Su's father's resentment could not reach Lan County. After making these two phone calls, Lin Nianhe took his things and went out.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw Wang Xiao looking at her eagerly.
Lin Nianhe: "The provincial military district has agreed to accept our head flowers. I have also taken care of the capital. Uncle Wang, we must strictly control the quality and start production as soon as possible."
Wang Xiao rubbed his hands and asked expectantly: "Xiao Lin, can the salary be..."
Lin Nianhe: "No."
Wang Xiaojie: "..."
He felt his heart bleeding.
"Buying too expensive a product hurts the people; buying too cheap hurts the farmers. If the people are hurt, they will be scattered, and if the farmers are hurt, the country will be poor. Uncle Wang, the principle of doing business is similar to farming. If the price is too high, no one will buy it, and if the wages are low, the workers will be destitute. The enthusiasm for production is reduced. Think about it, if workers are dissatisfied with their wages and cut corners, wouldn't it be the reputation of the textile factory that will be ruined in the end?"
"Besides, the wages are too low, who is willing to light a lamp and boil oil to work for you. By then, it will be useless even if our hair is the most beautiful in the world - the production cannot keep up, and there are no goods, what will you sell? ?”
Wang Xiao gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and finally stamped his feet. Then he said with tears in his eyes, "Okay! Just a dime!"
It looked like he had eaten twenty kilograms of flesh.
"Hey, Uncle Wang, if you think about it this way, aren't we just adding something to the fellow villagers? Nothing is as important as the people living a good life, right?"
"right!"
"Then I'm leaving. I have to go to class in the afternoon."
"Okay, it's snowing and the road is slippery. Xiaolin, please ride slowly and pay attention to safety. If you have nothing to do, come to my uncle's place to play for a while and have dinner at home..."
Wang Xiaojie sent Lin Nianhe all the way to the gate.
Su Yuncheng had already received the glass and was waiting at the door.
The glass was wrapped in paper and tied to the back of his bicycle, with a large roll of clear plastic sheeting on top. There are two net pockets hanging on the handlebars. One contains two lunch boxes, and the other contains a pocket of oranges.
The snow fell harder, and his shoulders turned white.
Su Yuncheng saw Lin Nianhe pulling off the scarf, so he stepped forward and tugged the scarf for her, saying, "I went to a state-owned restaurant and bought braised pork and chicken stewed with mushrooms. Don't cook tonight."
"Okay." Lin Nianhe smiled and nodded, "Let's go back."
"Yeah. Did things go smoothly?"
"It went pretty smoothly."
"That's good."
On the way, Su Yuncheng had nothing to say, so he talked to Lin Nianhe about cutting firewood in the past two days.
The Shili Brigade's hoarding of firewood needed in winter is a collective effort, because without firewood in winter, you will really freeze to death, and some families have heavy burdens and few laborers, so they will freeze no matter what if they only rely on themselves. So Li Dahe asked everyone to work together, and then distributed the firewood reasonably.
This kind of distribution method is bound to make some people suffer. In order to prevent those who work too much from being dissatisfied, they also specially formulated a corresponding work point measurement method.
Firewood must be distributed evenly, but the work points are real.
As a result, no one in the Shili Brigade had enough firewood to freeze to death in winter.
Su Yuncheng said that when going up the mountain, men chop trees, women chop firewood, and those with less strength gather branches. Everyone has work to do.
Lin Nianhe heard what he said was lively, but he was a little regretful that he couldn't go with him.
Although she can't do much work, it doesn't stop her from joining in the fun.
The two of them returned to the Shili Brigade talking and laughing, and met the villagers returning from cutting firewood.
The villagers were so busy that their shouts were so intertwined that they couldn't be heard clearly when they were far away.
Su Yuncheng caught a glimpse of Lin Nianhe's eyes full of yearning, and pressed her head and rubbed it: "If you want to join in the fun, go back and put on your coat first. Don't freeze."
"good!"
Lin Nianhe agreed and turned into the educated youth spot as soon as he stepped on the pedal.
There was some excitement in the front yard. It turned out that Yu Xiangqin slipped and sprained her foot while going down the mountain.
She was obviously walking with a slight limp at the moment, but she didn't take it seriously and was holding a broom to sweep away the snow.
"Sister Xiangqin, wait a moment, I'll go back and get you some medicinal wine." Lin Nianhe said while pushing the bicycle.
"No, why are you wasting that good thing?" Yu Xiangqin was a master who didn't even feel sorry for herself, casually shaking her injured leg, "I'm fine, this won't delay the walk."
Lin Nianhe didn't listen to her and brought the medicinal wine over and handed it directly to Wang Xue. Wang Xue had the best way to deal with Yu Xiangqin, so no one else needed to worry about it.
Lin Nianhe went back to the house and dug out the military coat that Lin's mother had sent her. It was thick and heavy, with a fur collar, and looked warm.
She put on her cotton jacket and trousers, and looked at the military coat and her red scarf beside her in deep thought.
She instinctively wanted to resist this color scheme.
"Dong dong dong."
There was a knock on the door.
"Nianhe, have you changed your clothes?"
Su Yuncheng's voice reached Lin Nianhe's ears.
Lin Nianhe didn't hesitate anymore. He responded quickly and quickly put on his military coat and hung a red scarf around his neck.
She ran to open the door while silently reciting "as the Romans do as the Romans do" in her mind.
Su Yuncheng saw that she was wearing cotton clothes honestly, and then nodded. He raised a roll of plastic sheeting and cardboard in his hand and said, "I'll paper the windows for you."
"ah?"
Lin Nianhe's eyes were filled with confusion.
This operation was beyond her knowledge.
Su Yuncheng explained: "If you don't paper the windows, the wind will leak in winter and it will be too cold."
As he said this, he motioned to Lin Nianhe to let him into the house.
Lin Nianhe stood by the door without moving, holding the door frame firmly with his two small hands.
To paper the windows, she would have to move her desk. There was a battery hidden in the cabinet of her desk, and a power strip was stuck behind the desk!
Can't move, can't move, absolutely can't move!
Su Yuncheng was confused: "What's wrong?"
"I, I..." Lin Nianhe blinked, his voice as low as a mosquito, "I just finished changing my clothes and haven't put them away yet... Just wait a moment!"
After saying that, she pushed Su Yuncheng out and closed the door.
Outside the door, Su Yuncheng was stunned for a moment and his face turned red.
Lin Nianhe locked the door, ran back and put everything that shouldn't be there back into the space, checked it carefully one last time, and then opened the door again.
She was so busy that her cheeks were red. In Su Yuncheng's eyes, this look proved that she was really shy just now.
He cleared his throat and said, "So, am I going in?"
"Yeah, come on in." Lin Nianhe stepped aside.
Su Yuncheng moved her desk away to make room to cut the paper shell into thin strips to fix the plastic sheet, and then nailed it tightly against the window frame with iron nails.
"I just asked you why you bought so much plastic sheeting just now. It turned out that you still had to block the windows." Lin Nianhe said without any words.
In fact, she didn't feel too cold. She would take out the heater every night when she returned to the house. The house was small and it could reach 20 degrees in less than fifteen minutes.
"I asked someone to buy more and gave the surplus to your friends." Su Yuncheng explained.
Lin Nianhe was startled and smiled: "Brother Yun Cheng, thank you."
He could always consider everything for her, including small things like human relations and sophistication.
Su Yuncheng smiled and didn't answer. The hammer in his hand was steady and accurate, and he neatly covered the window with a layer of plastic sheeting.
After the two windows in the inner room were finished, he said, "You go to class, the outside still needs to be coated with another layer."
"One layer is not enough?" Lin Nianhe was surprised.
Su Yuncheng explained: "Paste the inside and outside to make it stronger and warmer."
"All right."
Lin Nianhe has always adhered to the code of conduct of "less interference and no direction" when it comes to things she doesn't understand. After hearing this, she packed her things, put on her scarf again and went out.
The snow has not stopped, and the drying field is very lively. They are chopping firewood and shouting about competitions.
"...Come on, come on, I've been chopping firewood ever since I was a kid, and I've never had to obey anyone! I may not be able to compete with you with a sickle, but when it comes to playing with an axe, you're no match for ten!"
This village tyrant's voice was full of flavor. You knew it must be Zhao Zhuangshi without even looking.
