Xiaofubao was pampered in the chronology

Chapter 349 Want to Receive Jin Bao's Reply
A month ago, Nanping City.

After several bumps, the Yao family got off the long-distance bus with their luggage.

Seeing his son's expressionless and icy expression, Yao Heming patted his head and comforted him and said, "Although Dad and I are nominally demoted, the environment here is much better than before in Fengnan County. It's raining."

"Yeah, everyone here speaks Mandarin. Once you're in the factory, Huahua, you'll be able to make a lot of good friends if you go to the factory worker's elementary school." Yang Xuelan said to her son with a smile.

"Ah."

Yao Hua didn't say much.

He knew that his parents applied for a job transfer for his own sake. He voluntarily demoted from the director of the county health center to a resident doctor in a factory in the urban area, but he stayed the same wherever he stayed.

Nanping Machinery Factory is located in the outskirts of the city, covering an area of ​​180 mu, with more than 2800 regular employees, plus about 4000 family members, more than half of whom are migrants.

The factory area was just built three years ago, and the building equipment is very new. There are post offices, shops, hospitals, and schools inside. In order to enrich the spare time life of the workers, movies are shown every month.

It can be said that everything that the workers need in life can be solved in the factory.

It was Zhang Yuying, the female director of the factory, who led the Yao family into the family building, and praised the factory all the way.

"Director Zhang, I want to ask where the former resident doctor is? Why did he leave?" Yang Xuelan was puzzled.

"Ah?" Zhang Yuying was stunned for a moment, "Uh, well, it's hard to say..."

"What's wrong with you? Just say it."

"Hey!" Zhang Yuying patted her thigh, "Since you all have to know sooner or later, I won't beat around the bush. This factory is good for everything, right? There are few talents, and the things you make are not good, and you can't use them when you sell them... "

Yang Xuelan exclaimed, "What do you mean? The things made by the machinery factory are not good? This is a big problem."

"Really? A batch of mechanized farm implements, corn threshers and wheat threshers that were sold to Fuhe Commune before were all substandard and broke after a few days of use. Hundreds of them were all returned."

"what should we do then?"

Zhang Yuying sighed, "What else can we do? The Fuhe Commune didn't give us any money and asked us to pay for it. The factory manager paid them all the money. Now that there is not much money left in the factory, the factory manager has also been dismissed... "

Speaking of this, she felt a little helpless, "There has been no wages for two months in a row. The workers who can escape have all escaped, and the ones who cannot escape are still kept. Now the canteen is almost out of rice and food. We are counting on the new factory manager. Come on, things will get better."

When she was talking, someone called her, "Director Zhang, are you done with your work? Something happened in the cafeteria, and everyone started to make a fuss. Come and see, Director Liu and Director Ma couldn't stop her." ..."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Yuying said to Yao Heming: "Doctor Yao, I'm really sorry, I have something to do and I have to go first, you all have a good rest, and ask me if you have any questions about life, I live in Room 2, Building 301."

"Okay, thank you." Yang Xuelan said thanks.

When the people left, she went back to the room, closed the door, and saw "Welcome to Guanlin" written crookedly in black pencil on the wall, where the "light" of "come" was written with "close" of "close the door".

"It must have been written by the child of the former doctor who was stationed in the factory." 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 also clean. When it rains in the future, we don't have to worry about the house leaking."

Living in Fengnan County a few years ago, she felt that she was about to suffer from rheumatism.

Seeing that the daughter-in-law not only didn’t complain, but was quite satisfied, Yao Heming took her hand and said, “According to what Director Zhang said just now, we may not get paid to live and work in this factory, and we do it for nothing, don’t you mind? "

"The money we saved before is enough for the whole family. I don't mind any salary. Now I just want to have a place to stay and live peacefully without anyone bothering me..."

Before Yang Xuelan thought of coming to the factory, she saw a pile of promotional papers on the streets of Nanping City.

"It's chaotic everywhere now, but the factory is much calmer. Everyone is just worrying about food and wages. Unlike those people outside, they look for cancer and beat the enemy. How can there be so many enemies?"

"Yeah, it's all messed up."

Yao Heming sighed, thinking of the old Su's house, "Jinghai City should be more chaotic now, right? I don't know if Jinbao's mother is okay. Her identity is very sensitive, and she is the easiest to be targeted."

"I'm also worried about Lulu. I haven't contacted them 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, so she clapped her hands suddenly, "That's right! This is a suburb of the city, not as remote as Fengnan County. Can we write letters to Lulu?"

"That's right, we can communicate with Old Su's family now!"

After hearing what her parents said, Yao Hua, who had been expressionless before, suddenly had a little mood swing.

Yang Xuelan saw his son's thoughts, smiled and said to him: "Huahua, you wrote several drawers of letters to Jinbao before, and mother will help you send these letters to Jinbao, okay?"

"Jinbao is illiterate, so send it to her, but she can't understand..."

Speaking of Jinbao, the taciturn Yao Hua suddenly became talkative, "But Auntie Bai can read it to her, but there are some things I just want to say to Jinbao alone, and I don't want Auntie Bai to know...how about I Shall I write another one?"

Yang Xuelan suppressed a smile, "Okay, hurry up and write, remember to write down our current address clearly so that Jinbao can reply."

"Will Jinbao write me back?" Yao Hua's eyes lit up, but soon dimmed, "Jinbao doesn't know how to write, so she definitely can't write me back, but maybe she will paint for me? Jinbao still remember me?"

With anticipation and worry in his heart, he was unable to write for a long time.

It was already 20 days before a letter was finally written.

Yao Hua thought about what to say to Jin Bao all day long, there were so many things she wanted to say, but she couldn't say clearly.

He wanted to tell her that in the past few years without her by his side, he lived so lonely, and he didn't have a single friend to talk to.

He wanted to tell her that he wrote her many, many letters, hundreds of letters, the content of which even his mother had never read, and recorded some trivial things, a bit like a diary, he just wanted to give Jin Bao Look, there are things in it that he only wants to say to Jin Bao alone.

Often a few sheets of paper were filled with writing, Yao Hua felt bad, crumpled up the letter paper and threw it into the wastebasket.

The last letter sent to Jinbao only contained a very brief content.

"Jin Bao, hello, I'm Yao Hua, do you remember me? I moved to a new house, and I'm writing to you from Room 1, 402st Floor, Nanping Machinery Factory Building. I'm fine. How about you? You Okay? Can you write? Can you draw?

I really want to receive your reply. It’s fine if you don’t write or draw. Just send me a few strokes and I’ll be very happy. "

(End of this chapter)