"Struggle is not a dinner party, it is not a fuss, it is not a painting and embroidery......"

In the office of the deputy director of the sawmill workshop of the Red Star Factory, Tu Ziqiang was reading a rare book in his hand.

The sound goes from light to heavy......

Syllable!

The book is gently closed and placed on the table.

The big hand rubbed the cover of the book, and the slightly closed eyes of the owner of the hand slowly opened......

Tuk Tuk ......

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in!" Tu Ziqiang rubbed his face and said.

Squeaky ......

Lu Xiaohua opened the door and entered the house with a notebook.

"Little flower, come, sit!" Tu Ziqiang smiled gently, "What's the matter?" ”

"Almost all the Iron Boss employees who have dealings with our mutual aid club are here......" Lu Xiaohua put the notebook in front of Tu Ziqiang before sitting down gently.

"Oh?" Tu Ziqiang reached out and picked up the notebook.

A small dozen rulers are neatly bound with black cotton laces on the back side up.

A hand-written form in pencil, name, position, time, materials handed in, materials exchanged......

It's all clear.

"I was bored at night before," Lu Xiaohua explained in a low voice, "and I made a table in order of position." ”

Tu Ziqiang slowly put on the book, pursed his lips and looked at the girl.

"I don't know if it's useful?" Lu Xiaohua's little face flushed, and she slowly lowered her head.

"She's a liar! What did you get before? Obviously, she stayed up all night last night to get out. ”

Zheng Juan's glutinous voice came from outside the door......

Tu Ziqiang was stunned and looked up, Zheng Juan was already laughing and running away......

"Director, I, I'm ......" Lu Xiaohua was at a loss, her face flushed and steamed.

"It's hard, it's hard ......" Tu Ziqiang also mixed garlic in his mouth. I've never been so spoiled by a beautiful woman in my two lives.

"I, I, I'm gone!" Lu Xiaohua fled from Tu Ziqiang's office in a panic, and even brought over the chair in a hurry.

Tu Ziqiang grabbed the book in one hand and the book in the other, his eyes gradually firm.

Shen Zude, I'm sorry!

Huh~~!

Books and notebooks were locked in drawers.

Tu Ziqiang got up and stretched his clothes, fluttered his pants and left when he opened the door.

I'm Nima!

As soon as he went out, he saw Biaozi sneakily swaying around the corner of the corridor with his back on his back!

When did you kid learn to listen to the root of the wall! What the did you hear? Yes?

Tu Ziqiang was a thief, his old face turned red, and he shouted: "What the are you doing!" ”

"Huh? Director? Didn't do anything, didn't do anything, it's okay! All right! Biao Zi was frightened, turned his head and saw that it was Tu Ziqiang, and he subconsciously wanted to run.

"Come back!" Tu Ziqiang saw that Biaozi didn't seem to act when he saw his surprise, and his heart was slightly settled.

"Director......" Biao Zi walked back slowly, with a reluctant smirk.

"You kid has learned to sell guanzi, haven't you?" Tu Ziqiang hugged his arms and hugged his son, his tone was full of impatience, "Play with me and want to indulge?" Yes? ”

"No, director, I, no......" Biao Zi spread his hands and smiled wryly.

"Say it! I've got something to do! Tu Ziqiang raised his hand to look at his watch.

"Brother Qiang," Biaozi licked his lips and changed his name, "There is one thing, I can't say that I can't live with you, I can't say that I can't live with you, and I can't say that I can't help my brother." I ......"

"Didn't you say that! It's a big man, why are you in a dilemma, a dilemma of loyalty and righteousness? Tu Ziqiang rolled his eyes, "What's wrong with the third son?" ”

"Brother Qiang, high! It's really high! Biaozi's expression was pretentious, and he stretched out his thumb exaggeratedly.

", I'm still Commander Tang! Hurry up! Tu Ziqiang raised his foot and kicked lightly, and Biaozi leaned slightly to the side, so that he could kick more comfortably......

Gu Huan

"The third son, say that no matter whether his father's affairs have anything to do with Chi Catch-up or not, he will get him." Biao Zi lowered his eyebrows and peeked at Tu Ziqiang's expression.

Tu Ziqiang pursed his lips and frowned and did not speak.

"He actually wanted to tell Brother Qiang about it, but then he felt that it wasn't appropriate," Biao Zi hurriedly explained for Sanzi, "Anyway, I can get it myself, so I said don't tell you yet." ”

Tu Ziqiang nodded imperceptibly.

"The third son said, after this incident, I will listen to you!" Biaozi's courage has grown.

"No wonder he drank with Hao Shulin yesterday, he didn't say that the third son asked him to mention this." Tu Ziqiang ignored Biaozi's words and tilted his head slightly, "This matter, I didn't think it through. Not to mention the matter of the third son and his father, his two brothers were also troubled by Chi Zhichao......"

"Where there is," Biao Zi replied solemnly, "people must not look ahead, the past is over." Brother Qiang, you are also for the good of the third son, but the third son is too screwed, and he takes the old hatred too seriously. Hey, no tricks......"

"You're doing the right thing!" Tu Ziqiang patted Biaozi on the shoulder, "Our buddies don't talk so much, it's about face and whatever." ”

"Hey, it's me who is confused!" Biao Zi slapped himself lightly, "I just thought that I met Brother Qiang through Sanzi, and I was afraid that Brother Qiang would think I was too fucking a calf when I spoke through him!" It's still Brother Qiang's transparent! ”

"It's all your own buddy, what's the passage of whom?" Tu Ziqiang waved his hand very boldly, "That's not how the inside and outside are divided!" ”

"Eh, ......" Biaozi smiled from ear to ear, "Then it's okay, Brother Qiang, I'm going back to work?" ”

"Well, go ahead." Tu Ziqiang patted Biaozi on the shoulder and watched him leave happily.

In the workshop, Yin Xiu'er pouted and watched Lu Xiaohua and Zheng Juan frolicking.

"Oh, you hate ......" Zheng Juan resisted Lu Xiaohua's little hand softly and glutinously, "Don't make trouble, okay......"

"Just your nonsense, call you nonsense......" Lu Xiaohua stretched out her little hand softly and grabbed Zheng Juan's rib bone.

"Oh, what nonsense am I talking about...... Zheng Juan giggled, "I don't know who stayed up all night last night...... Hey, hey, hey......"

"You still say, you still say!" Lu Xiaohua attacked relentlessly, "You say it again, say it again!" I'll tell you to say it again! ”

"Don't say it, I won't say it......" Zheng Juan couldn't breathe with laughter.

Syllable! Yin Xiu'er's paintbrush fell heavily on the workbench, and the little girl's little head tilted up, slamming the door away angrily.

"Ah, what's wrong with Xiu'er?" Zheng Juan looked ignorant with hairy eyes.

"I don't know......" Lu Xiaohua cared with the same hair, looking innocent, "Could it be a relative?" ”

"Stinky rascal!" Zheng Juan stretched out her little hand to pinch Lu Xiaohua, and her little face was full of evil smiles......

The old cotton shoes sighed and lightly sent the carving knife, and also left the room.

"Ah, it's just that you can't stop making trouble! You see, Teacher Yin is angry! Zheng Juan's face was flushed, and her eyes were watery and disgusted.

"Won't it?" Lu Xiaohua covered her mouth with one hand and patted her chest with the other, "You're lying, right?" How could Teacher Yin be angry? ”

Zheng Juan pursed her lips with a straight face, two small dimples trembling, and slowly nodded her little head.

"Wow, you're a liar!" Lu Xiaohua hesitated at first, and then suddenly realized.

Zheng Juan snorted and couldn't help laughing.

Lu Xiaohua snorted angrily and stretched out her sinful hands.

"Obey, serve, I obey......" Zheng Juan begged for mercy while trying to resist.

The house was full of spring, and outside the house, Yin Xiu'er squatted under the eaves with a sigh......

"Don't make trouble, okay......" Yin Xiu'er held her mouth and learned, "Phew! Shameless! Shameless! ”

"You ......" the old cotton shoes stood behind his granddaughter.

"Don't say it!" Yin Xiu'er got up suddenly, her short hair threw out a beautiful arc, and she looked at her grandfather fiercely.

"I'm ......" the old cotton shoes were choked and speechless.

"Don't say it!" Yin Xiu'er stepped forward, and her white and tender fingers pointed at the old man vigilantly.

The old cotton shoes sighed and shook his head slowly.

Yin Xiu'er pointed at her grandfather while slowly retreating, her face full of vigilance.

"Rice, you still have to rush to eat it......"

Yin Xiu'er, who had just turned the corner of the corridor, heard the old man's sigh, and almost fell down......

"I hate it, don't make trouble, okay......"

Yin Xiu'er pouted and learned.

"Oops!!!"

The girl rubbed her short hair irritably......