Both Goat and Sulley and Ancient Tree's 'Black Gold' have caused great shock at the management level.
The recruitment of female workers in textile factories and the recruitment of workers for 'black gold' are in full swing.
The first batch of selected outstanding talents successfully moved into Chengdong.
But the good thing is that each room is equipped with an earthen kang.
As an outstanding publicist with outstanding contributions, Zhang Hu successfully moved into the small courtyard in the east of the city.
And today they are preparing to move into a house they never dreamed of before.
Not to mention that this courtyard is in the city, just the gate of the courtyard is shiny.
When Zhang Hu held things and held the child, Chunhua supported her mother, and the daughter pushed the door in, she was stunned by the scene in the small courtyard.
The yard is clean and tidy, even the tiles are new. The most surprising thing is that the walls of the house seem to be painted with something, smooth and flat, which makes Chunhua marvel.
Zhang Hu's face was rosy and he said excitedly: "I heard from the old village chief that every courtyard of ours has a kang!"
"What is that?" Zhang Hu's mother asked curiously, her illness already welling up, her face turning red, and her speech gaining strength.
"Mom, the kang is a sleeping platform made of bricks, slabs, etc. There is a hole below, connected to the chimney, mats are spread on top, and there are holes below that are connected to the chimney and the stove, and the bed can be heated by a fire." Chunhua said. Aunt Zhang didn't quite understand the big string, "The daughter of a scholar is educated, Huzi, I didn't quite understand. Please explain it to me."
Zhang Hu put down the things in his hands, held the child in one hand, and scratched his head with the other hand. He thought for a while, "Mom, even if the heat from your fire and cooking flows under your bed, it will be very warm even in cold weather."
"Then, how much fire will be burned and how much wood will be chopped?" Aunt Zhang understood, but she became worried again.
"It won't cost much, mother. I went to the old village... the steward's place to learn the popularization class. It won't cost much firewood to burn this thing." Chunhua said with relief, "The house on the east side is yours, the sun is the best, you Take Mu En and Mu You to stay on the kang, and I will burn the kang and cook for you, and you will be warm in a while."
Aunt Zhang swallowed, nodded, hugged her little granddaughter, and led her tremblingly into the east house. She murmured: "I can live in the house without freezing to death, thanks to the city lord." ah."
Pushing the door to the east, the neatness inside made Aunt Zhang burst into tears.
Zhang Muyou raised his head and asked in confusion: "Grandma, why are you crying?"
Aunt Zhang put her granddaughter on the kang, touched it again and again, and then wiped her tears with her sleeves, "Muyou, grandma is happy. With this house, we have survived this winter. You He Muen will not freeze to death."
Zhang Muyou sniffed and said loudly: "Grandma, don't worry. Everyone says that we are the children of City Lord Mu Zi and Xiao Biyou. We are all born with luck. I will definitely work harder in the future to work for the Lord of the City just like my father." ! Make a contribution!”
Aunt Zhang touched Zhang Muyou's head and said, "Yes, you are worthy of repaying your kindness. It is worthy of our Zhang family. I spent this time studying, and it was not in vain."
Aunt Zhang brought her bedding in from the outside and spread it quickly on the kang. After all, she had just recovered from a serious illness. After working for a while, she was so tired that she sat on the kang to pant. But as she sat there, she felt that the kang was getting hot. .
Aunt Zhang got into the bed and placed Mu Enmuyou under the quilt. Her thin quilt was more effective than before, covering the heat. Suddenly, Aunt Zhang felt warm all over.
Zhang Muen, who was still in his infancy, was already thin and small. He had suffered from cold syndrome a while ago. If it hadn't been for the rice soup, he might not have survived. At this time, the little child finally fell asleep in this warm bed. After a good sleep, the little hands that had been clenched were relaxed comfortably.
"Grandma, it's so warm." Zhang Muyou's voice became smaller and smaller, and he fell asleep after a while.
Aunt Zhang, who had been sick, hungry and worried for so long, finally relaxed on the warm kang. She seemed to be in a fairyland, struggling with her mind to help her son and wife, but her body could no longer move and fell into a deep sleep.
