This gift Wang Erwa gave to Yang Jun is not an inexpensive gift.
Not to mention whether this ginseng is eight hundred years old, it can be said to be very valuable since it saved his mother's life.
And Wang Erwa's friendship for him has long gone beyond comradeship and brotherhood, and is even closer than real brothers.
Yang Jun cherishes this friendship very much.
A gentleman does not take away from others what he likes. If he borrows this 800-year-old ginseng for a day, he will still have to return it to him after that.
Although he doesn't understand medicine, he knows how precious 800-year-old ginseng is.
Today is Saturday, which is the thirteenth day of August in the lunar calendar.
It was not long before the pork trading time agreed at noon. As soon as Yang Jun arrived at the factory, he immediately asked the driver class to get ready.
Finished eating at noon.
Yang Jun deliberately set off from the factory half an hour late in order to leave enough time for Big Stone.
After arriving at the warehouse, I saw Shitou already waiting there.
"Stone, how about it?"
As soon as he got off the car, Yang Jun pulled him aside and asked.
"Don't worry, Uncle Yang, everything is fine. Ten thousand kilograms of meat is just a lot more."
"That's good. I'll go have a cigarette nearby. Call me if you need anything."
"Okay, Uncle Yang."
Also coming with him were Qian Kun, the newly appointed chief of the Finance Department, and two colleagues from the Finance Department.
Ever since Hua Haitian committed a crime, the burden of the Finance Department has fallen on his head.
Qian Kun, who is in his fifties, has worked in the steel rolling mill all his life. Although his ability is not outstanding, he is more honest and prudent, so the factory let him take this position.
"Xiao Wang, you have to keep good records. You must not miss out on anything. Do you understand?"
Qian Kun ordered Xiao Wangdao to follow him.
"Xiao Li, don't be idle. Help Xiao Wang keep an eye on it."
Qian Kun was busy and told the workers to be careful.
Looking at Qian Kun's busy figure, Yang Jun shook his head.
There is no problem with Qian Kun's work attitude, but sometimes he is too wordy and finds it difficult to take on big responsibilities. If he had left Hua Haitian in the past, he wouldn't have done everything personally, and his way of doing things was neat and tidy, which could even be described as bold.
"Stone, come here."
Seeing Shitou looking at him, Yang Jun waved him over.
The two came to a deserted place outside the warehouse and squatted on the ground.
Yang Jun lit a cigarette, glanced at Shitou squatting next to him, and then took another one for him.
"Uncle Yang, I don't smoke."
Shi Shi waved his hand and pushed the cigarette back.
"It's good not to smoke. At least my wife won't dislike it."
Yang Jun put the cigarette between his ears and complained with emotion.
"Uncle Yang, Auntie doesn't like the smell of cigarettes?"
Shitou said with a smile, the expression on his face was teasing.
Yang Jun gave him a slap on the head and said angrily,
"What are you thinking about when you are young? Make more money while you are young and marry a good wife in the future."
"I'm only sixteen years old. I'm still young. I don't have to worry."
Shitou touched his head and smiled.
"When you have nothing to do, go to the countryside more often. Don't stay at home all day."
When Yang Jun thought about it, he could always find him every time he went to his house.
If people saw that he stayed at home every day and could get so many ingredients, it would be strange not to doubt him.
"Uncle Yang, you have wronged me. If I don't run to the countryside, I wake up earlier than a chicken and go to bed later than a dog. It's easy for me."
Shitou looked complaining.
Yang Jun rolled his eyes and said, "Don't be poor, kid. It won't hurt to go to the countryside more. The rations for workers are not enough now, so you still need to get more food."
"I know, Uncle Yang."
After Yang Jun finished speaking, he stopped talking and never mentioned the ingredients again.
He believed that Shi Shi was a smart man and would try his best to hide his secrets even without his explanation.
It took about half an hour to pass the scale.
Qian Kun ran over and squatted in front of Yang Jun with a list in his hand.
"Director, this time there are a total of 300 ducks, 250 chickens, 15 pigs, and 50 sheep..."
"The total of these is eleven thousand two hundred kilograms."
Yang Jun took the order and took a look at it: "Give the remaining money to others as soon as possible. After all, this money was also advanced by others."
"Yes, factory director, I will settle the account immediately after I get back."
Qian Kun took the list, put it in his carry-on bag, and said,
"Director, it seems that the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming in just two days. Many workers in the factory are spending money to celebrate the festival. Do you think I should be spending or not?"
Yang Jun calculated the date in his mind. It was only a few days before the end of the month. Paying money in advance would have little impact on the factory's capital operation. However, for the majority of employees, they still had to wait for the money to celebrate the holidays.
"Let's pay it, but there is a rule that each employee can only withdraw half a month's salary at most, and the rest will be paid at the end of the month."
"Okay, director."
Yang Jun thought that once this hole was opened, workers in the factory would definitely swarm in, which would affect the factory's capital operation.
Moreover, money is used everywhere in the construction of hospitals, guest houses, and shopping malls, so money in factories must be calculated carefully.
After loading more than 10,000 kilograms of meat into the car, Yang Jun returned to the factory.
As soon as he arrived at the factory, he asked the canteen director, Old Tang, to dispose of the meat and try to get the benefits before getting off work in the evening.
He said hello to Old Tang in advance and asked him to set aside several hundred kilograms of ingredients in advance and distribute them to the dozen or so eighth-level workers who went to the arsenal with him that day.
I had promised them before that as long as they could make qualified workpieces, each of them would be rewarded with fifty kilograms of pork.
As a factory director, he must not break his promise and get fat.
Old Tang immediately dispatched chefs from various canteens to handle the ingredients.
There are more than 20,000 employees in the rolling mill, and each person can serve three to four taels of meat, and the meat is not all pork, but also chicken, duck, fish, sheep, etc.
So when handling the meat, in order to avoid uneven distribution, Lao Tang specially asked people to chop the meat into large pieces, mix them together, weigh the medicine, and weigh four taels per person.
"Silly Zhu, if you don't stay in the kitchen, what are you doing here?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At a glance, Old Tang saw Silly Zhu hiding in the crowd, handling ingredients.
"Director Tang, look what you said, we can't spare any manpower in the kitchen. If I don't come, who will?"
Silly Zhu was holding a chicken coop on his head, holding a bloody kitchen knife in his hand, and staring at the bull's eye.
His appearance made Old Tang stare straight at him, and he pointed at him with trembling fingers.
"Silly Zhu, I'm telling you, don't mess around. The factory director is still here."
As Old Tang said this, he moved behind Yang Jun.
Even though he is the director of the cafeteria, he is afraid of stupid people.
This silly Zhu was so stunned that he started to take action at the slightest disagreement, and he suffered a lot.
This matter has to be left to others. Old Tang has already sent him to the workshop, but he doesn't dare to offend Silly Zhu, and has to support him. He also wants to send him to work in the workshop, but the transfer procedures have just arrived at the personnel department.
The department was pushed back, saying that the leader did not agree.
Just imagine how many leaders ate in Shazhu's cafeteria. They didn't want to assign such a skilled chef to the workshop, so Shazhu's position was secure.
Not to mention other leading cadres, even Yang Jun couldn't let him leave the workshop.
Therefore, every time Old Tang saw Silly Zhu, he wouldn't just walk around, but he would still tremble a few times.
"It just so happens that the factory director is here, please come and comment."
Silly Zhu took a kitchen knife, took two steps forward, and stared at Old Tang Dao behind Yang Jun,
"Director, tell me, the canteen is recruiting a chef, why can't I come?"
Yang Jun looked at the honest look on his face. If he didn't know better, he would have thought he had been wronged a lot.
"Okay, put the knife down first, I have something to do with you."
Yang Jun patted his shoulder and took the lead to walk to a deserted place next to him.
Silly Zhu glared at Old Tang fiercely and threatened,
"Director Tang, keep those few kilograms of sewer that I just processed, do you hear me?"
After Si Zhu finished speaking, he waved the kitchen knife in his hand and made several gestures.
Old Tang blinked his eyelids, looking frightened.
Si Zhu saw that the effect was achieved, so he handed the knife to a chef next to him, turned around and chased Yang Jun.
"Junzi, what's going on?"
Yang Jun gave him a cigarette and pretended to be casual and asked,
"Brother Zhuzhu, did my mother ask you to cook?"
"No."
Silly Zhu was stunned for a moment and shook his head quickly.
When Yang Jun heard this, he immediately felt relieved.
It was time for Yangmei's children to have a full-moon banquet. Normally, it would be held at her husband's house, but they were living in her parents' house now. He was afraid that Wang Yuying would be confused and hold a banquet in the yard.
The water thrown by the married daughter.
There is no reason for the banquet to be held at the mother's house. The favors in the yard refer to matters involving sons and grandsons. As for the daughter having children, they do not count.
He was afraid that when Wang Yuying held a full-moon banquet in the courtyard, would you tell the people in the courtyard to go or not?
Of course, he knew that those people would still go in the end, it was just because of his own face.
However, when people come to have a banquet, they will definitely feel unhappy.
Why do people want to have more relationships? The married daughter is just water thrown out. They will definitely not enter into this relationship.
"By the way, Junzi, is Meizi still having a full moon wine party?"
Silly column, which pot won't be opened?
Yang Jun rolled his eyes and said, "Will you pay off her debt then?"
"That's not possible, I'm just asking casually."
Silly Zhu was stunned for a moment, and after figuring out the joints, he scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.
"Is Rain coming back for the festival?"
After Yang Jun got the answer he wanted, he turned the topic to He Yuyu.
"If you don't come back for the holidays, she said that recruits can only have family leave after two years. Military son, tell me, is this true?"
Silly Zhu was skeptical about Yu Yu's words, thinking that she was deliberately making excuses not to go home.
"That's what happened. Don't blame Yu Yu for not going home to visit relatives. There are many rules in the army and you can't leave the army at will. Look at me, isn't that the case? I have never been back home to visit relatives in eleven years of service.
"
No wonder Silly Zhu thinks so.
Yang Liu goes home every Sunday and looks around, which makes Silly Zhu miss He Yuyu.
In fact, He Yuyu also had rest days in the army, but Jincheng was too far away from here and there was not enough time to go back and forth in one day.
"That's right. If I had known earlier, it would be better to let her go into the factory. At least we can see her once a week." Silly Zhu said with some frustration.
"Look at you, you are such a big man, why are you so bitchy? If you really want the rain, wouldn't it be enough to go to Jincheng to see her after the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
"Yeah, why didn't I think of that?"
Silly Zhu suddenly realized.
He slapped his mouth gently a few times, secretly blaming himself for being too stupid.
I always thought about letting He Yuyu go home to visit relatives, but I didn't want to go and see this girl.
Seeing this, Yang Jun shook his head and smiled bitterly,
