Han Songlin thought about the banquet in the countryside and he began to drool a little. Sweet and sour pork, braised pork; when he was young, he didn't understand how delicious they were, and he felt that they were very greasy.
In the future, it will really be rare for him to come back and eat a banquet. It can even be said that he has a kind of severance with his hometown.
There are reasons related to work, and there are also reasons of his own.
The hotpot dinner didn't last long, and it was over at 8 o'clock.
Without saying anything about driving, etc., the two families parted at the intersection by the streetlight.
Han Songlin pushed the stroller, his thoughts a little scattered, wondering if he should go to the county government tomorrow and talk to Zhou Youwei.
Now Zhou Youwei is the county magistrate.
On the other hand, he is thinking about the banquet the day after tomorrow.
Right, there's also Han Ze. What's Han Ze doing now?
Is Han Ze playing in the mud with his bottom bare?
In the city, there doesn't seem to be any mud to play in.
It's still nice in the countryside. If you want to play in the mud, just go to the fields and scoop some up.
Make little people and cars.
Take a stick and build a road on the ground.
Take a sickle from home and dig a hole in the ground.
Sometimes, I really miss these things.
Perhaps he was tired, because in the evening, Han Songlin did not toss and turn with Liu Yuyan, but held her close, smelling her faint body scent, and slept soundly.
Early the next morning, Han Songlin got up and woke Han Ting up.
He quickly dressed Han Ting, who had to go to kindergarten on Monday.
Looking at Han Ting's dazed state, Han Songlin was reminded of his own childhood, which was just like this.
It was said that children should not get up too early, so they should sleep enough before getting up.
To be honest, that was pure overthinking.
Everyone had been a child before, and surely there was no shortage of people who could count how sleepy they were in the morning when they were young.
In winter, how did children feel about getting up from the warm covers?
Han Ting had a quick wash and brush, and was given some anti-freeze cream to put on her hands.
The shoes by the door were picked up and put on her feet.
And then there was the hair.
Han Songlin felt that there was nothing major wrong with it, so he casually brushed it with a comb.
Done!
Very good, Han Ting looked beautiful in the morning light.
Zhang Suyun was older and woke up earlier, so she sat on the sofa and watched Han Songlin busy about.
It's best not to interfere with the young people. She remembered that last time, Liu Yuyan said that Yang Xiuyin had dressed Han Ting a bit too country-style.
Zhang Suyun thought it looked quite nice at the time.
Han Songlin carried Han Ting's little school bag and hugged her as they left the house: 'Mum, I'll take Han Ting to kindergarten first. What would you like to eat? I'll bring it back for you!'
'Just buy whatever you like!'
'How about some xiaolongbao and dumplings?'
'Yes, please!'
Han Songlin took Han Ting out for breakfast before driving her to kindergarten and seeing her in. Han Songlin and the kindergarten teacher exchanged smiles and greetings before turning back.
On the way back, Han Songlin bought food again.
By the time they got home, Liu Yuyan was already up.
'Did you drop her off?'
'Yes, I bought steamed dumplings and dumplings, still warm. Mom, did you cook the congee?'
Zhang Suyun: 'It's already been cooked, it's in the rice cooker.'
'Then eat it while it's still hot!'
Han Songlin devoured a small steamed bun in two bites. The taste was really good. The filling was especially filling.
'In the evening, ask Songcai and the others to come over and eat at home! I'm going to the winery to take a look, I probably won't be back for lunch, so you guys just eat by yourselves!'
Liu Yuyan nodded: 'Well, later, Mom and I will go to the market to buy some vegetables and meat.'
As for the braised pork?
Generally speaking, if you sell something, you don't eat it very much.
It's not that it's not hygienic because you made it yourself, or that you put something in it.
It's just that you get used to something and don't want to eat it anymore.
Han Songlin had wanted to remind Liu Yuyan to be careful, but before he could say anything, he realised that he seemed to be getting a little carried away with his concerns.
Han Songlin now understood a little bit why in ancient times, the rich and powerful families liked to confine their women to the home.
Han Songlin drove to the Fule Wine Industry Branch No. 1.
At the entrance to the factory, Han Songlin stopped the car.
There was always something missing.
On the upright pillar at the entrance to the factory, there hung a solitary vertical tablet with black characters on a white background.
It read the full name of Fule Wine Industry, Lechi County Fule Wine Industry Co., Ltd.
'Oh yes, it's missing a big stone with the four characters Fule Wine engraved on it, and it needs to be painted red.' Han Songlin thought for a while before remembering what was missing.
After this, whether it was a school, a company, or an organisation, they all liked to put a big stone at the entrance and then have the characters engraved on it.
What's this called?
Engraving the name on stone!
Since the Western Han Dynasty general and champion Hou Yu, the son of Emperor Wu, sealed the name Wolf Dwelling on the Wall, and the Eastern Han Dynasty general Dou Xian had a stone tablet erected at Yan'an, sealing the name Wolf Dwelling on the Wall and Yan'an on stone tablets has since become the pursuit of the highest military achievement.
To be honest, just hearing about it makes a man's heart yearn for it.
Now that people have no way of achieving such an accomplishment, it's good to have a formality at the door.
'Gee, I have to do this too?' Han Songlin laughed and shook his head. He then told Liu Xiaomei to follow up.
Inside the guardhouse, when they saw the car approaching, they quickly lifted the railings at the entrance.
Nowadays, the factory's requirements are becoming more and more strict. Usually, unrelated personnel should not casually enter the factory and play around.
There's nothing to do in town, so many children like to come and play in the factory.
If they fall into the pit, won't the factory have to pay compensation?
Han Songlin glanced at the guard. The previous old man had naturally been dismissed.
When he was dismissed, Han Songlin also gave him a severance payment of a thousand yuan.
When Han Songlin drove past the town before, he saw him sitting in front of the gate smoking a dry pipe.
A dry pipe, or yizhuan, is a pipe that is not processed in any way, and is either wrapped directly in tobacco leaves, or simply cut into shreds, and then smoked using a special pipe.
The smell is quite pungent, and it is generally only the elderly in the countryside who smoke this stuff.
It looked a bit familiar, but Han Songlin couldn't call the person's name.
The factory's gatekeeper, as well as some of the factory workers, were all found by Han Songlin asking Han Songqing.
Han Songqing knew a lot of people, and when Han Ze was a child, he never wanted to go out with him because they would bump into acquaintances every few steps.
When you bump into an acquaintance, you have to chat and catch up!
After growing up, Han Ze came to think that having a lot of friends is actually not a bad thing.
Many opportunities are introduced to you by friends.
Of course, it is best if these friends have a certain social status; the circle of friends is at the same level as you. To be honest, it is basically impossible to break through upwards.
Because these friends of yours can't help you!
This is a little utilitarian, but that's the reality.
Han Songlin believed that Han Songqing would not bring just anyone, or at least someone who Han Songqing felt was more reliable.
After giving the guard a glance and nodding at him, Han Songlin drove directly into the factory.