In the eyes of future generations, the agreement signed between Chang Jinzhong and Lin Nianhe was really a stupid move.
But at the moment, almost everyone felt that Lin Nianhe had suffered a big loss.
Rong Zhiguo frowned and finished a cigarette. He reached out and pressed Lin Nianhe's head and rubbed it: "It's okay, Master will feed you."
Lin Nianhe: "...?"
Rong Zhiguo held the matchbox, was silent for a moment, and then said: "Don't burn the matchbox. You study hard... Your hands will get soaked if they are stained. You are still young and it is not time to worry about life."
Lin Nianhe: "...?"
Her master seemed to have misunderstood something.
Rong Zhiguo did misunderstand, and more than a misunderstanding, a not-so-good memory was eroding him.
That was when he was fourteen years old. His eldest sister encountered numerous obstacles when begging his grandfather to tell his grandmother, so she sent him to an old fitter's shop as an apprentice.
There is no salary as an apprentice, and you have to give gifts to your master during holidays. He didn't want to do it anymore. He wanted to sell newspapers or sell cigarettes. As long as he could make money, he could do anything.
After he told his eldest sister, she broke a wicker stick at the door of their house and whipped him all afternoon, threatening to beat him to death if he dared not learn the trade.
He has been stubborn since he was a child and refused to learn the craft even after three wicker sticks were broken.
Later, the eldest sister cried, and she cried even harder than him who was beaten.
The eldest sister said, you can’t just sell cigarettes for the rest of your life, right? After these two years, I won’t have to worry about learning a craft anywhere.
The eldest sister said, the family is rich, and I can afford to support you. You study hard, and I am still waiting for you to support your sister and let her live a good life...
Later, his house was filled with the smell of paste and rough matchboxes day and night.
The paste is made from water and flour. If your hands are soaked for a long time, they will turn white and wrinkled. If the rough paper shell is rubbed back and forth, your fingers will soon become red and swollen. This kind of skin is extremely fragile. If you use a little more force, a layer of skin will be rubbed off.
A layer of skin is worn away during the day, grows back at night, and is worn away again the next day.
In Rong Zhiguo's memory, the eldest sister's hands were always red and swollen.
But she didn't feel at all that those matchboxes were knives that tortured her. She was always laughing, counting the matchboxes, thinking that she could cut two taels of meat to make dumplings this month.
In the end, Rong Zhiguo failed to let his eldest sister live a good life.
She died on the day he left the army.
He didn't have time to use his wages to buy a red-headed rope for his eldest sister.
…
Rong Zhiguo stood at the connection between the carriages, his face chilled by the wind that leaked in.
He wiped it casually with water on his face.
"Master."
Lin Nianhe handed him a handkerchief.
Rong Zhiguo was out of his embarrassment. He cleared his throat in embarrassment and turned away from taking the silk.
Lin Nianhe folded the handkerchief and said, "You misunderstood, I didn't paste matchboxes for wages... The Heilongjiang Match Factory built a branch factory in our production team, and the team leader organized everyone to learn how to paste matchboxes, so I paste it. A few to coax you."
Rong Zhiguo's breath froze.
Did he misunderstand?
He stared at Lin Nianhe, but he didn't complain at all.
It's good to have a misunderstanding, it's good to have a misunderstanding.
He breathed a sigh of relief, tapped Lin Nianhe's forehead with his fingers, and said in a low voice, "Well, as long as you don't need money."
Lin Nianhe didn't get scolded, he was a little uncomfortable.
Lin Nianhe didn't get scolded, he was a little uncomfortable.
Especially when she saw Rong Zhiguo's complicated expression, her heart was even more agitated.
"Master..."
"Shout, shout, shout. Day by day, I know how to open my mouth and call 'Master'. If you have nothing to do, just find a cool place to squat by yourself. Don't be an eyesore here!"
"okay."
…
Day and night change, and the weather gets hotter.
In Suicheng in April, the temperature has exceeded 20 degrees.
Because of the Spring Festival, supplies from across the country were in short supply in Suicheng, and there were many times more people and cars on the streets than usual.
"Yao'er, how did you get on the train with so much luggage!"
Minister Huang wiped his sweat and looked at Lin Nianhe and others with admiration in their eyes.
Eighteen large boxes and two small carry-on boxes. How did they get them?
"Uncle Huang, please make a trip yourself." Lin Nianhe said with a smile, but his eyes unconsciously fell behind Minister Huang.
I didn’t see her Ms. Zirui.
"Don't wait and see. Your mother is very busy and doesn't have time to come over." Minister Huang said, "I will take you to a hotel to stay. You have to study in the evening."
Lin Nianhe became more energetic when he mentioned the hotel: "Uncle Huang, what I reported to you before..."
"Don't worry, it's all done."
Minister Huang came with three cars, two cars and a van. Such a well-arranged event does not attract much attention at the moment. Many factories have sent staff in advance to arrange travel issues. There are always many cars in front of the train station.
Lin Nianhe repeatedly emphasized two things when he had a phone call with Minister Huang to report on his work:
1. Their luggage will be a lot, much, much more than they can imagine;
Second, they have to stay in a foreign-related hotel, which is related to the final transaction volume of the first flower.
The first thing was taken care of, the van was loaded with all the boxes. The second thing...
"Hey dear mother, how did you build such a tall building? Even ghosts living in it can't float in, right?"
Looking at the twenty-seven-story high-rise building in front of her, Sister Lan was so surprised that her native dialect came out.
Niu Wa also had a dull look on his face. He raised his head and looked at the tall buildings reaching into the sky in front of him, his eyes a little confused.
It turns out that the outside world has dozens of buildings, many cars, and so many things that he has never seen before.
Wang Xiao and Wang Shumei were also particularly shocked. They saw this tall building from a distance, but they never expected that they could live in it.
"Okay, before you get shocked when you enter the room, just calm down first."
Lin Nianhe reminded them in a low voice.
Several people swallowed in unison, and their steps were particularly stiff when they stepped out.
Minister Huang made careful arrangements and the check-in procedures were completed quickly. Minister Huang gave them the keys and reminded them: "Most of the people living here are foreigners. Don't go to other floors except the restaurant. If you need anything, just hang up." Call for someone to come.”
"good."
Their room was on the twentieth floor. When they took the elevator, the four of them subconsciously pressed against the elevator wall, blinking nervously.
Minister Huang said with a smile: "Just go back and sit on it a few more times. Don't worry, this elevator is very comfortable."
Minister Huang's approachability made Wang Xiao feel relieved. He pinched his palm and asked Lin Nianhe: "Xiao Lin, is it really possible for us to live here? Isn't this... bad?"
Minister Huang first said "Don't worry" to Wang Xiao, then turned to look at Lin Nianhe: "Yao'er, why do you want to live here?"
On the phone before, Lin Nianhe said that it was about the sales of Guantouhua. Minister Huang was so busy that he didn't ask in detail. He thought that the staff of the Ministry of Foreign Trade also lived here, so it wouldn't be a violation to let Lin Nianhe and the others live here, so he Arranged directly.
Now that we have met, we naturally have to ask clearly.
