The booming era begins with private customization

Chapter 439 We are on the way

The deaf old lady was a little surprised at Yi Zhonghai's arrival.

But he didn't feel the slightest bit strange about Yi Zhonghai's thoughts.

In the deaf old lady's impression, Yi Zhonghai is such a person.

He let out a long breath and looked outside through the somewhat cloudy glass window.

Through some mottled glass windows, the courtyard house, shrouded in darkness, is covered with a layer of yellow filter.

Ever since He Daqing got into trouble, there hasn't been anyone in the yard to do the housekeeping work. No one has helped to clean the windows of her house for several days.

"He Yunong? The child is good and the man is quite clever. But you want to keep the child with you. Will the White Widow agree?"
He Yunong has so much money in his name, and he has a biological child.

The White Widow would definitely be reluctant to part with it."

The deaf old lady did not deny Yi Zhonghai, but spoke from another direction and raised a few other possibilities.

Maybe it’s because I didn’t intend to plot against anyone.

Today, the deaf old lady spoke with her eyes half open and closed, curled up in the rocking chair, and the cane that she usually leaned on was now placed on the cabinet next to her.

The rocking chair swayed back and forth, and it seemed as if, apart from the now pitch-black courtyard and the equally pitch-black house, the scene was a bit like a younger generation paying respects to their elders.

"It's not up to her to decide whether she agrees or not."

Yi Zhonghai squinted his eyes, his expression a little ferocious: "The old lady is always right in judging people. Since you also think that He Yunong will have a bright future, then I will go for it without any worries.

If I can catch up with you later, I will bring He Yunong to break the pot for you after you are a hundred years old."

He bowed seemingly respectfully, but the words he said made the deaf old lady, who was always prone to overthinking, feel a trace of gloom in her heart.

Breaking the pot?

Do you want to be her filial son and grandson?

Is Yi Zhonghai so kind? No, I'm afraid he came here for her inheritance.

Now that Yi Zhonghai no longer has the high salary that comes with being an eighth-level worker, these houses seem somewhat important.

In addition to the house, those letters that had caused him to be beaten before might have made Yi Zhonghai feel uneasy again.

Yes.

He was always so suspicious.

The deaf old lady opened her eyes, then buttoned her collar leisurely and smoothed her hair which was scattered mischievously: "It's good that you have this intention, but Zhuzi is also a filial person. If Zhuzi is willing, you should not argue with him.

We have been together as grandparents for so many years, so it would be better to let Zhuzi take care of some things.

He Yunong, Madam, my days are numbered. Even if you can keep him by your side, I’m afraid I won’t have the time to see him grow up.”

The deaf old lady didn't speak directly. Yi Zhonghai could only grit his teeth unwillingly when he heard her:

"What the old lady said is true. I see that you are in good health and He Yunong is smart.

If you stay around for a long time, you will definitely like it.

Everything is fine with Zhuzi, except that he is too busy at work and there is no sensible person to take care of him.

I can barely make sense of my own life, let alone take care of you."

Seeing that Yi Zhonghai was still unwilling to give up, the deaf old lady just smiled softly, with a sneer in her eyes that she didn't show: "What are you going to do?"

The deaf old lady, who didn't want to argue about this matter, shook her head slowly, looking at Yi Zhonghai's frightening and hideous face in the dark, in silence.

“If we ask directly, the White Widow will definitely not agree.

If she were to use the things that threatened her before, now that He Daqing couldn't get out, these things would be useless against her.

So she could only start from Baoding, because her son was there, and he was a good-for-nothing, lazy, greedy and cunning person.

When He Daqing was there, her son was a man who loved eating, drinking and having fun. Now that he has been in Kyoto for quite a few years, his true colors have probably been revealed, and he has also taken up the remaining two items.

If you want to catch her, you have to start from there."

Yi Zhonghai took out the shoulder bag he brought with him when he went out today, and took out a package of pastries wrapped in oil paper from the bag.

The difficult days of previous years are now gone.

It is said that the cicadas feel the coming of autumn before the wind blows, and the same is true in Kyoto.

Although the proportion of food rations supplied has not been adjusted yet, the public stores on the streets are selling more and more things.

Even flavors that were rare in previous years can be easily purchased this year.

"The store said that this year's harvest is good, and they steamed the cakes with the refreshing taste of lotus flowers, which we haven't seen often in the past.

There is also the seasonal peony pastry, which the store never prepared in previous years.

It just happened to be a coincidence this year. I smelled it when I was getting off work, so I went over and brought you a letter.

Don't complain about the coldness. The children in our yard have sharp noses. If I give it to you while it's still hot, and a bunch of children are lying on the windowsill while you're eating, it will be embarrassing.

After all, it’s not the back room, you’ve moved into the middle courtyard.”

Yi Zhonghai had something to say as he unwrapped the cakes sealed with oil paper. He took the cakes one by one in his hand and introduced the taste to the old lady in detail.

At the end, no one knew what he was thinking, but he actually spoke directly to the deaf old lady and gave her some advice.

It was not the back room where children rarely went on weekdays, but the middle courtyard.

Is this a reminder to her that this old deaf lady cannot eat alone in the Central Courtyard?
"Hey, I haven't walked around the courtyard for some time. I've been stuck in the house all day. If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten that I live in the middle courtyard.

All right, let’s leave it at that for today. You’ve already made up your mind anyway. No matter how much you ask, the old lady can’t help you at all.

Leave the cakes here, and go out. The old lady is a light sleeper, so please close the door tightly when you go out. It’s okay if there’s air leaking in, but if there’s noise, it’ll disturb her rest.”

The deaf old lady ordered everyone to leave.

As for what he said about not leaving the house, those were just polite remarks to deal with Yi Zhonghai.

It's not an apartment. The faucets, toilets and everything are outside. How can I stay at home?

"Then you take a rest, old lady. I will bring Yunong to greet you later."

Yi Zhonghai was not surprised. He just nodded, forced a smile on his face, bent his body, and backed away to the door.

As time went by, Yi Zhonghai became more respectful to the deaf old lady.

The night was silent, except for the sounds of some people snoring and grinding their teeth, and the sound of some people running around because of a stomach upset.

The most obvious among them is Yan Jiecheng, who has now moved to the Central Court.

I don’t know where Yan Jiecheng gets the energy from these days. The money in his hand is like it’s not money at all. He brings good things home every day.

I got a duck leg a few days ago. In the evening, I took a bowl and ate three steamed buns in the yard. The children in the yard were so greedy that they cried. Only then did I finish the duck leg.

He didn't throw away the duck leg bones after eating, but kept sucking them in his mouth, which was so teasing.

Let’s not talk about anything else, just the joke. Yan explained it to him so well that he started quarreling with Qin Huairu that day.

That scene was so ugly.

This was just a few days ago. Just today, Yan Jiecheng didn’t know where he got the crabs from.

It is said that nine is yellow and ten is paste. It is only the end of June now, and I don’t know what it tastes like.

In order to steam the crabs, Yan Jiecheng even went to the supply and marketing cooperative to get some rice wine.

After the neighbors finished their meal, Yan Jiecheng set up a bench in the yard and started talking and yelling in the yard.

When Sha Zhu got angry, the two of them started making a fuss in the yard again.

He was running back and forth in the yard now. I guess he had a stomachache and was shooting javelin back and forth.

Listening to the noise in the yard through the mottled window glass, the deaf old lady did not stand up. She tightened her clothes and took out a silk blanket from the drawer beside her and put it on her body.

This blanket looks quite old, but the fabric is extraordinary.

After all, she is old and has a lot of coldness in her body. What is a hot night for young people is actually a little chilly for the old lady.

Night passes.

With the sound of horns, the nearby streets became lively.

Some people were washing their hair in the yard with basins, while others were wiping their bodies in the house with towels and then washing the towels in the yard.

Amidst the calls.

Figures in work clothes gathered in the main trunk and headed for their respective factories.

The street office also started work early.

I sorted out the files and flipped through today's newspaper. Before I could get into the mood, I was interrupted by a loud voice:

"Director Wang, Xu Yueling's term in the countryside has ended. She is back to report!"

As the days passed, Xu Yueling's return did not arouse the vigilance of the people in the Siheyuan.

Apart from the people in the subdistrict office who knew about it, Xu Yueling, who was assigned the job, had never met anyone from the Siheyuan.

On this day, there was an office guarded by Lou Xiao'e.

Yu Haitang, who had been dressed neatly, opened the door refreshed. They looked at each other and remained silent in tacit agreement.

After waiting for a long time, and hearing the sound of the window opening and the fan turning on in the office for a minute or two, Lou Xiao'e pursed her lips and straightened her twisted work clothes.

I knocked on the door, walked in, and helped Li Mao tidy up the long hair that was stuck in invisible places.

Lou Xiao'e's cheeks flushed, and she complained lightly, "I heard people say that Du Yuanyuan is back, isn't she?
You made such a mess, aren't you afraid that Du Yuanyuan will be angry?"

This kind of intimate action has happened many times, and Li Mao has said it several times, but it has no effect at all.

You say you understand, and it works for a few days, but then you don't know when it will happen again.

"Yuanyuan knows. She understands my difficulties."

Li Mao did not go into too much detail. Lou Xiao'e, who had no control over the assets in her hands, could not understand what Li Mao meant at all.

Sometimes, some people represent not only love, but also the meaning of bowing and taking sides.

The resources Li Mao now controls are too exaggerated.

If he doesn't accept some things, not only will some people be unable to sleep, but even Li Mao himself will not be able to sleep well at night.

"It's good that you know this, but I still have some suggestions, but of course it's just a suggestion. Before you marry Du Yuanyuan and before she gives birth to a son, it's better for other people not to get pregnant.

Although I know that Ran Qiuye’s current job is to be responsible for finishing.

But if you give birth too early, there will inevitably be some problems. "

Lou Xiao'e pursed her lips and took two stiff steps back.

"You know about this kind of thing?"

Li Mao's hand paused. He had just touched the teacup and was about to replenish his water. He was somewhat surprised. "That's right. After all, it's the Lou family and Loubancheng. In that era, many bald men were supported by dozens of men."

There was no going too deep into this topic. When she had almost recovered, Lou Xiao'e took out a notebook like a real secretary, on which she wrote down some things that needed to be reported.

The first thing to be affected was the order placed with the street textile factory, as well as the work clothes that were specially designed by someone and further modified by Li Mao.

The machinery factory earns a lot of money and turns it over in foreign exchange, but they have nowhere to spend the money on a daily basis, so they just use it as welfare in these places.

After reporting the progress here, Lou Xiaoe paused again: "There is also a summary of the education situation of school-age children in the villages around Kyoto.

Apart from literacy classes, the current educational situation for school-age children in the surrounding area is not very good.

Apart from the objective factor of having to work to earn cents, there is also the problem of a lack of teachers.

According to the report from the purchasing agent sent out by our factory, the situation is fine for places close to Kyoto, but for places farther away where the roads are difficult to travel, there is only one primary school in the entire area, and there is an extreme shortage of teachers.

Some schools simply have teachers who graduated from elementary school teach elementary school.

Director, there are too many poor people in this world. If we implement this plan, the pressure on the factory will become greater and greater.

If we don’t have orders in the future, our factory won’t be able to survive.

Even if we do good things, we can't aim to bankrupt the factory.

You also know that after doing ninety-nine good things, the only thing left is to complete the last step, and this remaining step will bring more criticism than not doing it at all.

Once we take the lead in the Hope Primary School project, there will be no turning back!"

Lou Xiao'e speaks very directly.

Born into a family like the Lou family, you can always see more of the real side of society.

It is common in the world to flatter the powerful and bully the weak.

To be able to describe that kind of scene, I think one must have witnessed it with one's own eyes to be able to empathize with it.

Li Mao sniffed hard, with some nostalgia in his pupils: "There is no turning back, so don't turn back.

We are an experimental factory, and everything we do is done by trial and error.

Our factory can make money and provide benefits to the workers.

But we can’t just give out benefits all the time. I don’t know if the buyers who went down there have reported it.

Farmers have a hard life. Since the government started to support industry, their lives have become increasingly difficult.

In such a difficult situation, our machinery factory cannot enjoy the efforts of others without giving a little bit in return.

As the machinery factory grows bigger and bigger, I have no idea how long the higher-ups are willing to allow it to grow so wildly.

I have a feeling that once the machinery factory reaches a certain size, other people will inevitably get involved.

From this point of view, even if the people from the big compounds recruited by the factory work behind the scenes, they will definitely not be able to stop it.

In this great and magnificent world, I hope to establish the Hope Primary School Project as the foundation of our factory as soon as possible within the limited time.

It doesn't matter how much you can do.

What’s important is that we saw the hard work of the farmers, and we set an example to attract more city dwellers’ attention.

It doesn’t matter where we are, what matters is that we are always on the road of supporting each other.”

(End of this chapter)