When the equipment installation of the biscuit workshop was completed, a group of old employees of the original biscuit workshop came from the old factory, and the most prominent one was naturally Yang Dexin, the director of the workshop.

Director Yang is tall and burly, always feel that there is inexhaustible strength, look particularly strong, he gets along very well with the workers around him, all the employees under his leadership, he is convinced of his work ability and character, his voice is sonorous and powerful, his words are concise and capable, he is always smiling, his face clearly highlights the traces of the years, he must be a generation of handsome men when he is young.

He is sincere, conscientious, and he has the friendliest friends, Lu Yuemei, Wang Jing, Lu Fenfang, Yang Yingying and Da Mozi and others, it is said that they have worked together for more than ten years, can be regarded as the closest people between colleagues, just like a family to stay in the factory.

Their arrival made the atmosphere of Liyuan Spring lively, the busy scene in the workshop, the laughter and roaring, and the noisy sound of the machine boiling, completely changing the lifeless and tense atmosphere in the past. Early in the morning, Director Yang began to prepare for the work, a long assembly line of each section of the personnel responsible for their own area, ready, Director Yang pinched his fingers, a loud whistle came out, and the employees from afar could receive the order and moved.

Director Yang always carries a short stick in his hand, and checks all the way along the running equipment, and smashes it with a stick if it is not smooth, at this time, the big moth crosses his waist with both hands, and is busy stuffing something into his mouth with one hand, and points at Director Yang with one hand and yells: "Bring your mallet to me and use it!" Director Yang cracked his mouth and smiled: "Can I give you my mallet?"

The big moth rolled his eyes and spit out the thing he had just been fed into his mouth to the ground, "I'm still thinking about the old lady, give me the stick in your hand!" Director Yang was stunned and just smiled stupidly, and then put out a sentence: "Big moth, remember to return it to me when you run out!"

The big moth pulled the material on the conveyor belt with a stick with one hand, wiped it on the sleeve with the other hand, the sweat on her face flowed down, the thick foundation on her cheeks was ruthlessly washed, and the whole big cat with a flower face pursed her mouth and said: "You big sheep's head, I want you to eat it with a broken stick! Give you a ball!" The big moth raised his hand and threw the stick, Director Yang saw this and stretched out his hand to try to block the sideways flash, only to see the wooden stick snap and fall into two, Director Yang gritted his teeth and glared at the big moth and shouted: "I'm dripping, it's broken!"

The big moth put his hands into his trouser pocket, twisted his big crotch and said with a smile: "It's broken, okay! Who told you not to use it!" Director Yang picked up the stick, looked at the big moth's face and snorted, cracked his mouth and laughed, covering his stomach with one hand, pointing at the big moth's face with the other hand, and laughing with his belly: "Look at your face, it's like a ghost......" At this time, the big moth took out a small round mirror from his pocket and looked up, and exclaimed: "~Babble!

The boss pushed the door and walked into the workshop, and saw Director Yang holding his stomach and half-squatting on the ground, and asked suspiciously: "What are you doing? Stupid! Lying on the ground like a sheep's belly......" Director Yang quickly got up, rubbed his face with two smiles and tears and replied: "~It's okay, it's a little stomachache~". Yang Yingying, who was on the other side of the oven, walked straight over, her little feet ran neatly, while rubbing the stains on her hands, and shouted in a low voice from afar: "Director Yang, come and see Haza, the color of the biscuits is wrong!" At this time, Director Yang and the boss sped up and heard the sound and left.

At the end of the furnace, the boss and Director Yang tilted their heads and looked down at the furnace, the boss slowly raised his head and looked focused, and walked towards the oven control cabinet, he slowed down the speed of the oven at will, and then returned to the exit to observe, looking at it nervously and shouted: "It's broken~ It's broken... It's fucking on fire......" Looking down, you can directly see the raging fire in the tunnel furnace, and the boss shouted: "Yang Yingying! Turn off the fire!" ~ I'm dripping God, I'm going to scold my mother!" Yang Yingying hurriedly ran to turn off the gas switch, and sweat instantly flowed two marks on her white face.

Although the ignition was turned off, it did not weaken the wanton burning of the fire, and slowly a ball of flames came out from the outlet of the oven along the conveyor belt, and Wang Jing, Xu Ying, Director Ma, Da Mozi and Wang Ping came one after another.

The boss yelled at Wang Ping: "Go quickly, bring water, don't stand there like a dead man, take water to extinguish the fire!" A handful of Wang Ping, who was standing on the side, pushed him violently, Wang Ping almost fell, and pointed at Wang Ping and shouted: "Go quickly!" Director Yang beckoned the employees to clean up quickly with one hand, and held a scraper with the other hand to dispose of the waste products burned into black charcoal.

Wang Ping staggered with a bucket, he was tired and panting, wiping the sweat on his head with his sleeves, while shouting: "The water is coming, the water is coming!" Wang Jing and Xu Ying saw the water coming, ran in small steps, reached into the bucket and washed it, everyone came to wash their hands, Wang Ping's fleshy expression looked at the crystal clear water in the bucket and instantly stained it like ink, shook his head, and sat aside to rest.

Director Ma came over and asked Yang Yingying: "What's the matter, it's burned like this......... Hehe~ Is it Director Yang who is not right...". I couldn't help but snicker. Yang Yingying replied: "It's the boss's tune, it's about Lord Yang!" As he spoke, he was busy cleaning up the ground.

The big moth was sneezing fiercely at the waste foam while cleaning up the waste, and the black ash rose with a pop, and screamed: "Oh! Look at it, look at it, the makeup that has just been repaired has become a bag of public face again!"

Director Yang grinned to death while pulling the scrap. Lu Fenfang held a broom in her right hand and a dustpan in her left hand like a little sparrow, chirping and arguing: "What are you doing! What are you doing, what are you doing, you're all busy...... The boss rubbed his eyes, looked at the charcoal-like waste, and left silently with a heavy heart behind his hands, and after a while, Director Ma also followed.

Wang Jing said to everyone: "Let's have dinner in the evening, look at the tiredness today!" Xu Ying said happily: "That's it, it's good to go out and relax!"

The big moth jumped up happily, and everyone said to the big moth in unison, "You should go and touch up your makeup!"

Everyone heard the sound of thunder again, it was Wang Ping who was asleep with a bucket, Director Yang pushed Wang Ping's fat body, like a dead pig and couldn't wake up, at this time Yang Yingying had just finished the work in her hands, she put her hands into the sewage bucket, and quickly slapped Wang Ping's sleeping fat face, Wang Ping suddenly woke up with a cold war, jumped up, and muttered: "What's wrong?" Director Yang said: 'Quickly pour that bucket of sewage, the boss should scold when he sees it!' At this time, Wang Ping rubbed his eyes with both hands, lifted the bucket and slowly walked away.

Xiao Man was busy in the moon cake workshop for a day, and she was indifferent in her heart, saying that she was going to visit, but she couldn't spare time. If there is time, it is to ask for leave, her position is inseparable, and taking a leave is like climbing a mountain.

Indifference still faces day after day, day after night, whenever the sun falls, it is a day. In an indifferent world, in addition to memories, there is endless suffering.