Chapter 74: Gifts for Babies

"Chief Zhang, I am an educated youth from the south. You know, the climate there is different from here."

Zhang Ming nodded: "It's colder here in the winter."

"Yes." Xia Zhizhi agreed: "It's so cold here in the winter, every household has to burn coal to survive the winter, but everyone is only concerned about burning coal and ignores the hard work and dedication of our coal industry workers."

"You see, our coal yard workers work diligently all year round, not just to deliver better coal to thousands of households, so that every household in Mudanjiang can have a warm winter!"

In fact, the main reason they worked so hard was for the salary, but Zhang Ming couldn't tell the truth, so he smiled and said, "These are all our responsibilities and what we should do."

"Hey, you are so humble. It is a blessing for our city to have a leader like you in charge of the coal field."

Zhang Ming's mouth was almost stretched to the sky, and he kept saying, "Of course, of course."

Xia Zhizhi got back to the point: "It's like this, I plan to write an article about our coal mine, and since you are the production section chief, it's right for me to ask you about production matters. Please give me some advice, and if you have time, let me do an exclusive interview with you."

She flipped out a newspaper interview and showed it to Zhang Ming: "It's roughly like this. I wonder if Section Chief Zhang can cooperate with me."

Her interview was written like a letter of praise. She was simply a free-for-all. Who would refuse her?

Zhang Ming said quickly: "Of course, of course."

Since she was not busy now, she took Xia Zhizhi for a stroll in the coal yard. She took a few photos of the workers in production, asked some questions about production, took a photo of Zhang Ming alone, and then said goodbye neatly.

When asking someone to do something for you, you can't just open your mouth and ask. You have to lay the groundwork first, then let the other person notice your needs and take the initiative to help you get the job done.

On the way back, she took an ox cart with a big package. The driver of the ox cart was still Master Lin. When he drove the cart over, he saw the huge pile of things on the ground.

Enthusiasticly helped her put her things in the car.

The two of them continued chatting all the way, and now she even knew how old the captain was when he wet the bed as a child.

The master who was driving the ox cart knew that the girl was in poor health. He was in his sixties, and without waiting for her to refuse, he carried her large package and took her to the Youth League Home in two steps.

Then Han Youran and Jiang Xiurong saw it, and they came over to help her carry the package back to the room.

Xia Zhizhi...

I wanted to pretend that I was a piece of trash, but I didn't intend to be this useless.

She took out a stack of photos from her bag and handed them to Han Youran and Jiang Xiurong like a treasure: "Look, the photos I sent to my friend to be developed some time ago are out!"

She had taken a lot of photos of the two of them during this period, and had developed them a long time ago. After all, she was bored at night and had to do something to kill time. She just hadn't found the right opportunity to take them out. This time, she carefully selected about twenty or thirty photos and took them out.

Both of them were very happy and took the photos and looked at them one by one.

Xia Zhizhi's photo taking angles are much better than other masters of this era. Each photo has a special sense of story, with all angles from the front and side, commemorating their beauty at 360 degrees. The two people praised her highly.

Xia Zhizhi's chin was about to rise to the sky: "I am the best photographer in the world!"

"Yes, yes, you are a great hero." Jiang Xiurong pinched her face and said lovingly, "Didn't you give me tea yesterday? I made you something delicious to eat tonight."

She was so shocked by the naan yesterday that she would have forgotten about it if Jiang Xiurong hadn't mentioned the tea.

Okay, then I'll trust Jiang Xiurong again.

Wang Lizhen was looking at them with a pout. Xia Zhizhi walked over, rummaged in her bag, took out five more photos and handed them to her.

All five photos were candid shots. Some showed her sitting under a tree with her legs crossed and looking out, some were her running happily on the ground, and some were her looking back and smiling. They all looked youthful and pretty.

Of course there were some that weren’t good looking, but she was afraid she would get beaten if she showed them, so she kept them for herself.

"Humph!" Wang Lizhen took the photo and said, "You have a conscience."

Xia Zhizhi pointed at her own face and said shamelessly: "Do you see my face? This is the reward for my kindness!"

Wang Lizhen rolled her eyes and went back to the house.

At dinner time in the evening, she was very much looking forward to it. She held her small lunch box in her left hand and her enamel pot in her right hand, and walked into the kitchen with a happy step.

Then I saw the bowl of tea eggs on the stove.

Jiang Xiurong peeled two tea leaf eggs for her and put them in her bowl, urging her lovingly: "Eat it. I made it last night. I soaked it all day. It's very tasty."

Xia Zhi was chewing the egg with a dull look.

The heroine and the supporting actress are indeed natural enemies, and they are simply trying every way to hurt her...

In fact, it’s not Jiang Xiurong’s fault. There were milk tea shops on the streets before she was reborn, but she didn’t like to drink that at her age, so naturally she didn’t pay much attention to it.

After dinner, she washed up casually and was about to close the door and go into the space when Wang Lizhen knocked on the door.

So annoying!

Don't want to open.

Xia Zhizhi didn't want to hear her story about digging wild vegetables, so she pretended not to hear it.

But Wang Lizhen didn't give up and kept knocking for a long time.

I had no choice but to open the door.

Wang Lizhen was holding a box of Beijing Eight Pieces and said awkwardly, "I thought you were asleep. This is for you."

After saying that, he went back to his room.

Wang Lizhen didn't say anything, but she knew it was a thank you gift for the photo. She opened the cake and ate a piece of the date cake, which tasted pretty good.

After entering the space, Ah Ju began to look through the information in the space about the technology of making honeycomb coal.

She cannot reveal technologies that are beyond this era, but the system generally does not care about such minor inadvertence.

If we can contribute some bricks and tiles to the development of our motherland, why not do it?

I wrote until midnight. Half of the content was about my experience visiting the Mudanjiang coal mine, praising Zhang Ming and commending the selfless dedication of the coal industry workers. The rest of the content was full of personal opinions.

A special period had arrived, and in order to avoid being affected, she was not worried about her own safety, but she was also afraid of trouble, so she just wrote that she saw it while visiting another factory.

After the revisions, the draft was finalized, but I still asked Ah Ju to copy it more than ten times, noting that the draft was submitted to multiple places.

Ah Ju helped her develop the photos. She selected a photo of Zhang Ming's profile instructing workers on their work and sent it to two local newspapers. All the photos sent to other places were pictures of workers at work.

I guess the postman will deliver the letter to her in the next two days, and then I can ask the postman to take the letter to her and send it.

After staying up all night, she slept until noon the next day when someone knocked on the door and woke her up.

The postman came to deliver her letter.

Xia Zhizhi, with messy hair, took a thick stack of letters and several packages.

The postman was familiar with her because he had to go to Zhongxing Brigade every few days and every time he had a lot of mail. He said with a smile: "I think the people in the whole village don't have as many letters and parcels as you."

Xia Zhizhi chuckled: "It's mainly because I have a little bit of talent."