On the morning of the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, Wang Zhong rushed to the Songhuajiang Soy Sauce Factory.

The soy sauce factory is not close to the phototype, but at least it is much closer than the lumber factory.

There is a Qu Xiuzhen in the Key Soy Sauce Factory. Throughout the original work, this little old lady and her old man Ma Shouchang, the old couple see clearly, see clearly and far, and do not feel that they are superior to the workers below.

They work well together, and they are dedicated to the public good and do their best to serve the country and the people, which makes people admire and like them.

"Secretary Qu, this is Zhou Bingkun, the new guy from the slag discharging workshop." A clerk from the Human Resources Department led Wang Zhong to knock on the door of Qu Xiuzhen's office and brought Wang Zhong in.

"I know, you go to work first!" Behind the desk, the little old lady with short hair above her ears, holding a pen and writing something unknown, raised her head.

Spiritual, capable and majestic, this was the first impression the little old lady gave Wang Zhong.

"Are you Zhou Bingkun?" The little old lady stood up from behind the desk, looked at Wang Zhong with her hands behind her back, and walked towards him.

Wang Zhongdao: "Reporting to Secretary Qu, I am Zhou Bingkun."

Qu Xiuzhen walked around Wang Zhong, looked him up and down, and patted Wang Zhong on the shoulder: "You have a good physique."

"You must have some strength."

Wang Zhong said: "It's OK."

"Are you familiar with Cai Xiaoguang?" Old Mrs. Qu asked.

There is nothing to hide, especially in front of Qu Xiuzhen: "Brother Xiaoguang and my sister are classmates."

"The factory director Cai Xiaoguang was looking for originally wanted to arrange you into the MSG workshop, but I didn't agree and sent you into the slag removal workshop." Qu Xiuzhen already knew that Wang Zhong was the one who saved him outside the bath.

The old man's benefactor, but he still didn't know who Wang Zhong was, so he wanted to see it with his own eyes.

"It would be great to have a job. As for where it is, I can do it!"

"Besides, I went to the MSG workshop at such a young and strong age, so we can't let female comrades go to the slag removal workshop!" Wang Zhong said in a neither humble nor condescending manner.

"What's on your mind?" Qu Xiuzhen asked, standing in front of him and looking at Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong nodded with a magnanimous look.

Qu Xiuzhen raised her hand and patted Wang Zhong's arm, with a smile on her face: "This is so good."

"Let's go, I'll take you to the slag removal workshop."

In the slag discharging workshop, Qu Xiuzhen clapped her hands to stop everyone who was working, introduced Wang Zhong to them, told them to work hard, and left.

After the little old lady left, the workers began to introduce themselves one after another, Cao Debao, Lu Chuan, and Tang Xiangyang.

Sure enough, the remaining three of the six gentlemen in the original work have already arrived at the soy sauce factory.

Wang Zhong only wanted to complete the system's tasks and make Zheng Juan happy, safe and smooth in her life.

As for the rest, just let nature take its course.

There is no technical skill in the work of removing slag, the key is to work hard.

After a while, the four of them were all busy.

Among the three, Tang Xiangyang came from a scholarly family, his parents were both teachers, and Lu Chuan's family used to do small business. Cao Debao was the talkative and clever.

The work of slag discharging was very tiring, and the temperature in the slag discharging workshop was so high that I was sweating all over after a while. In the past, there was no fan, so I could only open the windows to dissipate heat. But it was freezing outside, and the cold wind was like a knife.

If it is steamed and then frozen, people are prone to go wrong.

Qu Xiuzhen managed to get some large fans a few years ago, and this problem was finally solved.

Holding a shovel and shoveling the slag from the large steamer into the cart is similar to shoveling sand and cement on a construction site. It is not only labor-intensive but also costly.

Even with Wang Xian's current physique, he would be quite exhausted after a day's work.

But Wang Zhong not only did not feel that this life was not possible, but actually enjoyed it a little bit.

Working for a day is much better than lifting weights in some gym. The arms, shoulders, waist and abdomen, and even legs are all exercised.

For this reason, Wang Zhong did not hesitate to exchange points for 3 potential points, all of which were focused on physical fitness.

[Host: Wang Zhong (Zhou Bingkun)

Age:21

Body:15

Strength:12

Speed:13

God:20

Skills: Cooking (lv3), Sanda (lv2), Calligraphy (lv2), Driving (lv2), Architecture (lv2), English (lv2), Chinese Medicine (lv1), Carpentry (lv2), Mathematics (lv1), Physics (

lv1), Chemistry (lv1), Writing (lv2)

Potential points: 0

Skill points: 10

System points: 70]

Physique, strength, and speed can all be improved through exercise, but the all-round improvement is slower. In Wang Zhong's vision, physique is the foundation. Only when the physique improves, will it be difficult to improve strength, speed, and even spirit.

will decrease.

After all, an all-round hexagonal warrior with no shortcomings is Wang Zhong's ultimate goal.

The only pity is that there are a few points, which are not enough.

But the work in the slag discharging workshop is definitely enough.

After getting off work, he changed into his own clothes. Wang Zhong didn't stay in the factory for long. He said hello to a few people and got on his bicycle and went straight home.

In the old Zhou family, Zheng Juan took the coat, hat and gloves from Wang Zhong, "Are you used to the first day of work?"

Wang Zhong walked to the washstand, picked up a thermos bottle and poured some hot water into the basin: "It's okay, there are many people in the workshop, and they take turns, so it's not very tiring."

"Where's Mom?" Li Suhua was nowhere to be seen in the room.

"I went to Aunt Qiao's house for a visit, and she asked us not to wait for her to eat." Zheng Juan wore an apron, her hair was still tied into two braids, hanging down from both sides, and her skin looked much fairer and more moist than before.

Young, no girlish youthfulness, more mature womanly charm.

"I must have eaten at Aunt Qiao's house. We can eat ours without waiting for her." Wang Zhong said with a smile.

Zheng Juan stood by the stove: "After washing, go and sit in the room. The food will be ready soon!"

Dinner was corn buns with pickles, millet porridge with lard residue, fried cabbage, and a plate of sliced ​​pork, full of aroma.

One of the reasons why Wang Zhong chose to go to the soy sauce factory was this. If he didn't do some hard physical work, how could Li Suhua be willing to eat meat.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After eating and reading the newspaper for a while, when Zheng Juan finished cleaning up, Wang Zhong took her out for a walk.

As we walked, we arrived at Taiping Hutong and went to Zheng's house. We chatted with Zheng's mother and Guangming for a while. Seeing that it was getting late and late, Zheng's mother pushed her out of the door.

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At night, there were no lights in the house. After the rain, Zheng Juan lay in Wang Chong's arms, enjoying the rare tenderness.

Wang Zhong closed his eyes and entered the sage moment: "There is something I forgot to tell you. Your mother is used to saving money. She is reluctant to eat meat. She even eats less white flour and rice. Guangming is still young. Your mother's age

Now that we are older, we need nutrition. We didn’t have the conditions before and had no choice. Now that we have the conditions at home, we can’t eat too poorly.”

"But if you gave her the money and tickets directly, she would probably be reluctant to use them. She would definitely exchange them for coarse grains on the black market."

"In this way, we will bring some rice and white flour every few days, take it directly over and cook it for them, and we will stay and eat with them, so that your mother will have nothing to say."

One of the two fans of pork that Wang Zhong bought years ago was given to the Zheng family. Given Aunt Zheng and Guangming's frugal temperament, they could eat the meat for more than half a year. If they hadn't been unable to store it in the summer, they would have been able to eat it.

One year.

"How can this be done?" Wang Zhong thought so thoroughly that Zheng Juan was very moved, but she was used to being thrifty but she was unwilling to spend such money: "I haven't eaten much of the rice and noodles you gave me a year ago, and there is still a bit of meat left.

Where’s the big tank? Besides, our family also has to live.”

It's not that Zheng Juan doesn't want Wang Zhong to support her natal family, but that in this era, ordinary people don't live well, and even writing pictures are not a wealthy place.

As for Lao Zhou's family, although the conditions are good, they don't have meat and white flour and rice to eat every day. Most of the time, the family only eats corn mush with mixed noodles, steamed buns and pickled cabbage.

Wang Zhong raised his hand and scratched Zheng Juan's nose, smiled softly and said softly: "I'm not the kind of person who likes to make a bloated face and pretend to be fat. Besides, it's all our own money that Dad will send back.

All the money was collected by my mother."

Zheng Juan did not speak, but hugged Wang Zhong a little harder, with tears glistening in her big bright eyes.

Zheng Juan also knows this. If nothing else, there are nearly a hundred bills in the small iron box for the Great Unity and the household expenses, and now Zheng Juan gets every royalties for Wang Zhong.

Yes, today Zheng Juan is an out-and-out little rich woman.

However, all kinds of tickets are limited, and the number of fine grain and meat tickets is even smaller. According to Wang Zhong's wishes, he can only buy them on the black market, which is much more expensive.

"Bingkun, you are so good to me, I...even if I work like a cow or a horse in this life, I will never be able to repay your kindness!" Zheng Juan trembled a little, her voice choked, and struggled out of Wang Zhong's arms.

looked at Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong reached out and took Zheng Juan back into his arms: "Husband and wife are one, what is yours and mine."

Then he rolled his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and whispered in Zheng Juan's ear: "If you are really sorry, then give me some children as soon as possible!" The hot breath in Zheng Juan's pink ears

Turn around.

With a teasing tone, Zheng Juan's pretty face immediately turned red.

"A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold. A waste of time is a waste of life!"

"We can't do this kind of thing."

As he spoke, Wang Zhong turned over and took a bite of the pink lips that were trying to resist him.

"嘤嘤嘤~~~"

"Slow down, don't be anxious!" Zheng Juan already had a hint of trembling in her voice.

"A good night is short, and besides, it's such a cold day, it would be a big loss if you don't do some exercise and freeze." Wang Zhong said confidently.

Zheng Juan was stunned by what he said, and when she saw the serious and confident look on his face, she almost couldn't help but burst into laughter.

In the outer room, Li Suhua had already fallen asleep, but as she got older, her sleep became shallower.

If she followed the way they worked until midnight every day, she would definitely be able to hold her eldest grandson in her arms soon.
Chapter completed!