Seeing that the sugarcane planted by the villagers could not be exchanged for money, and the living expenses were not settled, Village Chief Kong was distressed and anxious.

Zheng Changyin nodded, Village Chief Kong is indeed a good village chief, as good as Fang Wen, the village chief of their Yangwen Village, and knows how to think about the villagers.

After Su Ren finished speaking, Zheng Changyin did not hesitate for a moment, and immediately nodded and agreed, asking Su Ren to go to Village Chief Kong tomorrow to determine the purchase of sugarcane from the next village.

So, early the next morning, Su Ren went to the next village. Zheng Changyin stayed in the sugar factory to deal with large and small affairs.

Today's weather is not very good, the sky is overcast and gloomy, and there is a wind accompanied by light rain. However, indoors, the workers are still working enthusiastically and energetically.

At this time, Zheng Changyin was looking at the account book in the office, calculating the income and expenditure of these days.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the office door, and it was the village chief Fang Wen who entered.

"Village Chief, are you here? Have a seat. Zheng Changyin greeted Fang Wen, turned around and prepared to pour tea.

"Classmate Zheng, don't pour tea, I'll leave after I finish speaking." Fang Wen stopped Zheng Changyin.

Zheng Changyin looked at Fang Wen's anxious appearance, guessing that there should be something else, and followed Fang Wen. Standing quietly beside Fang Wen, waiting for him to speak.

"Student Zheng, I received a notice that a typhoon is coming tomorrow." Fang Wen finished his words in one breath. He was indeed in a hurry, and as soon as he received the notice of a typhoon, he immediately rushed to the sugar factory.

"Really? Then I'll go out and inform everyone that tomorrow will be a day off. Zheng Changyin immediately realized the safety problem. It's safe to stay at home when there's a typhoon, you have to take a holiday, and you can't let everyone go back and forth.

There are many workers in the sugar factory, and when Fang Wen came, he was still thinking about how to persuade Zheng Changyin to let the villagers take a holiday. Unexpectedly, before his thoughts could be spoken, Zheng Changyin took the initiative to put it forward. Fang Wen nodded with satisfaction.

"That's good. I'll go to the radio station now to inform the villagers and stay safe. After speaking, Fang Wen turned around and prepared to leave. On the eve of a typhoon, he has a lot of work to do.

"Village chief, wait a minute." Zheng Changyin suddenly stopped Fang Wen.

Fang Wen turned his face and looked at Zheng Changyin suspiciously.

"Is there anything you need my help with?" Zheng Changyin asked.

"Thanks, no need to help."

Zheng Changyin nodded, thought about it, and said, "If you need medicine, you can find me, and I will provide it for free." ”

Zheng Changyin thought that if a villager was injured during a typhoon, he could ask her for medicine. She took the initiative to bring it up, just to let Fang Wen remember.

"Okay, okay." Fang Wen smiled and nodded. Immediately, he turned and left.

Soon, Fang Wen went to the radio room and used the radio to inform the villagers that there would be a typhoon tomorrow.

As soon as the sound of the radio fell, Zheng Changyin walked out of the office and went to the workshop.

"Folks, please stop."

The villagers all listened to Zheng Changyin's words and stopped what they were doing.

I saw that Zheng Changyin cleared his throat, looked at the villagers, and said, "There will be a typhoon tomorrow, so the factory will have a day off tomorrow." Everyone must pay attention to safety, stay at home and avoid the wind, and don't go out. ”

"Good!"

"Good!"

As soon as Zheng Changyin's words fell, the villagers were boiling. For the sake of everyone's safety, Zheng Changyin took a holiday in the whole factory, and the villagers didn't know how moved they were.

When the villagers quieted down a little, Zheng Changyin spoke again: "Everyone clean up the work in hand and go home now." Go back and close and reinforce the doors and windows. ”

Zheng Changyin thought that he couldn't wait until tomorrow for the holiday, and now he would leave time for the villagers to go home and deal with the affairs at home. She knows that some villagers live in houses that are not strong, and they have to be strengthened today to prevent typhoons.

In Zheng Changyin's eyes, this is what she should do as the person in charge of the factory. However, in the eyes of the villagers, Zheng Changyin is a good boss who is very considerate of workers, and Zheng Changyin's image in everyone's hearts is even higher.

After the villagers left, Zheng Changyin packed up the account books and closed the door of the factory before leaving.

Zheng Changyin returned to her aunt's house and saw Liang Jie and Zheng Lu packing up the dry products in the yard. On weekdays, they would hang some uneaten vegetables, corn and other foods in the yard to dry. I heard that there was going to be a typhoon, so I had to take it back to the house.

Zheng Changyin also hurriedly stepped forward to help clean up.

The villagers who went home on vacation were also busy in their own homes.

"It's good to have a long heart, give us a holiday today, let us avoid the typhoon." There was a villager who was cleaning up in front of his house and praised Zheng Changyin to his daughter-in-law.

"yes, it's good luck that you can work in a sugar factory."

This couple was the neighbor of the Zheng family, and their conversation was heard by Zheng Wenlong, and anger burned in his heart again.

Why can an outsider enter the sugar factory, but he, as Zheng Changyin's brother, cannot? The more Zheng Wenlong thought about it, the more angry he became, and he wanted to destroy the sugar factory.

destroyed the sugar factory, as soon as this idea came out, Zheng Wenlong's eyes lit up.

yes, I just had to destroy the sugar factory. Who asked Zheng Changyin not to let him be the factory director? What he can't get, others can't even think of!

As long as the sugar factory is destroyed, the villagers will not remember Zheng Changyin and will no longer praise her. At that time, Zheng Changyin will definitely regret it, regretting that he didn't let him be the director of the factory, so that the sugar factory would be ruined.

The more Zheng Wenlong thought about it, the more excited he became, and he walked directly in the direction of the sugar factory.

Although it was daytime, the clouds were thick, like night. Zheng Wenlong thought that if he did something at this time, he would not be discovered.

Zheng Wenlong walked to the door of the sugar factory and saw that the door was closed, and there was no sound inside. Sure enough, everyone was on holiday, and no one was in the factory.

Zheng Wenlong looked around again, and the doors of the neighbors around him were also closed, and there was no one outside.

Zheng Wenlong grinned, now is a good time.

How do you destroy the sugar factory? Zheng Wenlong had already thought about it, and it was a fire that burned it. Burn to ashes, and there will be nothing left.

Thinking of Zheng Changyin's heartbroken appearance when he saw the factory burned down, Zheng Wenlong couldn't help laughing. He laughed twice, and quickly reached out to cover his mouth. I looked around again, but fortunately, it was raining lightly and no one heard it.

Zheng Wenlong didn't dare to stay longer, and hurriedly put the dry firewood prepared in advance in front of the factory. These dry firewood are so dry that they won't get soaked for a while.

"Dead girl, don't blame me. You brought it all upon yourself. Zheng Wenlong muttered to himself. Immediately, he gritted his teeth, took out a matchbox and lit a match, and then lit a stack of primer paper with a match.