The world of film and television started from optical film

Chapter 22
On the morning of the eighth day of the lunar new year, Wang Zhong rushed to the Songhua River Soy Sauce Factory.

The soy sauce factory is not too close to the optical film, but at least it is much closer than the lumber factory.

The key point is that there is Qu Xiuzhen in the soy sauce factory. Throughout the original work, this little old lady and her old man Ma Shouchang, the old couple have three views, they can see through and see far, and they don’t feel that they are superior to the workers below. They are as one, and they are dedicated to the public, doing their best for the country and the people, which makes people admire and like it.

"Secretary Qu, this is Zhou Bingkun, the newcomer from the slag removal workshop." An officer from the personnel department led Wang Zhong to knock on the door of Qu Xiuzhen's office, and brought Wang Zhong in.

"I know, you go to work first!" Behind the book desk, the little old lady with short hair over the ears raised her head and didn't know what she was writing with a pen.

Energetic, capable, and majestic, this is the first impression the little old lady gave Wang Zhong.

"You are Zhou Bingkun?" The little old lady stood up from behind the desk, looked at Wang Zhong with her hands behind her back, and walked towards him.

Wang Zhongdao: "Secretary of the Report, I am Zhou Bingkun."

Qu Xiuzhen walked around Wang Zhong, looked him up, down, left, and right, and patted Wang Zhong on the shoulder: "The physique is good."

"There must be strength."

Wang Zhong said: "It's okay."

"Are you familiar with Cai Xiaoguang?" Mrs. Qu asked.

There is nothing to hide, let alone in front of Qu Xiuzhen: "Brother Xiaoguang and my sister are classmates."

"The factory director Cai Xiaoguang was looking for originally wanted to put you in the monosodium glutamate workshop, but I disagreed, so I sent you into the dregs workshop." Qu Xiuzhen knew a long time ago that Wang Zhong was the one who rescued him outside the bathing pool. He is the old man's benefactor, but he still doesn't know what Wang Zhong is, so he wants to see it with his own eyes.

"It would be great to have a job. As for where, I can do it!"

"Besides, I went to the monosodium glutamate workshop at such a young age, so I can't let women comrades go to the slag production workshop!" Wang Zhong said neither humble nor overbearing.

"What's on your mind?" Qu Xiuzhen stood in front of her, looking at Wang Zhong and asked.

Wang Zhong nodded frankly.

Qu Xiuzhen raised her hand and patted Wang Zhong's arm, with a smile on her face: "This is a good thing."

"Come on, I'll take you to the slag-discharging workshop."

In the slag-discharging workshop, Qu Xiuzhen clapped her hands and called to stop everyone who was working, introduced Wang Zhong to them, told them to work hard, and left.

After the little old lady left, the workers also began to introduce themselves one after another, Cao Debao, Lu Chuan, Tang Xiangyang.

Sure enough, the remaining three of the six gentlemen in the original book have all arrived at the soy sauce factory.

Wang Zhong only thought about completing the tasks of the system, so that Zheng Juan would be happy and safe in this life.

As for the rest, just let nature take its course.

There is no skill in the work of slag removal, the key is to use strength.

After a while, the four of them became busy in full swing.

Among the three, Tang Xiangyang was born in a scholarly family, and his parents were both teachers. Lu Chuan's family used to be in a small business, and Cao Debao was the most talkative and clever.

The work of slag removal is very tiring, and the temperature in the slag removal workshop is so high that you will be sweating all over the body after a while. In the past, there was no fan at all, so we had to open the windows to dissipate heat. If it is steamed and then frozen, this person is prone to problems.

Qu Xiuzhen managed to get a few big fans a few years ago, and this problem was solved.

Holding a shovel, shoveling the slag from the big steamer into the cart is similar to shoveling sand and cement on a construction site. It takes not only effort but also waist.

Rao Yiwang regained his current physique, and he was exhausted after a day's work.

But Wang Zhong not only didn't feel that this job was impossible, but he enjoyed it a bit.

Working hard for a day is much better than pushing iron in some gym. Arms, shoulders, waist and abdomen, and even legs are all exercised.

For this reason, Wang Zhong did not hesitate to exchange points for 3 potential points, all of which were spent on physique.

[Host: Wang Zhong (Zhou Bingkun)

Age: 21
Body: 15
Force: 12
Speed: 13
God: 20
技能：厨艺（lv3）、散打（lv2）、书法（lv2）、驾驶（lv2）、建筑（lv2）、英语（lv2）、中医（lv1）、木工（lv2）、数学（lv1）、物理（lv1）、化学（lv1），写作（lv2）

Potential Points: 0
Skill Points: 10
System points: 70]

Physical fitness, strength, and speed can all be improved through exercise, but the speed of all-round improvement is slower. In Wang Zhong's vision, physical fitness is the foundation. Only physical fitness improves. Strength, speed, and even spirit are difficult to improve. will decrease.

After all, Wang Zhong's ultimate goal is to be a hexagonal warrior with no shortcomings in all directions.

The only pity is that the points are a little less, which is not enough.

But it must be enough to deal with the work of the slag workshop.

After get off work, he changed into his own clothes. Wang Zhong didn't linger in the factory any longer. After greeting several people, he got on his bicycle and went straight home.

At Old Zhou's house, Zheng Juan took over the coat, hat, and gloves from Wang Zhong, "Are you still used to working on the first day?"

Wang Zhong walked to the front of the washbasin stand, picked up the thermos bottle and poured some hot water into the basin: "It's okay, there are many people in the workshop, and it's not very tiring to work in turns."

"Where's mother?" Li Suhua was nowhere to be seen in the room.

"I went to visit Aunt Qiao's house, and told us not to wait for her to eat." Zheng Juan was wearing an apron, her hair was still tied into two braids, falling from both sides, her skin looked fairer and more moist than before. Less, without the youthfulness of a girl, there is more mature woman charm on her body.

"It must be eaten at Aunt Qiao's house. Let's eat ours without waiting for her." Wang Zhong said with a smile.

Zheng Juan stood by the stove: "After washing, go and sit in the room, the dishes will be ready soon!"

Dinner is corn buns, served with pickles, millet porridge with lard residue, fried cabbage, and a plate of meat slices, full of aroma.

This is one of the reasons why Wang Zhong chose to go to the soy sauce factory. If he didn't do some heavy physical work, Li Suhua wouldn't be willing to make meat.

After eating and reading the newspaper for a while, after Zheng Juan finished packing, Wang Zhong took her out for a walk.

After walking, I arrived at Taiping Hutong, and went to Zheng's house along the way, and talked with Zheng's mother and Guangming for a while, seeing that it was getting late, before being pushed out of the house by Zheng's mother .

At night, there was no light in the house. After the cloud and rain, Zheng Juan lay in Wang Zhong's arms, enjoying this rare tenderness.

Wang Zhong closed his eyes and entered the time of the sage: "There is something I forgot to tell you. Your mother is used to saving and is reluctant to eat meat. She even eats less white flour and rice. Guangming is still young. Your mother is so old. It’s also a time when I’m getting older and I need nutrition. I didn’t have the conditions before and couldn’t do anything about it. Now that my family has the conditions, I can’t eat too badly.”

"However, if you give her the money and tickets directly, she probably won't be willing to use them, and she will definitely exchange them for coarse grains on the black market."

"In this way, let's bring some rice and white noodles every few days, and take them over to cook for them, and the two of us will stay and eat with them, so your mother will have nothing to say."

Wang Zhong bought two pieces of pork a few years ago, and one was given to the Zheng family. As far as Mrs. Zheng and Guangming are thrifty, they could eat that piece of meat for more than half a year. one year.

"How can this be done!" Zheng Juan was moved by Wang Zhong's thoughtful consideration, but she, who is used to thrift, was unwilling to spend so much money: "I didn't eat much of the rice and noodles you gave me a year ago, and there was still a little meat left. What about the big tank! Besides, our family has to live."

It's not that Zheng Juan doesn't want Wang Zhong to help her natal family, but that in this era, ordinary people, every household is not well-to-do, and the mere word film is not a rich place.

It is the old Zhou's family. Although the conditions are good, they don't have meat and white flour and rice every day. Most of the time, the family also has corn paste with mixed noodles, steamed buns and pickled cabbage.

Wang Zhong raised his hand and scratched Zheng Juan's nose, then said softly with a smile, "I'm not the kind of person who likes to slap my face to look fat, besides, it's all our own money, dad sent it back Mom took all the money."

Zheng Juan didn't speak, but she hugged Wang Zhong more tightly, and there were tears flickering in her big bright eyes.

Zheng Juan also knows this, and if nothing else, just say that in the small iron box, there are nearly a hundred pieces of various bills for the great unity and family expenses, and now Wang Zhong is paid by Zheng Juan every time. Yes, today's Zheng Juan is an out-and-out rich little woman.

But all kinds of tickets are limited, and the number of fine grain and meat tickets is even less. According to Wang Zhong's intention, they can only be bought on the black market, and the price is much more expensive.

"Bingkun, you are so kind to me, I... even if I'm a cow and a horse in my life, I can't repay your kindness!" Zheng Juan trembled a little, her voice choked up, and she struggled out of Wang Zhong's arms, straight looked at Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong stretched out his hand and took Zheng Juan back into his arms again: "Husband and wife are one, what is yours and mine?"

Immediately, the eyeballs rolled, and the corners of the mouth raised a slight arc, sticking to Zheng Juan's ear and whispering: "If you are really sorry, then give me some children as soon as possible!" The hot breath in Zheng Juan's tender ears Turn around.

With a teasing tone, Zheng Juan's pretty face immediately flushed.

"A moment in spring night is worth a thousand gold, wasting time is wasting life!"

"We can't do this kind of thing."

As he said that, Wang Zhong turned over and took a bite of the pink lips that were about to refuse but still welcome.

"Beeeeeeeeee~~~"

"Slow down, don't worry!" Zheng Juan had already brought on a tremolo.

"A good night is short, and it's a cold day, so if you don't do some exercise, it's not a big loss." Wang Zhong said confidently.

Zheng Juan was taken aback by what he said, and seeing his upright expression, she almost couldn't hold back a burst of laughter.

In the outer room, Li Suhua had already fallen asleep, but as he got older, his sleep became shallower.

If the two of them followed the method of tossing and tossing in the middle of the night every day, she would definitely be able to hug the eldest grandson in a short time.

Thinking of this, Li Suhua was so excited that he couldn't sleep.

(End of this chapter)