Along the way, you can see a constant stream of pedestrians and vehicles everywhere, tall buildings everywhere, cinemas, children's parks, and department stores.
There are also various factories, including textile factories, shoe factories, power plants, timber mills, etc.
Walking along the way and feeling its culture and heritage gave Zhang Weifang a new understanding of this city.
This city has advanced technology and outstanding people who are creating a new life.
The more Zhang Weifang watched, the more shocked she was. She saw the efforts of this generation.
At the gate of Jiahua Textile Factory, she saw a notice:
Please keep your voices down when you pass by, pedestrians and vehicles. The workers in the factory work in three shifts and some are taking a break at any time.
It is really a very different city and very different people, which makes Zhang Weifang full of yearning for future life.
Zhang Jiuyi didn't have so many thoughts. He just felt that the city was very big and there were many cars and people on the road.
The next day, Zhang Weifang found a school for Hu Zi, called Yuhong School, which is a kindergarten. Aunt Feng's grandson Maomao, who is the same age as Hu Zi, also goes to school there.
With playmates, Hu Zi was obviously much happier and he quickly adapted to the new school.
After staying there for three days, Zhang Jiuyi insisted on going home. Zhang Weifang couldn't persuade him no matter what. She bought a bunch of things for him to take back. In the end, Zhang Weifang was criticized again.
As soon as Zhang Jiuyi got on the train, Zhang Weifang burst into tears. She was alone again, and the fear and loneliness in her heart instantly surged into her heart.
This emotion reached its peak at night. After dinner, she was picking out coal ash and sighing:
“I don’t know how long this will last.”
Take out the coal ash, shovel it into a basket, and then dump it outside.
Before, this kind of work was done by Li Hongru at home. Now, she felt that there still needed to be a man at home.
After washing up and lying on the bed, Zhang Weifang fell asleep quickly. She had to go to work the next day, so she forced herself to fall asleep quickly.
On her first day at work, Zhang Weifang dressed herself up beautifully, hoping to leave a good impression on everyone.
Sunlight streamed down the earth, and the morning breeze caressed Zhang Weifang's face. She took a deep breath, feeling the fresh air, her heart filled with anticipation and hope for a new day.
Not long ago, she personally sent her lovely son Hu Zi to school. Looking at his back as he skipped into the campus, Zhang Weifang felt extremely gratified.
Now, Zhang Weifang set out on the road to work alone.
She chooses to walk, which not only gives her exercise but also gives her more time to think and enjoy the beauty around her.
Before she knew it, Zhang Weifang had arrived at the office door. She straightened her clothes, smiled, and walked into the office building, ready to face the challenges of her first day at work.
As soon as she walked into the office lobby, she saw two colleagues she met last time wiping the tables. Zhang Weifang quickly stepped forward and introduced herself.
"Hello, my name is Zhang Weifang. Today is my first day at work. Please take good care of me."
One of the women looked up at her:
"Oh, it's you. I didn't expect you're a colleague. Welcome, hehe..."
Although she was smiling, looking at her squinted triangular eyes, Zhang Weifang felt that she was not a good person.
At this time, another woman came over. She looked Zhang Weifang up and down and asked directly:
"Did Secretary Yin introduce you to this job?"
Zhang Weifang didn't expect someone to ask for information so directly. It seemed that neither of these two colleagues welcomed her.
Zhang Weifang thought about it for a moment, then nodded, agreeing with her statement. With Secretary Yin's "tiger skin", her life should be easier.
Sure enough, the two women's expressions immediately changed, and the smiles on their faces became sincere:
"Weifang, come sit with us. Section Chief Rong will be here to arrange the tasks."
As soon as he finished speaking, a man in his forties came over, followed by a short man with a baby face, and they all came to the marriage department office together.
Rong Yao is the head of the Marriage Section. He is 40 years old and wears a formal black Mao suit. He has an ordinary appearance, puffy eyes, thick lips, and a depressed face. His words sound very pretentious and empty.
"Comrades, everyone in our department is here. We must work hard, strive hard, and carry forward..."
Ten minutes passed and he was still talking. Half an hour passed and Chief Rong's morning meeting was finally over.
Everyone else returned to their work, but Zhang Weifang was left behind to continue following the leader's instructions:
"You were introduced by Secretary Yin. If you have any questions, ask Zhang Hong. She's a veteran employee with strong professional skills."
"I understand, Rong Ke."
"Okay, go out now. If you don't understand something, ask more. We are all very easy to get along with."
When Zhang Weifang returned to the hall, she saw two female colleagues chatting animatedly. She found a stool and sat next to them.
The two of them were chatting about some trivial matters. She didn't participate and just listened to them.
Four young couples came to get married in the morning. They filled out the form, signed it, stamped it, and then were issued the certificate directly. It was a very simple job.
Time passed quickly and it was noon. We all went to the cafeteria in the backyard to eat. The food was very good, with steamed buns made of two-grain flour, fried cabbage, and tofu soup.
Zhang Weifang didn't have a meal ticket, so she borrowed one from a colleague and planned to return it when she got her salary next month.
After a morning of getting to know them, Zhang Weifang also learned the names of the two colleagues. The one with triangular eyes was called Zhang Hong, 36 years old, an employee with more than ten years of experience. She looked smiling, but Zhang Weifang thought she was a smiling tiger.
Another pretty girl is Hu Xiaoqing, 27 years old. She is dressed very fashionably, with a pink top, black pants, and a small silver clip in her hair.
In this era, most people wear black, gray and white, and bright colors like pink are rare, so I stand out among my colleagues.
Her husband is a truck driver who travels all over the country. Her clothes and jewelry are all from the south, so everyone envies her.
Another baby-faced man is called Chang Zhiyuan. He has two small fangs when he smiles. He is about 30 years old and is a photographer. All newlyweds who come to get married ask him to take photos. He is an indispensable technical talent in the department.
The afternoon work continued as usual. Zhang Weifang watched from the side without doing anything. Zhang Hong said that this allowed her to learn more, but in fact she was deliberately not letting her work.
Zhang Weifang had just arrived and didn't care about so many things. He thought everything had to be done slowly. After all, public institutions generally wouldn't fire employees.
After get off work, Zhang Weifang walked back again. This time, she was accompanied by the sunset, the dust on the roadside, and the exhaust fumes from cars. She no longer had the mood she had in the morning.
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