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Chapter Ninety-Four: No Longer Taken

In order to save electricity and to have someone to talk to while working, Uncle Wu moved his sewing machine to the west room of Huang Han's house.

All the messy things in this room were transported to the two rooms of the uncle's house for temporary storage.

In Huang Han's memory, the uncle's family would not use these two rooms until a year later, because Huang Han's first cousin was getting married at that time.

Westinghouse can store four sewing machines without feeling cramped, and it is more spacious with only two sewing machines.

Huang Han installed fluorescent lamps in the west room and directed Huang Daozhou and Huang Daowu to tie thin hemp ropes on the roof and make a simple suspended ceiling with white paper and wooden strips.

Although this kind of suspended ceiling is not strong, it is enough to block the falling soil from the roof.

White paper was pasted on the wall, and the roof was also white, which immediately made the room much brighter. When the fluorescent lamp was turned on to sew, Zhang Fangfen and the three of them could see clearly.

Zhang Fangfen has been sewing and mending for many years. This is a small business. She can best understand when she is happiest.

On the evening of the third day, Zhang Fangfen gave three yuan to Fang Guilan and Zhang Huifen, who were sewing in the west room of Huang Han's house.

Seeing that the third sister-in-law really gave her three yuan, Fang Guilan was excited and said politely: The factory was closed today and she had been sewing all day.

"I worked most of the day in the past two days, how can I get so much? How about I get two yuan!"

"You're welcome. It's not calculated on a daily basis. Didn't we agree to give you one yuan for making one? Take it! I see you are very agile and you will definitely make more than one in the future."

"Yeah! I'm getting better and better at doing it. I can also get up early and stay late and finish get off work early. I guess doing three in two days shouldn't be a problem."

I have half sold and half given away more than a dozen "labor cloth backpacks". I know that this kind of bag is simply loved by everyone.

Zhang Fangfen is extremely confident. She believes that as long as the fabrics can keep up, she can make money every time she makes a "backpack", but the difference will be different.

Fang Guilan is quick and conscientious in her work, so it would be great if she could earn more hard-earned money.

Zhang Fangfen gave her reassurance and said in a tone that left no room for doubt:

"Don't worry, as long as the sewing is strong and beautiful, even if you make three of them a day, you'll still be paid one dollar each!"

Fang Guilan was indeed very happy and said happily: "Haha, I will change to the morning shift tomorrow, and I will follow their example and sneak back early.

Our unit is very bad. I never arrive late or leave early in the team. I do the most work, but I get the least money."

Zhang Fangfen laughed and said, "That's because you have a short service life and everyone else is an old employee!"

Indeed, Fang Guilan's family lives near a plastics factory and has a rural registered permanent residence. Due to the expropriation of land, she was given a quota to become a worker in the plastics factory and became a non-agricultural registered permanent residence.

"Non-agricultural household registration" is much better than rural household registration, but it is somewhat different from the serious "quantitative household registration" in urban areas. Some plan coupons are not applicable to "non-agricultural household registration".

When a rural person gets a job opportunity, of course he cherishes it very much and works hard in the factory.

Regular workers with some qualifications often bully the "land requisition" workers from the countryside. They dare to boss them around even though they are not cadres. They do the hard and dirty work.

During Fang Guilan's three-year apprenticeship, she received twenty yuan in the first year, two yuan more in the second year, and twenty-four yuan in the third year. Now that she has passed the apprenticeship period and is a first-level worker, she earns about twenty-eight yuan.

I've had it for three or four years.

She calculated her accounts and found that after working for a month, the salary she got was less than one yuan a day. At this time, her thoughts changed and she said: "Yeah! It's so unfair. It's boring to think about it."

There are two people in my team who have more than 30 years of service. They take sick leave every three days, talk to each other when they get to work, and basically do nothing.

In one month, you can get more than ten yuan more than me who works so hard and hard, don’t you think you’re angry?”

Zhang Huifen's hands and feet are not fast, so she can't work as well as Fang Guilan. Fortunately, she goes to work very easily every day and can arrive late and leave early, so she made three in these three days.

I felt very good today with three more dollars in my pocket. At this moment, I smiled and said, "I originally thought my job was the worst, but now I think about it, it's not bad. Although the salary is a bit less, at least I'm not bullied by the old employees!"

Zhang Fangfen said: "You are the only one working in your shed, who can bully you?"

Zhang Huifen nodded and said: "Yes!"

Fang Guilan said: "I used to think that being idle is idle. If you work more, you won't die. I don't care about them.

Now, hum! No way, I will go to work tomorrow to calculate the work, and then I will seize the time to finish what I have to do and go home immediately, and I will never let those old people take advantage of me again."

With the expectation of earning more than her monthly salary, Fang Guilan felt confident. The emotions that had been suppressed for six or seven years suddenly exploded. At this time, she became ruthless and never took advantage of her again.

Zhang Fangfen did not expect that three yuan would make the labor activists in the plastic products factory never work actively again. She was a little shocked!

Is money a good thing after all?

Zhang Huifen also wanted to make an extra dollar a day. She was worried that such a good thing would not last for a few days, so she said: "Sister, I wonder how much work there is? How many more days can we do it?"

Fang Guilan was also very concerned and immediately looked at Zhang Fangfen eagerly.

"You can't say for sure. It depends on whether the materials can keep up. I should have enough materials at home to make it for a month."

Fang Guilan said: "Third sister-in-law, there is not much work, just let me and the child's aunt do it. Don't call anyone else."

Zhang Fangfen mentioned yesterday that she was going to call her uncle and her uncle's children to come and sew to make some money. The person who said it didn't mean it, but the person who heard it meant it. Fang Guilan was worried that too many people would come and finish the work early, causing her to lose the opportunity to make money.

"Well! I won't shout for now, I'll leave it to you."

"That's great!" Fang Guilan beamed.

Zhang Huifen didn't care, because she knew there was a difference between closeness and distance, and her sister would definitely think of her first when she had the opportunity to make money.



On Friday afternoon, Huang Han, wearing a white shirt and blue pants, stood at the corner of the county government compound carrying a colorful "backpack."

Chengwenge looked at Huang Han from a distance under a French plane tree by the river, smiling innocently.

He thought it was too interesting to wait for a female classmate to pass by with Huang Han, and he was a little excited and a little nervous.

How could Huang Han have puppy love? He does things with purpose.

Shen Xiaorong gave him teaching materials, which was equivalent to being a piano teacher. Of course, Huang Han had to give her a "backpack" as soon as possible to express his gratitude.

Getting along with Shen Xiaorong is a little tricky, and I definitely can't invite her to my home.

Taking a "backpack" to Class 3 or 5 was too abrupt, and you would only do this if you were stupid.

Therefore, Huang Han asked Chengwen Pavilion to send him to wait on Shen Xiaorong's only way home.












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