Song Qing took out some face cream, scooped out a little, and applied it to her face. The weather was cold and dry, and her face seemed to have dried out quite a bit after being blown by the wind.
After wiping her face, she wiped her hands, then thought for a moment, scooped out a little more, spread it evenly on her hands, and then wiped it on the man's face.
Lu Yang: "..."
Song Qing: "How do you know?"
He glared at her, but Song Qing's hand was still on his face, so she simply used a little force, making it impossible for him to be fierce.
"My daughter said so."
“I knew it was her. He really likes Uncle Wei. He even asked her to climb a tree to pick walnuts for him and promised to bring him walnut cakes next time.”
Lu Yang's face grew darker and darker. Song Qing smiled and couldn't help but rub it harder.
“You’re always so serious, you’ll age faster. In another ten years or so, when we go out together, people will think I’ve married an old man.”
Lu Yang: "..."
He almost choked on his breath, angered by Wei Hui and now by her. Finally, he let out a long sigh and collapsed onto the kang (a heated brick bed).
Song Qing stopped teasing him at this point and poked his thigh.
"What did your daughter tell you?"
Lu Yang didn't say anything.
"Comrade Xiao Wei came to the village because of the winery, and he happened to run into Xiao Hui and An An."
You know how important things are at the winery, Xiao Hui asked him about it, and the two exchanged a few words.
Later, they went to the back of the mountain to look at other places, and they ran into us again.
"...Are they all coincidences?"
"Otherwise, which one do you think isn't a coincidence? Alright, alright, stop thinking so much, Xiaohui didn't mean it that way."
Lu Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Xiao Hui didn't mean it that way, he didn't care how much she tried to flatter him.
Feeling much relieved, he got up and walked towards his sister's room.
"Come in!"
Lu Yang knocked on the door, and An An immediately raised her voice, mimicking her aunt's tone. Lu Ronghui helplessly tapped her nose.
"elder brother"
"Dad, come quickly!"
An'an recently learned to play an off-key tune on the organ, so she quickly pulled her dad over and brought the kitten next to him, making the three of them sit in a row.
She stood alone on the kang (a heated brick bed), and after thinking for a moment, she loudly called her mother over as well.
"Mommy, Mommy, come quick!"
She made the four of them sit cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed) and, as she instructed, clap for her.
Song Qing suppressed a laugh, watching to see what she was going to do. In the end, she picked up the accordion and played a tune, trying hard to figure out what melody it was.
Finally, both of them, along with the cat, looked completely bewildered. Lu Ronghui whispered a hint to them, "Little Star."
Song Qing: "...It is indeed this one."
After An'an finished singing, she looked at them expectantly. Lu Yang immediately clapped, "That was great! My daughter is amazing. You'll definitely win an award if you perform this song at the year-end gala."
"Really?"
"Of course it's true. When has Dad ever lied to you?"
An'an covered her face shyly and laughed, then threw herself into her father's arms and hugged him.
Song Qing was stunned for a moment, then quickly praised, "You're amazing! When you actually go on stage, Mom will applaud for you."
The two of them kept flattering her, while Lu Ronghui stood to the side, holding the kitten and laughing.
An'an waved her arms and said, "Then our whole family will go up and perform. I'll play the accordion, Mom will dance, and Dad will dance too."
Lu Yang and Song Qing: "..."
Fortunately, Lu Ronghui quickly changed the subject, and An'an stopped pestering them to actually sign up for a program at the end of the year.
Lu Yang sat to the side, hesitating for a long time, until Song Qing couldn't bear to watch any longer.
"Xiao Hui, what did Comrade Wei say today?"
“He thinks it’s highly feasible and can be done. The money should be approved in about half a month.”
Liu Ruo and the others were most worried about funding. The village could only provide a small amount of funding, and they themselves didn't have enough money to start a factory.
With the city's financial support, the problem was solved immediately.
"This Comrade Wei is a very nice person, not at all pretentious. An'an asked him to help pick walnuts, and he went."
When An'an heard that they were talking about Uncle Wei again, she immediately said loudly, "Uncle Wei is very nice, Mom. When are we going to make walnut cake? He said he'll be coming again in a few days."
"Then you should crack the walnuts down these next few days, and we'll make them when you have the holiday."
The family chatted for a while, and Lu Yang became more and more depressed. Not to mention his daughter, who was the first to betray him, his wife didn't object, and even Xiao Hui didn't seem to dislike him.
"Mom, I want to sleep here with my aunt."
"Then don't make a fuss tonight, and don't bring the kitten into the bed."
Lu Yang added some firewood to the kang (heated brick bed) in their room before going out with Song Qing. Back in their own room, he lay on the kang while Song Qing read a book at the table.
"We won't go to collect firewood after get off work tomorrow. Let's come back early and pickle the vegetables."
He responded with a single word, but said nothing more.
Song Qing didn't bother to pay attention. In fact, they had already bought all kinds of vegetables and had been piling them up in the side room, but they hadn't had a chance to use them.
"Why don't we dig a small hole in the backyard and bury the radishes in it? That way, they won't become hollow even after a few months."
Anything related to winter is a big deal, so he couldn't stay silent now.
"Then I'll dig a hole in the backyard when I come back tomorrow, and I can put the harvested cabbages in the hole."
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"Sister Song Qing, you were looking for me?"
Song Qing called a group of people into the experimental workshop, and they all looked at the few small pieces of fabric that had already been dyed in her hand.
"The factory has already ordered dyeing vats and dyeing machines. What we need to do now is confirm the dye ratio and dyeing time."
Our experiments revealed that fabric #8, with the same dye ratio, produced a lighter color and didn't absorb the dye very well.
Everyone started discussing the fabric. Liu Jun glanced at it and knew the general situation, but he didn't say anything.
Ever since Song Qing became the head of the technical department and assigned them work, Liu Jun felt that she was ostracizing him, and he was only given some unimportant tasks in the dyeing workshop.
He now finally understands how Wang He felt back then.
"Since the color is light, why don't we increase the proportion of dye?"
Song Qing shook her head. "That would increase costs significantly, and the subsequent washing process would take even longer."
"How about turning up the temperature?"
She thought this might work, and after trying it in the dyeing machine, she found that it was indeed easier to color after heating.
Liu Jun clenched his fist. He thought Song Qing would eventually give up and come to him, but he didn't expect that these people would actually solve the problem by chattering away.
He sat there alone without saying a word, which seemed very abrupt. Shen Xuebing had already been transferred by Song Qing, who had asked him to take charge of other workshops.
Although Liu Jun has a bad temper, he is indeed experienced and capable, and Song Qing plans to use him.
Since they intend to use him, it's impossible to let him and Shen Xuebing be together again.
"Technician Liu, wait a moment, I need to talk to you."
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