Chuxia almost laughed when she heard Chairman Zheng trying to pinch his throat to speak.

But she held back. As soon as Chairman Zheng finished speaking, she lowered her head and kept silent, but tears fell one by one, her nose sniffled, and she looked very aggrieved.

Chairman Zheng suddenly became anxious and didn't care about pretending to be gentle. He shouted loudly: "Xiao Luo, don't cry! Tell me if you have any grievances. The union exists to solve the difficulties of employees! If anyone dares to show off his power and bully others in the factory, the union will be the first to disagree!"

"Chairman, you are such a good person. Don't you know that someone bullied us, a weak mother and son, last night! Bullied because my husband was not at home."

Chuxia held Chairman Zheng's hand with tears in her eyes, crying and complaining to her about her grievances, telling her clearly what happened last night without missing a word.

Chairman Zheng found Chuxia for this matter. He was angry at first, and he became even angrier after listening.

"Bang!" Chairman Zheng slammed the table heavily, "This is really outrageous!"

Chu Xia was frightened and shuddered. Chairman Zheng quickly said: "I'm not talking about you, don't be afraid. Don't worry, Xiao Luo, I will definitely solve this matter for you. Our factory will never allow bullying of the weak!"

Chu Xia looked at her like a hero, with light in her eyes: "Chairman, you are so nice. Chairman, in addition to this matter, I have another thing, cough cough..."

Chairman Zheng felt like a hero who saved people from fire and water when he was looked at by this look, and his heart was full of pride: "What is it? As long as I can do it, I will help you solve it."

This cough made her panic. Why did Xiao Luo's health suddenly become so bad? It was probably because Qin Sanfeng bullied her yesterday.

The existence of the union is to help employees solve their problems. They can go to the union for family disputes, housing allocation issues, and job issues.

As long as they go to the union, if the employees really encounter difficulties, the union will first mediate and then report to the higher authorities for resolution. Of course, the housing allocation issue is a long-standing problem and it is not easy to solve.

"Chairman, I really want to contribute to the factory, but look at my health. I am angry that it is useless. It's not that I don't want to work in the workshop, I'm really afraid of fainting while working. It's okay for me to faint, but I'm afraid of causing serious losses to the factory, which would be my fault."

Chairman Zheng was very moved when he heard this. What a good comrade, how could she be in poor health? Otherwise, she would definitely be a provincial model like she was before, and might even be rated as a national labor model. What a pity.

It's all Qin Sanfeng's fault.

"I'll help you respond to this matter." Chairman Zheng held Chuxia's hand and said firmly: "Don't worry, our union will definitely solve your difficulties, Comrade Chuxia!"

Textile Plant No. 3 Red Class.

Cen Huaian sat on the stool, eating candies one by one without stopping.

Sitting next to him was a chubby little boy, drooling.

"What are you eating?"

Cen Huaian looked at him warily, turned his body inward, ignored him, and stuffed another candy into his mouth.

"It smells so good." The chubby boy wiped his mouth and stared at Cen Huaian's trouser pocket: "It's White Rabbit candy!"

"No." Cen Huaian glared at him, holding his pockets tightly, all of which were his.

"That's right, give me one." The chubby boy begged him, the White Rabbit candy was sweet and fragrant, he wanted to eat it so much.

Cen Huaian held his hand even more tightly: "No."

The chubby boy next to him said "Oh" in disappointment, drooping his head, and his chubby body was all spiritless.

Cen Huaian didn't care whether his deskmate was sad or not. After he finished the candy in his mouth, he felt in his pocket and found only one candy. It would be gone after he finished eating it.

So after Cen Huaian took out this candy, he peeled it open very carefully. Just as he was about to put it in his mouth, a head suddenly popped out from the side and bit it away with a "ouch". His hand was also stained with saliva.

Cen Huaian looked at his empty hand, then slowly turned his head and saw the fat boy chewing his candy.

His candy! The last one! Gone!

Cen Huaian was instantly furious and rushed towards the fat boy.

He had forgotten what his mother taught him last night, that he could not rely on force alone, but had to use the best strategy. Now he was just angry.

"My candy! Give me back my candy!"

The fat boy was fat because he ate a lot, but he was just fat because of vain. He couldn't fight at all .

After being thrown to the ground by Cen Huaian, she didn't even know how to fight back, she just cried loudly, and she didn't forget to chew candy while crying.

The classroom was suddenly in chaos.

After getting the guarantee from the union chairman and solving the big problem in her heart, Chuxia walked out of the third textile factory in a very good mood and walked towards the vegetable market.

She made a list and bought everything that the family needed today.

She couldn't buy too much, and it couldn't be stored in summer. There would be fresh vegetables tomorrow. The family compound was not far from the vegetable market, so she would buy more tomorrow.

Moreover, there were old farmers near the family compound who often came to sell vegetables with baskets on their shoulders. The vegetables were fresh and not expensive.

The vegetable market was a free market formed after the market was liberalized. Later, the government made unified plans here.

You don’t need a ticket to buy vegetables here, but you still need a ticket to buy rice, flour, grain and oil at the grain and oil store.

But if you have a ticket, it’s cheaper than buying at the vegetable market.

Chuxia had a ticket, and the original owner hadn’t used up this month’s supply, so she took the grain and oil book and went directly to the grain and oil store to buy it.

Because the rice and flour are heavy, Chuxia went there after buying vegetables at the vegetable market.

The rice and flour supplied by the grain and oil store are not the best. The rice is aged rice. The staff of the grain and oil store said that it’s good to have aged rice.

You have to wait for the new rice, and there are so many people lining up to buy it. The same is true for the best flour.

She bought some from someone she saw selling it at the market yesterday. Today, she came to the grain and oil store and asked about it. Then she learned about the grain supply situation. Scarce products still rely on snatching. If she had known, she would have bought more from that person.

She didn't know when she would meet someone selling such good grain again. She was just trying her luck.

But it's the end of the month. There should be new supplies next month. She would line up to buy them then. She

stood in front of the grain and oil store with a bunch of things. Chuxia stopped a passenger tricycle and helped her load the things onto the tricycle and delivered them to her family's yard. Chuxia added a dime and the people helped her move all the things upstairs.

Otherwise, with so many things, she would have to move them to a certain place in her current physical condition.

The family compound was not so busy at this time. Those who had to go to work had gone to work, and those who did not have to work also had their own work to do.

Chuxia went into the house and began to pack up the things she bought.

Mainly because the food was heavy, the other vegetables she bought were only enough for two days, and she would be sad if they went bad.

She also bought a few earthenware pots and a few bags of vegetable seeds, preparing to plant some vegetables on the window sill.

Summer is the season for planting vegetables. Planting tomatoes, beans, spinach, green peppers, chives, and garlic sprouts is so convenient for cooking. You can just pick them with your hands. They

are tender and fresh, and they must be delicious when cooked.

The family building where she lives has good lighting, and the corridor is the kind of small balcony that can be directly exposed to the sun.

Some families live in tube-shaped buildings with rooms on both sides of the corridor. The corridor is dark, gloomy and narrow, and there are coal stoves and coal briquettes from each family, which makes it cramped and depressing.

Chuxia put the earthenware basin aside and prepared to wait for Cen Huaian to come back and plant with him.

It is still early now, just the right time to kill the local chicken bought yesterday and stew it into chicken soup.

As a doctor, Chuxia is not afraid of dissecting a person, let alone a chicken.

She picked up the chicken and bled it, boiled water, and plucked the feathers neatly. Her face was very calm, but her expression was a little too serious.

Especially when she was cutting meat, she took the knife and started along the bone, just like a butcher cutting a cow, and the chicken skeleton and meat were separated very easily.

After she finished dividing the meat, she remembered that it was not necessary to divide it like this when cooking. It would be better to stew the whole chicken with the meat and bones together.

She forgot about it when she got used to dissecting.

But it doesn’t matter. She just separated the skeleton and the chicken. The chicken is still intact and it doesn’t affect it.

"Huh!" Grandma Chen who lived on the same floor came back from buying vegetables. When she saw the chicken cut by Chuxia, she was surprised: "Chuxia, how did you separate the chicken and the bones? This chicken rack looks scary."

Chuxia stuffed ginger slices and green onions into the chicken slowly and said casually: "It's easier to stew this way."

"There's no meat on this chicken rack. Do you still want it? If you don't want it, give it to me."

Chuxia looked at her strangely. How could she have the nerve to say that?

"Of course I'll take it. There's meat everywhere. It's still edible after cooking."

Grandma Chen's smile was a little awkward: "A chicken rack. Why are you so stingy, Chuxia?"

Chuxia nodded as a matter of course: "I am stingy. If you are not stingy, Grandma Chen, you should give me a chicken rack."

Grandma Chen walked away swiftly without paying any attention to Chuxia's words.

Neighbors have all kinds of people. There are always people who like to take advantage of others. They lend you some green onions today and some garlic tomorrow.

If you don't give them, she will say you are stingy. If you give them, she will return them.

But such a neighbor will help you when you are in trouble and give you things when you borrow them. It's hard to hate her.

Chuxia would give garlic if she wanted it, but she wouldn't give chicken because it is so expensive.

The chicken needs to be boiled first to remove the fishy smell, and the chicken rack is also put in to cook. There is no cooking wine, so Chuxia bought a bottle of rice wine today specifically to remove the fishy smell when cooking.

After rinsing with hot water, put 15 grams of Poria cocos, 15 grams of Angelica sinensis, diced yam, and ginger slices into a casserole, add water and cook over high heat.

She had already removed the plug at the bottom of the coal stove, and the fire was fully lit at this time, it was a high fire.

After the water boiled, plug the mouth under the coal stove, and it turned to low heat and slowly began to stew the soup.

Poria cocos and yam stewed native chicken needs to be cooked on low heat for two hours. It is still early for noon now, and Chuxia went into the house to look for a book.

When the original owner got married, she brought nothing but a quilt.

However, Cen Zhengnian did have a box of books here. The original owner of the box had never opened it. She didn't like reading. She studied in a daze when she was in high school.

At that time, not many students loved to study. Teachers taught casually and didn't care about the students. Students were very opinionated and did all kinds of things in class.

The original owner was not out of line, but she didn't study either.

There was a layer of dust on the box. Chuxia wiped it clean with a rag and opened it. She found that there were so many books inside, a full box.

There were textbooks from elementary school to high school. It was estimated that they were Cen Zhengnian's own. There were also many professional books on physics and chemistry. Chuxia flipped through them casually. They were too professional. She, who had been to college, only knew some words and didn't understand what they meant.

After all, she didn't study physics and chemistry in college, but medicine. If you give her a medical book, she will definitely be able to explain it clearly.

She put the books in, picking out books from elementary school to high school. These are the only ones she can use.

The books are damp, and Chuxia thinks it's time to dry them out.

She'll talk about it later. She's very tired now and she needs to rest.

As time passed slowly, the aroma of local chicken stewed with Poria cocos and yam filled the entire corridor.

Chuxia sat at the door with a fan, fanning herself while reading a high school book, looking very leisurely.

Sister Li from next door came back from work and saw her like this and burst out laughing.

"Chuxia is stewing chicken today? It smells so good!"

Sister Li is a nice person, enthusiastic, generous and cheerful. Chuxia likes her very much.

She smiled and nodded: "Yes. An'an and I are in poor health, so we are going to stew some chicken soup to make up for it."

Sister Li immediately nodded in agreement: "Yes, chicken soup is good for health, you should make up for it."

As people came back from work one by one, Chuxia's stewed chicken was almost done. She wrapped the clay pot with a towel and brought it into the house, put the aluminum pot back on the coal stove, locked the door and went to the Yuhong class to pick up Cen Huaian.

Who knew that the teacher would complain to her as soon as she got there.

Cen Huaian had a fight with someone, and he was the first to hit him, beating the fat boy so hard that he cried.

Cen Huaian turned his head to one side, his face was very stubborn, while the fat boy on the other side of the teacher looked aggrieved, with tear marks and wounds on his face.

"An An, tell me, why did you fight today?"

Cen Huaian was also very aggrieved, stubbornly aggrieved, pointing at the fat boy and very angry: "He snatched my candy, and I only have that one left."

The teacher said on the side: "Then you can't hit people, it's wrong for children to hit people."

Chu Xia frowned and looked at Cen Huaian, and asked directly: "An An, did you share candy with other children?"

Cen Huaian didn't say anything, turned his head to the side, and didn't look at Chu Xia.

Forget it, she knew it without his answer, he ate all the candy by himself.

Chu Xia was about to speak, a fat woman in black leather shoes ran over with a "thump thump thump" look on her face.

"My dear minister, what's wrong with you? You must be heartbroken for your mother!"