The weather was getting hotter day by day. During the days when Li Jianjun was taking the college entrance examination, Li Manjun was busy moving the company.
The newly rented site is large and desolate, but fortunately it is very close to the road. They only need to build a two-hundred-meter-long cement road to allow large trucks to reach the sorting site.
The land here is relatively flat. Long Hao and Steve watched the construction team and laid the ground in three days. After letting it dry for five days, they first built the employee dormitory building with movable board houses to appease the workers.
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It was difficult for the workers to accept it at first when they learned that the sorting field was going to be moved from their doorsteps to farther outskirts. After all, it was very convenient to work outside their homes and go home when they wanted.
But now that the sorting field has been moved, if you want to go home after get off work, you have to walk three kilometers to the nearest bus station, take a half-hour bus into the main city, and then walk half a kilometer to get home. It is no longer as convenient as before.
Li Manjun knew that workers would be emotional, so she personally went to the bus company to negotiate and applied for the bus company to add a stop at the entrance of the new factory to make it easier for workers to commute to get off work.
Nowadays, Rongcheng is being developed everywhere, and a lot of support policies have been introduced. In the case of Li Manjun, as long as the factory reaches the scale, bus stations can be added.
From employees to workers, Greenman now has a total of 35 people.
Mo Yang has already left, and he has to rush back to school to make up for his thesis. Before leaving, he said that he would come back, and that he would continue to help Luman with public relations.
Excluding Mo Yang, the thirty-five people in the company have met the minimum standards, and the application for adding bus stops was quickly approved.
On the third day after passing, under Li Manjun's management, relevant personnel came to survey the new site.
Li Manjun also promised that the company will have its own dormitories and office buildings in the future. The conditions are a bit more difficult now, but she assured everyone that their choice was absolutely correct.
The workers at the sorting field finally accepted the reality of relocation. Because of the conditions given by Luman, they could not find a replacement and naturally they would not leave.
In order to take good care of her son, Wang Xiaojuan closed her shop for three days and came to the city specially to cook, wash and serve Li Jianjun.
But even so, Li Jianjun's college entrance examination situation did not improve at all. As soon as he left the examination room, his face fell.
“I haven’t written a single math application question, and I can’t finish the comprehensive paper before it’s time.”
He said a lot, but none of the subjects went well anyway, it was either this problem or that problem.
Wang Xiaojuan seemed to have given up. She was reluctant to push her child and reassured him: "It's okay. We just need to pass the physical examination to join the army. It's fine to join the army."
Li Jianjun immediately smiled, relaxed and became the happy boy again.
By the time Li Manjun finished relocating the factory, Li Jianjun had already put on his military uniform, put a big red flower on his chest, got on the tractor, and left Rongcheng with the boys who went to serve as soldiers from his hometown, watched by their relatives.
Li Manjun hurriedly hurriedly hurried, but he could only take a distant look at the military-green silhouette that was disappearing in the distance.
Wang Xiaojuan was holding the plaque of "House of Glory", as if it was only at this moment that she realized that her son was going to travel far away and would not be able to see her for at least two years. Suddenly her hands trembled and her eyes became red.
Li Manjun put her hands on her hips and sighed. The climate in Rongcheng was freezing when it was cold, and could kill people when it was hot. She had driven all the way, tired and hot, and had forgotten what the sadness of parting was.
Patting her mother on the back, she said, "Mom, you're trying to express your condolences. You're talking nonsense. I'm telling you, don't be sad and hang up the sign quickly. Aunt Wu and the others are waiting for you to go chat with her."
Wang Xiaojuan gave her a resentful look, and Li Manjun smiled flatteringly, with an innocent look on her face. She was really talking nonsense, and she didn't mean to.
Li Dawei waved to Li Manjun in the room, motioning for her to come over.
Li Manjun hurriedly escaped and curiously followed his father into their bedroom, "Mysterious, Dad, what are you going to say? Are you short of money?"
Li Manjun reached into his bag to get his wallet, "I only have 600 yuan, please take it first."
The movements are so skillful that it makes people feel distressed.
Li Dawei shook his head and returned the money. Li Manjun was even more confused, "What's wrong?"
"I'll give you something." Li Dawei signaled her to wait, turned around, walked to the closet, opened the closet, and took something out.
Li Manjun turned on the light in the room and discovered that her father was holding an incense burner in his arms, which was the size of an adult's hand. It was clean and had a brown-black metal background.
Li Manjun could tell at a glance that this incense burner had been used for no less than sixty years.
"I know you like these things. Your mother and I went to your grandma's house and bought them from the master in the temple. You can see if you like them."
As a father, he always expresses himself so implicitly. He obviously wants to give me a replacement birthday gift, but he doesn't say anything.
He didn't say anything, and Li Manjun didn't have the ability to read minds, so naturally he couldn't understand why his father suddenly gave him something.
But she felt her parents' thoughts and was still very happy.
Even though this incense burner did not meet the standards of antiques, she took it home and put it on the antique shelf in the study room to treasure it.
Niannian likes all small things like her. This small incense burner, Niannian acquiesces that it is hers, and says to her mother: "Take it, it's from Niannian."
Li Manjun wanted to see what her daughter would do with it, so she handed the incense burner to him and followed her with a smile to see what she was going to do.
Carrying a mini incense burner of the same style as hers, Nian Nian easily came to the bathroom, stepped on her small stool, placed the incense burner on the sink, reached out to turn on the faucet, filled the incense burner with water, and hugged it again.
Go to the balcony.
Then, she threw in the buns, dumplings, and eggplants that she had made with plasticine and cooked them!
Li Manjun's eyes twitched, ah, this is so appropriate.
Asking Sister Zhou to keep an eye on her daughter to make sure she doesn't accidentally eat the plasticine. After receiving Sister Zhou's response, Li Manjun returned to the bedroom. Taking advantage of the fact that he had less things to do and went home early today, he opened You Xiang's notebook and made up for missed lessons.
The final exam is coming soon, and she has been busy with the relocation of the factory during this period. So far, she has just barely moved there. There are still so many things to arrange in the future, and she has no time to go to school.
The school teacher saw that she had not been in class for too long, so she called her home directly to ask what was going on.
In fact, Li Manjun could hear that when she answered the phone, the teacher on the other side of the phone was obviously relieved.
So she reasonably guessed that because she hadn't gone to class for too long, the school suspected that she was dead.
Fortunately, there is still a classmate like You Xiang who attends classes on time. Otherwise, Li Manjun, who has two lifetimes of memory, would not be able to guarantee that he would not fail this semester.
When Zhao Yong came home in the evening, he saw Li Manjun's improvised operation. He sighed twice, silently closed the door for her, took his daughter to play house on the balcony, and told her not to disturb her mother's study.
Niannian nodded obediently and picked up the pinyin table by himself, "I will also learn it every year."
Zhao Yong touched his daughter's little head and said, "Okay, let's study together."
