"What?"
"winery"
Liu Ruo looked up in surprise, and Lu Ronghui repeated what Song Qing had told her.
"If you think it's feasible, organize people to discuss it with the village chief. Anyway, you all have free time these few months, so give it a try. If you can get back up, things will be much easier later."
"I……"
They had never imagined starting their own factory; they were already quite fortunate to have passed the exams to become workers in other places.
But now Lu Ronghui has envisioned a completely different path for them.
"But we have no experience, and setting up a factory requires a lot of money. Can the village provide funding?"
Liu Ruo has been here for half a year. From being completely unfamiliar with farm work to now being able to skillfully complete her daily production tasks, she has had a very tough time during this period.
Rural life is the most grueling, with repetitive labor every day and little rest time, just like an old ox.
But the harvest was not proportional to the labor, and what was most despairing was the lack of hope.
If a winery can really be built in the village, not only them, but even the villagers will have a chance.
Whether it works or not depends on you; we've only provided an idea.
While rekindling her hope, Liu Ruo kept denying it in her mind, and finally hesitantly returned to her dormitory.
There are only a few people left in the dorm now, and everyone gets along much better than before.
"What's wrong with you? Didn't Rong Hui ask you to go out? Why are you so absent-minded?"
Liu Ruo thought about it several more times in her mind, and finally made up her mind. She coughed a few times, and everyone else looked at her.
"What's wrong?"
"Rong Hui asked us if we wanted to start a winery?"
"What?"
Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at her in shock; this was something none of them had ever imagined before.
“I’m serious, I think this is a great idea.”
She suddenly slapped her thigh and stood up excitedly, her face full of excitement.
"We've been here for so long, have you ever heard the villagers mention that the village used to brew wine?"
"I think they mentioned it once, saying that the wine in our village tastes better than the wine sold by the supply and marketing cooperative."
However, no one paid any attention to it, thinking they were just self-promoting.
“The house where Ronghui’s sister-in-law lives now was the former warehouse where the commune stored wine. There are still many large vats used for brewing wine in their house. Later, these vats were taken back by the village chief.”
This means the village chief still plans to start brewing wine again. If they set up their own winery in the future, we educated youths will feel embarrassed to ask him to arrange jobs for us.
Most importantly, the villagers don't want us to go in either; there aren't enough people in the village to accommodate us.
But if we run a factory jointly with the village, then we'll have jobs.
When everyone heard that the village chief was actually planning to do it, it meant that the feasibility of the matter had greatly increased, and they all became excited.
"If it can really be done, then we should hurry up and discuss it with the village chief."
“The village has the raw materials and the technology. Our only worry is the sales channels. I think this can work.”
They quickly went to discuss it with the male educated youth, and they all agreed to find a time to go to the village chief.
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They hauled the firewood back into the yard, and Lu Yang unloaded it, laid it out on the ground, and then carried it bundle by bundle to the stack.
"This amount of firewood isn't enough. I'll go get another truckload after I get off work tomorrow."
"Then wait for me at the entrance of the textile factory tomorrow, and we'll go together."
"Me, me, me! I want to go too!"
“You can play with the other children in the yard, otherwise we’ll have to hire someone to watch over you.”
Song Qing refused his daughter without hesitation. They were going up the mountain to work, and the little girl would only cause trouble.
Lu Yang was chopping branches neatly with a machete when he saw his daughter winking at him as if she didn't understand. An'an took a deep breath, puffed out her cheeks, and ran out.
"His temper is getting worse every day."
Lu Ronghui stood by, not daring to speak. She noticed that every time An'an showed her sister-in-law some strange insects, her sister-in-law would become very strict afterwards.
"Did you collect firewood from the mountain?"
Zhao Qin happened to come over and saw that they had a cart full of firewood, which should last for many days.
"I just picked it up today."
“I didn’t even have time to go up the mountain to collect firewood. My husband said we could burn charcoal in the winter and told me not to collect it.”
“We all need to heat the kang (a traditional heated bed), and winter lasts for several months. This amount of firewood is simply not enough. If you were to burn charcoal, how much charcoal would you need?”
"Men don't know the cost of firewood and rice until they're in charge of the household. He thinks that just by talking a few words, he can have tons of coal waiting for him at home."
Zhao Qin sighed. Back when she lived in Shanghai, she didn't have to worry about these things at home.
Now I have no choice but to bite the bullet and do it myself.
"How about we go together next time? It'll probably take us more than a month to gather firewood."
"So long?"
"We only have so much time after get off work each day, it will definitely take us a long time to pick it up."
Zhao Qin simply sat down next to her and helped her tidy up.
Production at the factory is on track, and trucks come to pick up goods every now and then. As technicians at the factory, they are neither particularly busy nor particularly idle, and they don't have time to sit down every day.
It means constantly inspecting each workshop, repairing any machine malfunctions, and quickly identifying and addressing any issues with the production of yarn or fabric that suddenly becomes substandard.
The two were talking about work when they suddenly started talking about Wei Lan, who had disappeared.
When the technicians returned, they discovered that Wei Lan was missing. They later learned from others that she had actually tried to switch the factory's test papers.
Fortunately, it was discovered, otherwise who knows how much damage it would have caused.
Song Qing actually knew a long time ago. She was bored during the days she injured her leg, and Lu Yang happened to be one of the people in charge.
"I heard from Director Zhang that Wei Lan resigned voluntarily. I don't know if the city will send anyone else."
"Zhou Lian has already been publicly criticized throughout the entire family compound. She has no choice but to resign. I don't know the situation in the city, but they will probably send someone else."
"At least that would sound better. Hopefully, this time they'll send someone who'll cause less trouble."
Song Qing never expected to hear news of Zhou Lian again. She was criticized in a circular for the entire family compound and took her child back to her hometown the next day.
She was sitting on the bed in the guesthouse, her leg wound itching. Lu Yang, afraid she would scratch, held her hand in his.
Hearing Lu Yang's words, he was shocked and even temporarily forgot about the itchy wound on his leg.
"She went back alone? Battalion Commander Wang didn't see her off?"
“The next day, Wang Minggui came to see me again and asked if I wanted to exchange that house back.”
"We finally got the house cleaned up, why would we want to change it again? But is he really that heartless?"
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