"Have you settled?" Wang Jiahui asked. She cared about her husband's job transfer most.

"Well, the documents have been downloaded in the past few days." Zhang Yanming nodded.

"What kind of work do?" asked Aunt Wang.

Although my son-in-law was transferred to the province to work, he said it was nice, but he knew that he was just a researcher without real power. He was so young that he looked like a retirement student. When relatives and friends asked, he was embarrassed to say it.

"Director, it's considered a call at the same level." Zhang Yanming understood Aunt Wang's thoughts and gave the answer directly.

That being said, it is actually a world of difference. Can the researcher compare with the actual director? The secretary and district director of Scorpion Valley are also considered directors. Can it be the same?

The troops said that the staff officer would not fart without leading the chief, and there was no real position in the government and even dared not fart. There was no place to fart.

This is the director of a provincial unit.

The family will be happy. When you have achieved grades, the happiest thing is your relatives, the most sincere one.

"Hehe," Zhang Yanhui was a little embarrassed and patted Zhang Yanming on the shoulder: "If you have something to do in the future, I'll do it for you."

Everyone laughed and were happy. Even Zhang Xiaohuan, who had no idea about anything for no reason, became excited and jumped and screamed.

The door outside sounded, and several families living upstairs came back from the cafeteria after dinner. The big dog barked a few times and ran over to greet him. Aunt Wang turned on the lights in the yard: "It's still snowing. Don't leave tomorrow. Get up tomorrow morning to clean up the snow, pack up before leaving."

It is estimated that after this heavy snowfall, the snow in the yard is knee-deep, at least it takes some effort to pack it up.

If you don’t take advantage of the fact that you just loosen your clothes and clean it up, it will be even harder to do it after it is deposited. There will be one winter. When the spring comes, the yard will probably become a swamp and you can’t walk.

The most annoying day outside the pass is spring. In April and May, the snow melts during the day and freezes again at night. It is sparse and warm everywhere. When you go out, your shoes are soaked. It is difficult to walk and it is still cold.

The cold winter is cold and the cold spring is biting. The heat required to melt snow is too high.

The door was knocked a few times, and Captain Wang opened the door and looked in: "Are you all here?"

"Come in quickly, I don't know when the snow will fall."

Aunt Wang took a dry towel and greeted her: "It's not interesting to sit and chat, it's still early."

Six people dusted the snow, stamped the snow on their shoes into the house, and brought a cool breeze in.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, puff, oh." Zhang Xiaohuan reached out and sat in Sun Hongye's arms and said a baby talk, baring his front teeth and smiling.

These people like to hug him when they are fine, and they have become familiar with each other. The little kid knows who is really nice to him and is sensitive.

"I asked, the principal and the teacher have no problems. I can come here after the New Year, but the textbooks are not easy to be read, so you have to think of a solution."

As soon as Captain Wang sat down, he reported.

"It's okay, take it slowly, there's no hurry." Zhang Yanming squirted the side and asked several people to sit down.

In the aviation sector, there has always been a shortage of textbooks in China. Basically, the old aviation schools are all master-apprentice systems, and they teach practical hands-on hands. There are not many theoretical classes, and they also use information about front hair or foot basin.

Maintenance and maintenance are even more complicated, and they are available everywhere in the world, and they can be used as soon as they are used. At this moment, the technical information provided by aircraft manufacturers is generally the main focus.

Several girls and Aunt Wang got together and pulled Sun Hongye and Wang Jiahui to chat while teasing the children. The men naturally formed another group.

In the middle of winter, everyone doesn’t smoke in the house, but starts drinking tea and eating some fruit and peanuts. The woman has melon seeds.

Women’s topics are inseparable from children and parents’ issues. Men are different. From discussions on historical issues to current affairs and politics, there is no topic that cannot be discussed.

They chatted casually and watched the TV to tease the children. After nine o'clock, Captain Wang and his friends said goodbye and went upstairs. Comrade Zhang Xiaohuan was sleepy and wanted to sleep.

Zhang Yanming and Zhang Yanhui came out and squatted under the eaves to smoke. The eaves were the balcony that popped out on the second floor. It was more than one meter wide, and the snow on the ground fell into the shape of a gem along the balcony.

After smoking the cigarette, the two brothers got up and took a shovel to clear the snow in front of the doghouse. In fact, it was nothing, the doghouse was placed by the wall, and the snow couldn't fall.

"This is too heavy, how much does it take? Where can I do it?" There was too much snow.

The smaller ones are piled into the garden on the corner of the yard, which is considered to add nutrients to the little land. If there is too much, it will not work. Once the caring is done, it will have to come over directly.

"Get out and pile it on the street, will someone deal with it?"

"You are the one who sweepers the streets? You can't be scolded?"

Sanitation workers have the most hard work to clean up the roads in the streets and alleys, but generally the snow is piled on the side of the road, and if it is too big, it has to be transported to the open space.

Sometimes the government will organize units, schools and enterprises to clean up the snow on the road for free, but that is only occasionally.

"Give some money, you can't let it work in vain. It's very tiring." The snow felt light and actually quite heavy. Knee-deep snow can cost hundreds of kilograms per square meter.

"I'll call someone to come and do it tomorrow. Are you two going to get snow removed in the middle of the night?" Captain Wang pushed open the window on the balcony and poked his head out.

"I'm talking about giving some money and letting the sanitation worker come in and do it. The yard in front must be abandoned, right? There is also the road surface in the middle of these four buildings."

"It's okay, there are dozens of people, and it's done in two hours. You guys can leave it."

"What should I do when I get it outside? It's piled up?"

"Isn't it just piled up? This year is a bit big, so I'll probably have to be lucky. I'll contact you tomorrow, you don't have to worry about it."

Wang Jiahui stretched out her head from the door: "Can I do it? There is also an open space in the middle, and it's probably quite deep now."

The old building in the garment workshop is a bit like a castle. It is a bunker-style tower on the front and the main building on the back three sides. A triangular open space of nearly a hundred square meters is surrounded in the middle, sandwiched into a circle of houses.

Because there is no wind on all sides of the walls, the snow is thicker than the outside.

"I just said that you were sealed with colorful tiles, which shrouded in the light and covered the rain and snow. Why don't you do it?" Zhang Yanhui looked at Wang Jiahui with a shovel.

"That's not good-looking."

"Who sees the things on your building? Just pass through the light?"

"Then you can see some sunshine, so you won't be afraid of the tide if you block it."

"Do you understand the light transmission?"

"You can use laminated glass, white glass tempered laminate as the top. I'll ask someone to do it next year. It's not easy to construct in winter." Zhang Yanming took over the conversation.

"Then you can't damage the building? I'm just worried about destroying the upper floor." Wang Jiahui thought about it and asked.

"No, probably not. I'll wait for someone to find someone who understands me to come and have a look."

Captain Wang threw cigarettes down from the upstairs, and lit one on the balcony window to enjoy it: "It's only a little snow. Think about the plane runway. The two kilometers of bases must be cleaned up and there must be no floating snow or ice."

"Our airports are all five kilometers." Zhang Yanming smiled and lit the cigarette, and then lit it for Zhang Yanhui.

"Damn." Captain Wang almost poked the cigarette butt into his mouth: "It's all 4F+? What are you planning to take off and land? An 25?"

"It should be no problem. I have this plan. We are just shipping goods." Turning his head, Sun Hongye stood by the door and stared at him coldly.

"What are you doing?"

"What's your idea?"

"No."

"It's better not to have it. If you tinker with anything else, just play by yourself."
Chapter completed!