Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 2021 Helping People Is a Joyful Thing
Now that we have a LAN, do you want Qin Guanghui to develop a few small online games?
Too complex to develop, develop a mahjong chess...

If these guys are developed to play mahjong and poker online every day, then there is no need to do anything else.

But that's also the development, so it's necessary for installation.

Wan Feng described the development prospects of this chat software to Xu Meilin. This software should be able to post expressions, transfer files, and in the future, it will also be able to play videos, play movies, and take photos.

After all, the software developed by Xu Meilin can also chat for a day.

Xu Meilin was dumbfounded, she didn't know that such a small thing that Wan Feng asked her to tinker with had such a wonderful prospect.

That is to say, from this day on, there is a cute little panda icon on the desktop of every sold Huaguang computer and Lixiang computer.

But every user who bought a computer didn't know what the little panda was for. It wasn't until a few years later when the Internet was opened that people knew what the little panda was for.

When Wan Feng got off work, he was worried about whether Zhang Xuan would go tonight. To avoid suspicion, she hadn't come to Wan Feng's house for more than a week.

When he got home, Wan Feng saw only his mother was lighting a fire in front of the stove in the kitchen.

"Mom! Where's Luan Feng?"

"Teaching your son how to read upstairs!"

"Literacy? Playing the piano randomly."

A certain woman didn't know that the string in her head was misplaced again, but she taught her son how to read at home in a serious manner.

The little guy had a miserable face and looked like he was in pain. He wanted to cheer when he saw Wan Feng came back, but he still looked at his wife very worriedly.

Did not dare to take the opportunity to escape.

"You still teach your son without graduating from middle school?" Wan Feng unceremoniously discouraged Luan Feng's enthusiasm.

"It's just that I can't study well, so my son can't study well." Luan Feng was confident.

"Why did you not study well at the beginning?"

"Didn't I finish reading!"

"Why didn't you finish reading? Your family can't open the pot? Or did your parents force you to go to the team to earn work points? None of them, so why didn't you finish reading?"

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Luan Feng began to talk about him from left to right.

Wan Chongyang secretly got out of bed and prepared to escape.

As long as you escape to the first floor and escape to grandpa, everything will be fine.

But going down the stairs is a problem, he dare not go down the stairs.

"Come on! Son, don't listen to your mother's nonsense, we haven't gone to school yet, wait three or four years before we go to school."

A child who will only be two years old in September does not have complete memory. The book you let him read, we are little monsters, not little prodigy, okay?

If you have the skills to teach him how to read, it is better to teach him to place blocks.

It was already May, the weather was getting warmer, and Wan Chongyang's clothes were getting thinner. Being hugged by Wan Feng was extremely joyful, and his little hands naturally ran towards Lao Tzu's ears.

"Pull my ears and spank my butt again!" Wan Feng pretended to threaten.

Wan Chongyang chuckled and repeated Wan Feng's words: "Spanking!"

"Whose ass to spank?"

Wan Chongyang fell silent, looking at Wan Feng and at his mother following behind.

Obviously, these two people can't spank for the time being. If you spank your mother's ass, nine times out of ten you will get spanked.

"Spanking grandpa."

This rebellious thing, if you don't talk about spanking your own ass, it's fine, but you actually want to hit grandpa, this must be spanked.

Wan Feng stretched out his hand to pat his son's buttocks, which actually made the child laugh.

When I got downstairs, my mother had already cooked dinner.

"No wonder you ran upstairs to teach your son how to read. It turns out that you are too lazy to cook and let your mother do it."

"Don't talk nonsense, Feng'er only went up when she was done."

Wan Feng had nothing to say.

Dinner is very ordinary, the staple food is steamed buns and rice, two dishes, one stir-fried meat with green peppers and one stewed fish.

Wan Chongyang was fed by his grandma, and he ate the rice with fish with great relish.

After dinner, Wan Feng went out with the child in his arms and walked down to Wang Chunjiang's gas pump factory.

The workers had already left work, and the air pump factory was extremely quiet because the machines stopped.

Wang Chunjiang and his brother-in-law were squatting and chatting at the intersection connecting the cement road outside the gate of the gas pump factory.

Seeing Wan Feng coming with the baby in his arms, Wang Chunjiang stood up and stretched out his hands: "Come, uncle, give me a hug."

Wan Chongyang turned his face away and hugged Wan Feng's neck tightly, giving Wang Chunjiang a backbone.

"This little guy has a tough temper."

Wan Feng sat down on a stone by the roadside and put Wan Chongyang between his legs.

"How many people came from the auto parts factory?"

The Hongya Auto Parts Factory is still in disrepair, and all staff have been laid off.

Many enterprises in this batch of Hongya have almost closed down, and the number of laid-off workers is estimated to be nearly [-].

Probably the only business unit that has not been closed is the diesel engine and the steel mill. Even the fertilizer plant that was built almost at the same time as the steel mill was half dead.

Wan Feng still doesn't understand why these companies have closed their doors in the past two years, and some companies are not unable to survive.

Fortunately, there are Heijiao Development Zone and Jiangwei Industrial Zone in Hongya. These laid-off workers are more or less skilled, and many of them have been taken in by these enterprises.

This is a fortune in misfortune.

These laid-off people at least have a bowl of food to eat.

Wang Chunjiang immediately took all the laid-off workers from the auto parts factory into his small factory, and it has been more than a month since they took over.

"There are more than 110 in total. Except for those who were mischievous and did not work hard before, I picked up the rest. If you are laid off and have no work, you can all ride three wheels on the street."

Riding three wheels used to be a scene in Hongya, because the city of Hongya is small and there are no buses or taxis, these human three wheels have become the main force of urban circulation.

About half of the workers who were laid off in the past two years in the previous life started this kind of work.

It costs one yuan to pull a person no matter where the destination is, and you can get fifteen or sixteen yuan a day.

"Did you also pick up the equipment from the original factory?"

Wang Chunjiang shook his head: "No, I really don't like those broken beds, they are too old and too backward. I took over all the air pumps from the parts factory, and these people from the auto parts factory are doing it now. For those pumps in the past, they were very happy when they were paid in the first month, not to mention that they generally paid 300 to [-] yuan more."

The monthly salary of ordinary workers of Jiangwei's generation is between [-] and [-].

The original salary of the parts factory was two to three hundred yuan, which was naturally not as high as Jiangwei's salary here.

Judging from Wang Chunjiang's expression, he also seemed very happy.

It is a joy to help others after all.

Except for some people who live in Beishan who live here, even people who live in Hongya City commute by bicycle in summer.

These workers from the auto parts factory are familiar with the products. As long as they adapt to the equipment in Wang Chunjiang's factory, the production of the original products is seamless, and there is no learning period.

(End of this chapter)