Inside the house, Mao Xiang seemed tired. The tone is no longer high, the action is no longer intense, the expression is no longer hideous, and the momentum is no longer tough. The xylophone still ignored it and put out a deck of cards that you can argue with and jump on.

Zhenfu waited for Maoxiang to be tired and noisy, and then he stood up and said to the xylophone, you see, although Maoxiang is a little rougher, he is also wholeheartedly seeking development for the factory, and there is still hard work without merit. Is it to let him go first? Wake up, wake up, he won't dare to do it next time.

Xylophone was surprised, uncle, why do you say such a thing. If such a serious matter is not handled well, how will we manage the factory in the future, and how can we convince the villagers. There are no rules, why don't you understand it.

Xylophone's words made Zhenfu's face red and white for a while. I wanted to take this opportunity to be a good person again, build a bridge in both miles, and go down the slope to the donkey field. Who would have thought that he would make a big shame. He was also as embarrassed as Mao Xiang when he first entered the house, he couldn't sit or stand, and his face was dull.

Or the official seal is clever. He stood up, hugged Mao Xiang and said, Uncle, let's go back. Such excitement will not solve the problem. If there's anything you can't think of, I'll talk about it when I'm calm. It's always making trouble here, and the impact is not good, isn't it? As he spoke, he persuaded Mao Xiang outside the house.

At this time, Mao Xiang also lost his temper. He knew that if he made such a noise, not only would there be no result, but he was afraid that it would make things worse and more rigid. And he took the official seal and moved it out of the house.

As soon as Mao Xiang stepped out of the threshold on his front foot, a cold voice of a xylophone came from behind him, saying, There is another official notice to you, the factory has begun to streamline personnel and cancel some vacant positions. From tomorrow, you don't have to work in the office anymore, just go to the workshop to be the director and lead the class to work.

Suddenly, Mao Xiang felt a "buzz" in his head. The little sanity and sobriety that I had retained before suddenly vanished. My head became empty, and I didn't know how to deal with it. He had the heart to turn around and refute for a while, but he didn't know where to start. I don't refute, and I feel unwilling. Fortunately, there was an official seal to help him, so that he could move his heavy steps. He reluctantly turned his head, and shouted to the house in front of the half-hidden black brains in the doors and windows of the workshop, don't make a fool of yourself, there will be a day when you regret it. Just holding on to each other, under the gaze of surprise, doubt or schadenfreude, Mao Xiang walked out of the factory with difficulty and moved towards his courtyard step by step.

At this time, it is the season when the apricot fruits in Xinghua Village are green and yellow. Abundant apricot fruits, crowded among the branches of a tree. Like bulging wheat particles, they are magnified tenfold, tenfold, or even hundredfold as much as possible, and are attached to the tips of branches of uneven thickness and height, showing people the appearance of abundant fruits and obesity.

From time to time, the shadows of little pups in trousers flashed among the trees. They were busy picking the sporadic ripe apricots, stuffing them in their mouths, and filling as many dirty little palms as they could. Without exception, the mouth was covered with stomach acid caused by the sour green smell of apricot fruits, mixed with dust, and flowed down the chin to the front of the chest and belly. It was dried from time to time, leaving a gray-black mark on the mouth and belly, like a faded map album. Even the bells and whistles that fell on the crotch were stained with this kind of stolen goods. When it's time to eat, I'm afraid they will all have empty bellies, staring at the table full of food, but they can't swallow the next bite. At the same time, they had to reluctantly swallow the stinking cool air exhaled from the mouths of adults.

This season is the season for the babies to enjoy their mouths, and it is also the season for them to starve. It is the season when they suffer for themselves, and it is the season when they indulge in gluttony. There is joy, there is sorrow, and more is joy and contentment. [End of Chapter]