PDLP Chapter 141: Newspaper
Chapter 141: Newspaper
Southwestern disaster area.
Countless people were displaced after the earthquake, but the relief grain from the imperial court was slow to arrive.
Some disaster victims flocked to Wu County, but found that the city gates were closed and no one was allowed to enter or leave.
Just when they were in despair, a caravan claiming to be from Taoyuan Village arrived with life-saving food.
The large loaf of bread is fragrant, sweet and filling. It weighs five pounds and can be eaten by one person for three days. It only costs five cents.
White refined rice costs 20 cents per pound, which is cheaper than before the earth dragon turned over.
They can't afford refined rice, but they can buy some black bread.
In addition to black bread, there are also some cheap jackets and thick cotton shoes.
??“Taoyuan Village” is also famous throughout the southwest.
??But the people of Taoyuan Village don’t care whether they are famous now or not. In the factory in the west district, the sewing machines are so busy that they are smoking.
??The more I talked, the angrier I got. I rolled around on the kang with a chubby face. "You were badmouthed for being the city lord's wife! Now it's badmouthed. You've become the village chief, with a bunch of things to worry about every day, while he's living the life of a wife! You're the one in charge! You're the wife! You should be the wife!"
??Yu Chaosheng pursed his lips, and I was hit again.
??Ba Gouzi slurped his saliva and said, "Bad! You wait for them!"
??You and your sister were inspired by your aunt and spent two days to come up with a new flavor. Today you are here to teach the workers in the bakery.
??Pan Yingying glared at you, "Of course he is busy. You have done everything for him. He only needs to count money every day and read these eye-catching speeches."
??Fat Tiger thought Pan Yingying was playing with him, so he jumped up and tried to pull me, but I slapped him and pushed him onto the kang.
??Xu Yuanzhi was going crazy. Was his mother not letting him sleep?
??Pan Yingying snorted, "Really? It's too heavy."
??Outside the garment factory, things were bustling with activity. Mrs. Wang was working on a sewing machine while discussing the styles of the last batch of clothes with Wu Shuxian.
My mother almost lost control of her temper and slapped me on the front of my head, but she endured it again and again, "One month is one month. He was naughty during that month. After that, buy him a new coat!"
"It's bad, it's bad. It's just one month. You'll be working for one day less." Ba Gouzi tilted his head and lowered his voice deliberately.
??The director and deputy director of the bakery are two sisters-in-law, Liu Juhua and Zhao Meixiang. When they saw sisters Yu Chuner and Xu Yuanzhi coming over, they immediately looked like they saw their saviors and pulled you aside to have a talk.
??Yu Qiuer finally figured out why I was unhappy. It turned out that it was because she saw that she was so relaxed while I was so busy, and she felt balanced.
I held Batian's snow-white paw and squeezed it twice, thinking that the tiger's son was being bathed by people outside the yard every day, and the tiger's paw must smell so good.
??Ba Gouzi pouted his lips, and he was not completely willing in his heart.
??Pan Yingying turned over in anger, and I smelled as good as I do after taking a shower.
??The bakery was right next door, so Qiang Binli saw Yu Chuner and Xu Yuanzhi coming over hand in hand.
??Although he only writes seven cents a day, the village chief said that if I print it before it is finished, it will definitely sell well and I will get a share of the profits, so I have to finish it and print it quickly.
Hehe, I am such a smart guy.
??Liu Ru sat obediently on a big stool beside you, reading "Eight Character Classic", while her brother Liu Zhen sat side by side with you, holding a copy of "Four Chapters on the Mathematical Art" in his hand.
Pan Yingying threw the paper aside, lay down lazily, and let out a long sigh.
Qiang Binli also waved her hand, "You and your sister have developed a new flavor, make some and bring some home for them to try!"
"Mom, I still have to write a storybook! I have to update it tomorrow morning. Can I not go today?"
??Qiang Binli moved over and sat on me, slapping me under the arm. "What's wrong with him? Did Fat Tiger provoke him?"
??Now the "Taoyuan Garment Factory" is under the management of you two, one the factory director and the other the deputy factory director, and you are very busy every day.
??As soon as Xu Yuanzhi got out of school, Yan Cuicui dragged him to the garment factory to work.
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The caravan came back and said that no one thought the taste of the small bread was too bland, and they were now considering changing the offer.
??But I was the worst sewing machine operator in our family. My mother said that as long as I could earn seven taels that month, she would go to the East District to buy me a pig.
??Ba Gouzi's eyes lit up, and he waved to you, "Chun'er and Qiu'er, are they coming to work today too?"
?After that, I won a place in the pig-killing competition, and I have been thinking about buying a pig to practice.
Yan Cuicui grabbed his ear and said, "How much do some picture books earn in a day? You can earn five cents for sewing a piece of clothing. If you are quicker, you can earn one penny in two nights!"
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??Yes, I will write secretly tonight and there will be no one around.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? Menopause? Puberty?"
??Yu Qiuer was puzzled, so she went over to take a look and saw that guy’s mouth was pouting so much that an oil bottle could be hung on it.
Qiang Binli's pen name is Chaoyang Masses. My family usually calls me the village chief, and when we read storybooks, they call me Mr. Chaoyang.
You plan to hand over "Taoyuan Daily" to Liu Mingxuan, and the editors-in-chief of "Taoyuan Women's Newspaper" and "Taoyuan Men's Newspaper" will be Liu Lin and Lin Da'e.
The plot of Pan Yingying marrying Long Aotian was not even halfway through, and it was a bottleneck period at that time. Seeing you laughing here after finishing writing, Huaiqi looked over.
During that time, Xiaojia was busy working in the factory to earn money, and no one went to the bulletin board. Pan Yingying felt that her articles had readers and she was happy instead of being depressed, so she thought of starting a newspaper so that Xiaojia could still read the storybooks in her spare time.
??As soon as Qiang Binli arrived at the entrance of the garment factory, he made eye contact with several classmates.
??They were all dragged to work.
??It is Ba Gouzi who wants the coat. I would rather use the money for the coat to buy a pig. I must win the first place in the last pig-killing competition!
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??also turned over and sulked with his back to Yu Qiuer.
??A while ago, amid the creaking sound of Yu Qiu'er's clenched fists, my voice was as soft as the buzzing of a mosquito, "You just think we are too busy and don't have time to enjoy the future."
??Whether they were young wives or young men, or women and men, they either went to bakeries, garment factories or shoe factories.
Yu Qiuer scratched her head, looking suspicious, "But you are busy..."
?? Qiang Binli turned over like a pancake and asked, "Who are you making fun of?"
Batian moved over from the corner of the kang and stuck close to me, then put his hind paws on my chest.
You are going to start a newspaper.
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??It’s bad, same village, same mother.
Those who are capable should do less work. Anyway, we are going to return the factory.
Yu Qiuer sat cross-legged under the kang and wrote the seven words "Taoyuan Daily".
Yu Qiuer took a piece of paper and put it in front of me. "Chaoyang people, come and write a letter to solicit contributions."
I shook it off and pushed it away. "Go, go, go find his mother!"
We can also try to sell newspapers to Yaocheng and Ningning, and it is said that we can definitely sell them to Guanli.
??Yan Cuicui listened to my excuses. Now, except for my father-in-law who had to finish his evening class, the whole family was working in the garment factory. Of course, I, a big bastard who ate everything that was left over, had to go too.