The suburbs of Linzhou City.

More than three years ago, in 1992, when the market economy status was just established, there was a Ho's raw material processing workshop rented in a private house.

More than three years later, Hejia Workshop is already a small-scale and thriving processing factory.

The official name was called the Lotus Processing Factory.

The owner of the factory is called He Laofu and has two sons, and Lotus is the name of his youngest daughter.

More than three years ago, He Laofu, who thought he was scheming, was counted by a boy with a big heart, and he was stupid and lost a great opportunity to make money, not to mention, he also complained about his own girl for a long time.

It is said that the reason why the factory later took the name of his daughter was mostly because he became a father in order to please him.

But looking back, in fact, it was that kid who gave the embarrassed He family workshop a way out, and gave He Laofu the two most rare things in the initial stage of entrepreneurship: reputation and customers.

This point has always been clear to He Laofeng in his heart, so in the past three years, although he has scolded that person for mentioning it, he is actually more grateful in his heart.

At noon that day, dressed in leather shoes, trousers, short-sleeved shirt and tie, He Laofu leaned on the recliner, listened to the movement, quietly removed the newspaper covering in front of him, and peeked at his youngest daughter He Lianhua, who is now eighteen years old.

The daughter was making tea for him with a large celadon cup.

"Lotus. ”

“…… Well. ”

"Have you read it?" He Lao shook the newspaper in his hand and swiped it.

From his daughter's expression, He Laofeng knew that she had seen it, sat up and pointed to the newspaper and said, "Lotus, you see, Dad was right, right? It's still thundering, why shouldn't he go to the Dragon King, eat enough pig's head meat......"

Halfway through his words, He Laofu paused, because He Lianhua put down the thermos and glared at him.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong, everyone is worried about death, Dad, you still talk about cool things?!"

Eighteen-year-old He Lianhua was still in a trance when she spoke, and she was still the fifteen-year-old girl who came out to shout "Brother Che, you are here, wait for me to get dressed".

“…… Then Dad just wants to tell you, fortunately, our Lotus didn't hook him up at the beginning. He Laofu naturally didn't really hate Jiang Che and hoped that he would be unlucky, but he just wanted to take the opportunity to settle the housework for many years, so he said, "Look, don't you blame Dad?"

He Lianhua didn't say a word, only pursed her lips, picked up the celadon teacup and turned around with a "whoosh", and simply poured the Longjing tea that she had just brewed by herself, and even the tea with tea leaves.

"Ouch. "That's authentic Longjing new tea, He Laofu felt distressed.

"In the future, you have to drink and brew yourself. He Lianhua put the teacup back on the table with a "duke", turned around and walked a few steps quickly, turned back again, and said aggrievedly and anxiously: "Who still complains about you?!...... I didn't go to him again, and I didn't go either, so you can't hope for him to be better?!"

After saying that, he sniffled, "Be careful if he's real, click, hum." ”

Now that she is like a small jasper, He Lianhua finished speaking, and after saying that her trousers were wide and windy, she twisted her body and left.

"......" He Laofu had to smile bitterly, thought about it, and stretched his eyebrows, "My lotus is sensible." He always thought that his daughter didn't know how to find it, but it turned out that he just didn't look for it.

The little lotus who cried her nose and complained about her father grew up.

Thinking about it, at that time, IKEA was fighting fruitfully, and my daughter, who was thrifty every day, suddenly opened her mouth to buy this and that, and she had a lot in her heart, and she was more measured.

"Okay, my lotus won't be delayed by that bastard after all. ”

"What a bastard. Also, when you were at war, I myself, and the people I knew who could support the movement, were all on your side at the expense...... Stinky boy, he actually hid after recruiting. ”

I can't climb high, but at least I have a clear conscience, He Laofu muttered to himself.

Thinking about it again, he suddenly raised his head again and shouted out of the door: "Don't worry, Lotus, that bastard is fine." I'm afraid that he is the only one who calculates others...... Where can others calculate his share? Don't worry about him. ”

…………

Relatively speaking, the people of Chaliao are really not too worried.

They were just a little surprised, and then they decided to believe it.

The blind trust of the people of Chaliao in Jiang Che is unreasonable, and after the IKEA fruit and beauty confrontation, it has become even more unshakable.

Ten-year-old Qu Dong'er is already preparing to go to junior high school in the second half of the year, and in the last time, he stays at home and reads books by himself.

Mova and the beanherds ran in from outside the hospital.

"Dong'er. The beanherd called out to her, panting.

Qu Dong'er turned her head, "Huh?

"Teacher Jiang, Teacher Jiang will be fine, right?"

"No, it won't. ”

"Well, but just now Xinghua ...... Aunt Xinghua said on the way, if there is really something, if there is really something, then the bastard can go back to the tea house, what do you say, Dong'er?"

"Huh?" Qu Dong'er's eyes lit up, thought about it, and nodded seriously, "Yes, yes, that's good, but if it doesn't work, Aunt Xinghua is afraid that it will be in vain." ”

She said with a look of regret.

didn't know that the words she muttered on the road had been heard by the children, and she was talking about it, so Aunt Xinghua went out alone and crossed the Nanguan River, and while walking to the old village mountain, she was still thinking about the news she heard this morning.

"Ouch, my son......"

Regret, Aunt Xinghua regretted it a lot, what thunder and rain, she didn't care, she remembered that people said that Master Han Li patted his shoulder and gave birth to a son, and he patted him accurately.

It's okay to shoot others, but what about himself?

Not to mention for sure.

Uphill and straightened up, Aunt Xinghua looked up at the yard that had been repaired after the mudslide, and was originally used as a small village yard, and then a small window.

"I knew that I wouldn't have listened to him at that time. ”

Aunt Xinghua scolded angrily, be careful, don't dare to make a loud voice......

Because if she leaks out of this matter, it will probably be the shocking secret of the No. 1 Shi Tianzi in Chaliao Village: I think that at the beginning, she carried the whole village behind her back and went to teach the kid Chaliao local dialect in the middle of the night, and she went to bed.

"It's late, it's late. ”

Aunt Xinghua thought that when it was late, Ma Dongqiang, who was the captain of the Chaliao transportation team, didn't think so, he was squatting alone in the yard at this moment, silently smoking a cigarette next to the broken tractor that he was now regarded as a historical relic.

"Qigong master. ”

After Ma Dongqiang heard the news, he immediately remembered one thing, at the beginning, Jiang Che once told him in a joking tone about a qigong called Iron Crotch Gong, so that he could find him to practice.

"Isn't it too late?" Ma Dongqiang, who has been getting more and more powerless in the past year, looked down at his crotch, a moment of fear, and a moment of entanglement:

"Jiang, no, it was Master Han Li who asked me to practice. ”

Gyeongju.

Sixteen years old, 1.84 meters tall, was recruited by the national team for trial training for the first time, although he only took it with him and practiced with the national women's team, Zhou Ying still wore a red rope bracelet and cried happily all night.

She remembered that she wanted to play in the Olympics and win a gold medal.

When the time comes, Mr. Jiang will come......

Well, 2000 in Sydney, where was 2004?

Teacher Jiang, uh, Master Han Li, did you fly here?