Chang Jinzhong arrived at the machinery factory at 6:30 this morning. He tossed and turned last night and stayed up all night. His mind was filled with that gadget that was less than half a meter tall.
For a moment, he felt that there would be no problem with Lao Rongzi's action, but for a moment, he felt that the thing looked unreliable. Corn was not rice or wheat. How could it be so easy to thresh with a machine?
So, he came to the machinery factory early in the morning and waited anxiously.
There is also some sadness in it - why can't the cafeteria prepare some corn on the cob? Otherwise, he would have known the result last night!
Chang Jinzhong was wandering around the factory, feeling anxious. He didn't like anything he saw. He wanted to find fault but felt that he was being ignored, so he swallowed everything back and held it all in.
He wandered around for more than half an hour before he saw Rong Zhiguo smoking a cigarette and riding a bicycle, leisurely going to the workshop.
"Old Rongzi!"
Chang Jinzhong seemed to have found his backbone, and he rushed over and held down Rong Zhiguo's bicycle faucet.
Rong Zhiguo glanced at him impatiently: "What's the matter? What's the matter?"
"Alas!" Chang Jinzhong sighed, then frowned and asked him, "Old Rongzi, do you think that thresher can work?"
Rong Zhiguo blew out smoke at him contemptuously and said confidently: "Which one of my jobs has ever gone wrong?"
"That's what I said, but, but..." Chang Jinzhong frowned even more, and he simply said directly, "I thought about it all night last night. You said that Xiao Lin is a girl from the compound, and she is the same as us. The difference is, if she has to get this thresher, the pressure on our side will be too great!"
Rong Zhiguo rolled his eyelids: "Promise."
"Don't worry about whether I have any future or not, just tell me what to do about this matter!" Chang Jinzhong pressed his faucet without letting go, regretting it terribly, "I should have found an excuse to push the matter away yesterday. Aren’t you looking for trouble yourself to suffer..."
Rong Zhiguo reached out and slapped Chang Jinzhong's hand away. He pedaled hard, bypassed Chang Jinzhong and continued riding to the workshop.
Chang Jinzhong came to his senses and trotted to keep up: "Old Rongzi, don't leave in a hurry, let's study what to do..."
"What's there to study?" Rong Zhiguo squinted at him, "Don't study things in the workshop. Go back and study where your factory director should go if he can't continue his job."
Chang Jin felt as if he was struck by lightning and froze in place.
Rong Zhiguo ignored him and walked away.
Chang Jinzhong looked at his back and opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.
After a while, a wry smile appeared on his lips.
What about worrying about the experimental results of the threshing machine... He worried all night, wasn't he thinking about how to protect himself from being implicated if he couldn't complete the task?
He was a little dazed and couldn't figure out when he became so timid and afraid of taking risks and responsibilities.
Did you become like this after becoming the factory director? No, it was earlier than that. From the moment he was promoted from a small fitter to a workshop director, he was deathly afraid that something wrong would happen to him.
What did he do at that time? Because he was afraid of production problems, he arrived at the workshop an hour early every morning and checked everything before starting work. He was the last one to leave at night and turned off the last light with his own hands before leaving.
The leader praised him for being serious and responsible in his work, and he was promoted along the way.
None of them knew that he was just afraid of any problems in the workshop. He was afraid of risks and even more afraid of responsibility.
In fact, when Minister Huang called him yesterday, he deliberately made things difficult for Lin Nianhe and asked her to rush to the machinery factory within an hour. Could it be because he wanted to get out of trouble and didn't want to take responsibility and risks.
It's just... that drawing was so good that he forgot that he was the director of the factory the moment he saw it. He seemed to be back in his twenties, when he was still fearless. When I was a young fitter.
Chang Jinzhong stood there, grinning, looking at Rong Zhiguo's back with a smile that was uglier than crying.
"It's so easy to say...how can you let it go so easily?"
Chang Jinzhong stood there, feeling like he was back more than 20 years ago in a daze. At that time, he and Rong Zhiguo didn't have bicycles yet, and they had to commute to work on their legs every day. They always had endless work to do. Complaining about this annoying job... But at that time, he was very happy. If anything happened, his master would take care of him. Although they were scolded, they were not afraid of anything.
Now no one is scolding him, and no one is trying to make things right for him.
he……
"Uncle Chang, have you eaten?"
A crisp female voice sounded behind him. Chang Jin felt like he was waking up from a dream. When he turned around, he saw Su Yuncheng and Lin Nianhe.
Lin Nianhe still held a small bag of sesame candy in her hand. She stretched out the paper bag in her hand towards him and said with a smile: "Uncle Chang, have a piece of candy."
Chang Jinzhong didn't know what he was thinking, but he actually reached out and took a small piece of sesame candy and put it in his mouth.
“One of my students said that if you eat something sweet, you won’t feel bad.”
Chang Jinzhong's whole body trembled, and he subconsciously touched his face, which was cold and moist.
His old face turned red, and he explained awkwardly: "I am getting older, and I shed tears when the wind blows."
Lin Nianhe followed his words and asked with concern: "Then you must remember to use more eye drops, which can relieve the pain."
"well……"
The fragrance of sesame and the sweetness of sugar mixed in the mouth, it was very similar to the sesame candies they used to collect their candy coupons for half a year. It was also a similar pack. Several young men came back to share the food, and some were poor and generous. I was so greedy that I even gave it to the girls in the factory...
He hasn't eaten sesame candy in almost twenty years.
Chewing sweets with great energy, I suddenly missed those careless days.
Of course Lin Nianhe didn't know what he was remembering, but she caught a glimpse of the back of her new master.
Therefore, Uncle Chang might have been attacked indiscriminately by his master.
Comrade Xiao Lin had the consciousness that a disciple should make things easy for his master. She gave Chang Jinzhong the remaining half packet of sesame candy and said, "Uncle Chang, you must not have eaten when you came to the factory so early. Eat two sugar cushions first to avoid hypoglycemia."
Chang Jinzhong held the paper bag and was not in a hurry to ask Lin Nianhe the result.
He is not in a hurry, but Lin Nianhe is.
She didn't have much time to stay in the capital, so she had to finish this matter as soon as possible and pave the way for the future.
So she directly told Chang Jinzhong the results: "Uncle Chang, we did an experiment after we went back last night and successfully threshed the seeds."
Chang Jinzhong: "Ah...ah?"
His eyes suddenly widened and he looked at Lin Nianhe in disbelief, completely unable to believe his ears.
Lin Nianhe nodded affirmatively: "We brought some corn cobs, you can try it yourself."
Chang Jinzhong: "...!"
He had been worried all night and depressed all morning, but the result was so good?
He looked at Lin Nianhe blankly, his smile getting thicker.
It turns out that responsibility is not so scary after all.
(End of chapter)
