Chapter 349 I want to receive a reply from Jin Bao
One month ago, Nanping City.
After several bumps, the Yao family got off the long-distance bus with their luggage.
Seeing that his son's face was expressionless and as cold as ice, Yao Heming touched his head and comforted him: "Although I am demoted in name, Dad, the environment here is much better than that in Fengnan County before. It will not be the same all year round."
It's raining."
"Yes, everyone here speaks Mandarin. When you get to the factory, Hua Hua, you will definitely make many good friends if you enter the factory workers' primary school." Yang Xuelan smiled and said to her son.
"Um."
Yao Hua didn't say much.
He knew that his parents applied for a job transfer for his own sake, and were voluntarily demoted from the director of the county health center to a resident doctor in a factory in the city. But in fact, it was the same wherever he stayed, and there was no difference.
Nanping Machinery Factory is located in the suburbs of the city, covering an area of 180 acres, and has more than 2,800 formal employees, including about 4,000 family members, more than half of whom are migrant workers.
The factory was just built three years ago. The buildings and equipment are all new. There is a post office, shops, hospitals, and schools. In order to enrich the employees' spare time, movies are shown every month.
It can be said that everything the workers need in life can be solved in the factory.
The person who led the Yao family into the family building was Zhang Yuying, the female director of the factory. She kept praising the factory on the way.
"Director Zhang, I want to ask where the previous resident doctor was? Why did he leave?" Yang Xuelan was confused.
"Ah?" Zhang Yuying was stunned for a moment, "Uh, well, it's hard to say..."
"Is there anything you can't say? Just say it."
"Hey!" Zhang Yuying patted her thigh, "Since you have to know sooner or later, I won't beat around the bush. This factory is good at everything, but it has few talents and the things it makes are not good and cannot be used after being sold...
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Yang Xuelan exclaimed, "What do you mean? Things made by machine factories are not good? This is a big problem."
"Is that so? A batch of mechanized farm tools, including corn threshers and wheat threshers, that were previously sold to Fuhe Commune were all substandard and broke after just a few days of use. There were hundreds of them, and they were all returned."
"what should I do then?"
Zhang Yuying sighed, "What else can we do? Fuhe Commune refuses to give us money and wants us to compensate. The factory director has lost all the money to others. Now there is only a few yuan left in the factory, and the factory director has also been fired...
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Speaking of this, she felt a little helpless, "We haven't been paid for two months in a row. All the workers who can run have left, and those who can't are still left. Now the canteen is almost out of rice and food, so we are counting on the new factory director."
Now that we are here, the situation will be better."
While she was talking, someone called her, "Director Zhang, have you finished your work? Something happened in the cafeteria and everyone was making a fuss. Come and take a look. Director Liu and Director Ma couldn't stop them.
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"Okay, I'll go right away."
After finishing speaking, Zhang Yuying said to Yao Heming: "Dr. Yao, I'm really sorry. I have something to do and I have to leave first. You guys have a good rest and come back to me if you have any questions about life. I live in Room 301, Building 2."
"Okay, thank you." Yang Xuelan thanked her.
After they left, she walked back to the room, closed the door, and saw "Welcome Guanlin" crookedly written in black pencil on the wall, where the "light" in "visit" was written as the "guan" in "close the door".
"It must have been written by the child of the doctor who was stationed at the factory before." Yao Heming said with a smile.
"I'll wipe it with an eraser later," Yang Xuelan looked at everything around her. "This room is really clean, and the walls are clean too. When it rains in the future, we don't have to worry about the house leaking."
When she lived in Fengnan County a few years ago, she felt that she was about to suffer from rheumatism.
Seeing that his wife not only did not complain, but was quite satisfied, Yao Heming took her hand and said: "According to what Director Zhang just said, we may not be paid to live and work in this factory and work for nothing, do you mind?"
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"The money we saved before is enough for our family. I don't mind the salary. Now I just want to have a place to stay and live peacefully without anyone disturbing me..."
Before Yang Xuelan came to the factory, she saw a pile of promotional papers on the streets of Nanping City.
"There is chaos everywhere now, but it is much calmer inside this factory. Everyone is just worrying about food and wages. Unlike those people outside who are looking for cancer to attack the enemy. How can there be so many enemies?"
"Yeah, it's all a mess."
Yao Heming sighed, thinking of the old Su family, "Jinghai City should be more chaotic now, right? I don't know if something happened to Jinbao's mother. Her identity is quite sensitive, and she is most likely to be targeted."
"I'm also worried about Lulu. I haven't contacted her for so many years. I don't know if they are okay."
Speaking of this, Yang Xuelan remembered that there was a post office in the factory, and suddenly clapped her hands, "By the way! This is a suburb of the city, not as remote as Fengnan County. Can we write to Lulu?"
"Yes, we can communicate with the old Su family now!"
After listening to what his parents said, Yao Hua, who had been expressionless before, suddenly had a slight mood swing.
Yang Xuelan saw her son's thoughts and smiled and said to him: "Hua Hua, you wrote several drawers of letters to Jin Bao before. Mom will help you send all these letters to Jin Bao, okay?"
"Jinbao is illiterate. If I send it to her, she won't be able to read it..."
Mentioning Jin Bao, the taciturn Yao Hua suddenly became more talkative, "But Aunt Bai can read it to her, but there are some things I just want to say to Jin Bao alone, and I don't want Aunt Bai to know... How about I
Can you write another one?"
Yang Xuelan suppressed her laughter and said, "Okay, hurry up and write. Remember to write down our current address clearly so that Jinbao can reply."
"Will Jinbao write back to me?" Yao Hua's eyes lit up, but soon dimmed, "Jinbao can't write, so she definitely won't be able to write back to me, but maybe she can draw for me?
Jinbao still remembers me, right?"
With expectations and worries in his heart, he was unable to write for a long time.
By the time the letter was finally written, it was already twenty days later.
Yao Hua thought about what to say to Jin Bao all day long. There was so much he wanted to say, but he couldn't express it clearly.
He wanted to tell her that he had been so lonely in the past few years without her by his side, without even a single friend to talk to.
He wanted to tell her that he wrote her many, many letters, hundreds of them, the contents of which even his mother had not read. They recorded some trivial things, a bit like a diary. He just wanted to give Jinbao
Look, there are words in it that he only wants to say to Jin Bao.
Often when several pieces of paper were filled with writing, Yao Hua felt bad, crumpled the letter paper into a ball, and threw it into the wastebasket.
The last letter sent to Jinbao only contained a very brief content.
"Jinbao, hello. I am Yao Hua. Do you still remember me? I have moved to a new home. I am writing to you from room 402 on the first floor of the family building of Nanping Machinery Factory. I am fine. How about you? You
Okay? Can you write? Can you draw?
I really want to receive your reply. It doesn’t matter if you don’t write or draw. Just make a few strokes and send it to me. I’ll be very happy.”