Chapter 302: Don’t Get Cocky!
Sister Hua nodded in agreement and sighed, “In the past two years, the authorities advocated for one is not enough, two is just right, three is too many, and also promoted late marriage, late childbearing, fewer births and better quality. I think it’s good. Too many children mean more worries. If my family had only two instead of four now, it would be less stressful.”
Sister Qiao’s family chimed in, then she glanced back at the neighborhood committee’s main door, where Qin Hengzhi and Lu Qiaoge, that pair, parted ways.
One drove off, the other returned to the work unit.
Youth is wonderful—you can date a partner, come and go freely, do whatever you want, no burdens or ties. After work, you can go home if you want, or if not, go to the state-run restaurant for a meal and watch a movie with good friends.
Not like them—even if their husbands can cook, they still have to stay home every day.
Cooking, doing housework, taking care of the elderly, children’s work, studies, romances, marriages, and so on. After they all start families and careers, you have to look after their children too. Then when the parents get older, you have to care for them even more. Anyway, enjoying one’s old age in peace doesn’t exist in Dragon Country.
But isn’t everyone living like this?
Lu Qiaoge didn’t know that these two elder sisters’ views on romance, marriage, and men’s aesthetics had been chirping like crickets all the way.
She tidied up her desk, everyone had left, she locked the door, got on her bicycle, and went home too.
Unexpectedly, during the rest after lunch, Lu Qiaoling suddenly asked Old Mrs. Lu, “Grandma, it’s been a long time since we heard any news from Second Uncle-in-law. Has he gotten married now?”
Old Mrs. Lu was stunned.
After a long pause, she calmly said, “He should have his own family and children by now. Not contacting is the right thing, otherwise he and his wife… would probably feel uncomfortable too.”
Though calm, by the end, there was still inevitable pain.
Her whole life—widowed young, raising three children alone.
The children finally grew up, she thought good days were coming, then it was a white-haired person sending off a black-haired one.
Half of her days were soaked in tears and bitterness.
If her daughter were still alive, she could have a very happy life with Chen Liangsheng now.
Liang Sheng is a good kid, he stayed loyal to her daughter for so many years, that’s enough. She has no right to insist he never remarries. If Liang Sheng is doing well, she’s happy too.
She glared at her curious granddaughter and said grumpily, “All day long, I don’t know what you’re thinking about besides work and studies. I see you’re just idle—go clean the kitchen.”
The old lady unceremoniously shooed her away, but hid in the bedroom secretly wiping tears.
Time was too long— so long that no one mentioned her daughter anymore, even the person who loved her most had decided to forget her.
With teary eyes, the old lady took out a photo. It was a young woman in military uniform with beautiful features—this was her second daughter.
Her eyes were very much like Qiao Ge’s, and her smile curved into a crescent moon too.
Lu Qiaoge glanced at Grandma’s bedroom. The old lady had clearly remembered Second Aunt and was sad, but it wasn’t a good time to say anything.
Lu Qiaoling quietly came over and said to Lu Qiaoge, “You go comfort Grandma. I, I was just curious and asked.”
Lu Qiaoge: “It’s fine, let Grandma be alone for a while.”
Meng Xia came over, untied the apron around her waist, and said to the two whispering daughters, “Don’t worry about it. I know how to comfort your grandma, but Qiao Ling, I’m telling you, don’t mention that person from the northwest in the future, got it?”
Lu Qiaoge’s eyes turned, and she asked, “Mom, why can’t we mention him? After all, he’s always been good to our family.”
Meng Xia waved her hand: “Chen Liangsheng has already done his duty. Now he has his own family, so it’s not good to keep in touch with us anymore.”
This time Lu Qiaoge was sure—the matter of Chen Liangsheng’s disappearance, the Lu Family probably didn’t know.
Otherwise Meng Xia wouldn’t say that.
Lu Qiaoge smoothly changed the topic.
In the afternoon at work, Lu Qiaoge went straight to the food factory. The title of infrastructure madman wasn’t just talk—it had been around for a long time. At the founding of Dragon Country, though everything was backward, the speed of building new homes was still fast.
Now the food factory had taken initial shape.
Especially the instant noodles production workshop and other department offices.
They were basically built according to Lu Qiaoge’s ideas.
Lu Qiaoge’s planning was for fifteen years, designed quite simply—after all, reform and opening up was an inevitable trend. In the future, government and enterprises would separate, the food factory would become a food company, and it definitely couldn’t be tied to the military factory—it had to stand alone.
Otherwise, how to implement expanding the factory building and building staff apartments in 516?
But even so, such a factory building was a source of pride in the workers’ eyes.
Rows of tall factory buildings, offices with snow-white walls.
And a reserved canteen.
That scale was built to the standard for a thousand people.
You tell me, wouldn’t that give the workers energy?
Lu Qiaoge didn’t set up an office for herself here, but Meng Qingshan still reserved one.
Lu Qiaoge followed Meng Qingshan on a tour. She glanced at Meng Qingshan and said in a cordial tone, “Brother Meng, you’ve done very well. With the factory in your hands, I truly feel at ease.”
Meng Qingshan was now deputy director, different from before. Those who used to look down on him now smiled when they saw him.
Just like what his parents warned him about.
Poor in the bustling city, no one asks; rich in the deep mountains, distant relatives come.
It wasn’t that Meng Qingshan was so great—it was because he was now the deputy director of the food factory. Though it was a neighborhood committee enterprise, the factory still needed recruitment, so he became hot property. Even we benefited from it. But if you weren’t this deputy director now, see how many people would bother with you?
So, guard against arrogance and impetuosity, don’t get carried away!
His parents’ words made sense, and he naturally listened.
So now Meng Qingshan had a calm and composed air about him.
That meant Lu Qiaoge had to act more approachable.
After praising him a bit, Lu Qiaoge went to the handicraft factory. In the afternoon, Zhou Li and Lin Jun’an had both taken leave.
But the factory was still running very well.
Fan Xiaoyu was young, but in this industry, it’s not about age—it’s about craftsmanship. If your craftsmanship is good, even if you’re young, they’ll still call you master.
In this era, calling someone master was like calling them teacher.
Workers with skills were very sought after.
Lu Qiaoge finished her patrol, and it wasn’t even three o’clock yet. She thought for a moment, got on her bicycle, and went to the foreign trade section.
She wanted to call Zhen Xi again.
This time the phone connected, and on the other end was Zhen Xi’s weak voice, but he still sounded normal.
As long as he was normal, communication would be easy.
Lu Qiaoge breathed a sigh of relief.
Before Lu Qiaoge could speak, Zhen Xi said indifferently on the other end, “Please rest assured, Director Lu. All contracts I, Zhen Xi, signed with you will remain valid even if I get sick or die—there won’t be any changes.”
Lu Qiaoge: ……
This guy really— as if she was only worried about the orders.
She had called today purely for his health.
But with this determination, he should be fine for a while.
Seeing the treasures’ replies warmed her heart—otherwise, just looking at the grades wouldn’t make it easy to keep going~ Love you all~
