A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

Chapter 1056: Supporting the Family Becomes Difficult

"This is."

Yu Hong was still a little confused.

But seeing that Lu Miao had already pushed the list with the factory name on it across the table, he had no choice but to nod and take it:
"I'll make arrangements right away."

"Ah."

Yu Hong closed the door and went out.

Lu Miao sat at his desk and flipped through the file bags again.

Feeling that nothing new could be found, they temporarily locked all the file bags in the safe.

When he stood up and sat on the chair again, Lu Miao took a corner of the table and quickly read the newspaper that had been delivered by the young comrade downstairs that morning.

Lu Miao's side gradually became busy, while on the other side, Fu Jingyou was not so idle either.

When interviewing for a job at a state-owned enterprise, Fu Jingyou could always sense some problems, more or less.

He felt repulsed, so he skipped the state-owned enterprises and tried to consider private ones.

After contact and communication, we found that private units also have many drawbacks.

High demands and low income are not problems.

Because to be fair, if Fu Jingyou himself were the factory director and was considering hiring people, he would certainly hope that the employees he recruited would work hard for him...

We have strayed off topic, let’s get back to the point.

The most fatal point of many private enterprises at this stage is that the factory directors themselves do not understand the technology and are not good at management.

However, they still want to achieve break-even profitability by making high demands on employees, pursuing high efficiency and paying low salaries.

Who can do this?
If I really go and work in a factory, not only will I have to take on all kinds of chores, but there will also be no guarantee for my future.

Not to mention how much money employees earn in a month, it is possible that in the end they will have worked hard and even supporting their families may become a problem.

If that's the case, it would be better to work on your own than to work in such a factory.

Fu Jingyou curled up half of his palm to block the wind, pressed the lighter and smoked a few cigarettes in the car, then turned the steering wheel and went home.

But as soon as I turned into Chang'an Avenue near my home, I saw a familiar face getting off the bus.

He slowed down to avoid several pedestrians and approached the roadside:

"Xaffey."

Xie Fei was stunned for a moment and turned his head.

Fu Jingyou raised his chin towards the back of the car, and Xie Fei understood, opened the door and got in.

Xie Fei came here to post something.

In a few days, it will be the full moon day for his daughter Xie Ni.

In addition to this, Xie Fei also brought a message.

Lu Miao and Fu Jingyou haven't mentioned their move to their hometown in the south.

The packages sent from my hometown were still sent to Qingta Hutong.

Xie Fei sat on a lounge chair in the living room, Bai Chuan sat at his feet, and kept stuffing candy into his hands.

Xie Fei touched Bai Chuan's head. When Tang Mei poured tea, Xie Fei said:

"That box is too big, otherwise I would have brought it here today. I guess Xiao Fu will have to drive over to pick it up."

Fu Jingyou nodded, stood by the table and drank two glasses of water before sitting down with him to talk:

"Eat here at noon. I'll take you back later and pick it up on the way."

Xie Fei smiled and nodded:

"Row."

After dinner, Fu Jingyou sent Xie Fei back as he had said, and unpacked the things directly after bringing them back from Qingta Hutong.

What was sent from my hometown is cactus.

The snakeskin bag inside the wooden box weighed about 20 to 30 kilograms.

Fu Jingyou didn't know when Lu Miao contacted his hometown to ask for these things.

But the things have already been sent, and Fu Jingyou was thinking about the pots of cacti on the terrace that Lu Miao had grown and said he wanted to cultivate cochineal insects.

I understood what he meant and cleared a space in the corner of the garden and planted all the cacti there. Inevitably, the little kids at home would come and mess things up.

Speaking of which, Baichuan is a very mean person and he likes to harm people at home.

As I grow older, I become more and more uncontrollable in my liveliness and activity.

This time, I just started grabbing the cactus randomly, which was a loss.

The boy's palms were swollen like pig's trotters and he cried like a piglet in the yard for the whole afternoon.

Fu Jingyou was extremely annoyed with this little brat.

After finishing the work, he coaxed the kid to find fault.

After picking out the thorns, seeing that the kid was still crying and calling "Dad" in a weak voice with a pursed mouth, he softened his heart and continued to carry the kid to the door to count the passing cars.

In short, it took a lot of coaxing to finally calm the kid down.

When the child's mother came back in the evening, the calf was full of energy and vigor again.

He ate two eggs on the table, pursed his lips, and finished most of the bowl of soup and rice.

He really is just having fun all day long, and everything he eats tastes delicious.

It is worth mentioning that the three-year-old boy used to need someone to chase him and feed him when he ate.

Since moving here, Baichuan has needed to be fed less often.

You can peel eggs by yourself and eat them by yourself, and you can also eat rice with a small spoon.

Maybe it can be considered a kind of growth.

This made Fu Jingyou feel a little relieved despite the troubles of taking care of the child.

Let’s talk about the Xie family’s full moon banquet.

Lu Miao was getting increasingly busy with work and couldn't spare the time to attend.

In addition, it is the start of the school year in college, and Lu Yuanzheng is also very busy.

In the end, only Fu Jingyou drove Tang Mei and Bai Chuan to the banquet.

Those who are busy with work are busy with work, and those ....

The entire host family was out, which was rare.

Wang Xiu and Xu Xiangcao divided the work between them. One of them was weeding in the front yard and watching for the door to ring.

One of them was washing clothes using the faucet in a corner of the inner courtyard.

The White Dew, one of the twenty-four solar terms, only arrives in early September.

The temperature dropped slightly during the day, but the sunshine was still bright.

But if we talk about the place with the best sunlight in the house, it must be the terrace on the second floor.

Xu Xiangcao washed the last piece of clothing and threw it into the bucket, then stood up, supported her back and stretched it out.

After a quick glance around, without any hesitation, Xu Xiangcao picked up a bucket of clothes, unbolted the small wooden door on the side of the stairs, and went straight to the terrace.

Xu Xiangcao was quite careful. She had taken great pains to wash the clothes clean, and was afraid that they would get dirty again when hanging them out to dry.

She went downstairs again and took a rag to wipe the railings around the terrace before spreading out the clothes one by one to hang them up to dry.

After all, the small second floor was built from the ground up.

Standing on the terrace, you can see much further than if you were down there.

Xu Xiangcao walked back and forth, looking at the groups of quaint roofs around her, and then at the towering palace and red walls where the emperor used to live not far away.

His eyes swept around aimlessly, and suddenly fell on Wang Xiu, who was squatting at the foot of the wall with a hoe, pulling out stubborn grass roots.

Xu Xiangcao paused.

In a brief moment, something suddenly flashed through my mind.

She moved her eyes and scanned the garden, calculating how many doors Wang Xiu would have to pass through and how many corners he would have to turn if he came.

Finally, it seemed like something was figured out.

Xu Xiangcao staggered her steps and turned slowly, looking at the screen door between the terrace and the small hall on the second floor, which was only lightly closed for ventilation.

After rolling her throat, Xu Xiangcao took a step with a slight trembling hand.

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