Beautiful beauties in the 80s courtyard

Chapter 302 Don't Get Too Affluent!
Sister Hua nodded in agreement. She sighed, "A couple of years ago, the government advocated that one child is not enough, two is just right, and three is too many. They also encouraged late marriage, late childbirth, fewer births, and better births. I think that's good. Having more children means more worries. If my family only had two children, it would be less of a worry than having four now."

Sister Qiao's family echoed this sentiment, glancing back at the entrance of the neighborhood office. Qin Hengzhi and Lu Qiaoge, that seemingly perfect couple, had parted ways.

One drove away, and the other went back to his workplace.

Being young is wonderful. You can date, come and go as you please, have no burdens or worries, and go home whenever you want after get off work. If you don't want to go home, you can eat at a state-run restaurant or go to the movies with your friends.

Unlike them, even if their husbands can cook, they still have to stay home every day.

Cooking, housework, taking care of the elderly, children's work, studies, dating, marriage, and so on. After they all settle down and start their own families, you still have to take care of their children. And when the parents get old, you have to take care of them even more. In short, the idea of ​​enjoying one's retirement years doesn't exist in China.

But isn't that how everyone lives?

Lu Qiaoge had no idea about the two older women's views on love, marriage, and men's aesthetics; they chattered on and on the whole way.

She tidied up her desk, everyone had left, she locked the door, got on her bicycle, and went home.

Unexpectedly, during the lunch break, Lu Qiaoling suddenly asked Grandma Lu, "Grandma, we haven't heard from my second aunt's husband in a long time. Is he married now?"

Grandma Lu was stunned.

After a long pause, he calmly said, "He should have his own family and children. It's right that he doesn't contact them. Otherwise, he and his wife... would probably feel uncomfortable."

Although it was calm, in the end, it was still inevitably painful.

She was widowed young and raised three children on her own.

The children finally grew up, thinking that good days were coming, but then it was the old folks burying the young.

Half of her life was filled with tears and bitterness.

If her daughter were still alive, she and Chen Liangsheng would be living a happy life now.

Liang Sheng is a good man. He has been taking care of his daughter for so many years, that's enough. She has no right to force him to stay single forever. She is happy as long as Liang Sheng is doing well.

She glared at her curious granddaughter and said irritably, "All you do is think about work and study all day long. I think you're just bored. Go clean the kitchen."

The old lady rudely chased the people away, but then hid in her bedroom and secretly wiped away her tears.

So much time has passed that no one mentions her daughter anymore, and even those who loved her most have decided to forget her.

The old lady, with tears in her eyes, took out a photograph. It showed a pretty girl in a military uniform; this was her second daughter.

Her eyes are very similar to Qiao Ge's, and they also curve into crescent moons when she smiles.

Lu Qiaoge glanced at her grandmother's bedroom. The old lady was clearly saddened by her second aunt's passing, but she didn't know what to say at the moment.

Lu Qiaoling quietly walked over and said to Lu Qiaoge, "Go and persuade Grandma. I... I only asked out of curiosity."

Lu Qiaoge: "It's okay, let Grandma be alone for a while."

Meng Xia walked over, took off her apron, and said to her two whispering daughters, "Never mind, I know how to persuade your grandma. But Qiao Ling, let me tell you, don't mention that person from the Northwest again, understand?"

Lu Qiaoge's eyes darted around, and she asked, "Mom, why can't we mention it? After all, they've always been very good to our family."

Meng Xia waved her hand and said, "Chen Liangsheng has done everything he could. Now that he has his own family, it's not appropriate for him to contact us anymore."

Lu Qiaoge is now certain that the Lu family is unaware of Chen Liangsheng's disappearance.

Otherwise, Meng Xia wouldn't have said that.

Lu Qiaoge subtly changed the subject.

In the afternoon, Lu Qiaoge went straight to the food factory. The title of "infrastructure maniac" is not just for show; it has been around for a long time. In the early days of the founding of the Dragon Kingdom, although everything was backward, the speed of building a new homeland was still fast.

The food factory is now taking shape.

Especially the instant noodle production workshop and other department offices.

They were basically built according to Lu Qiaoge's ideas. Lu Qiaoge's plan was for fifteen years and the design was relatively simple. After all, reform and opening up was an inevitable trend, and in the future, government and enterprises would also have to separate. The food factory would become a food company, and it certainly couldn't be tied to the military factory; it would have to go out on its own.

Otherwise, how can the expansion of the factory and the construction of staff dormitories be implemented in 516?

Even so, such a factory is a source of pride for the workers.

Rows of tall factory buildings and offices with snow-white walls.

There is also a reserved canteen.

The scale was also based on a standard of one thousand people.

How could the workers not be motivated?

Lu Qiaoge didn't set up an office for herself here, but Meng Qingshan still reserved one for her.

Lu Qiaoge followed Meng Qingshan around for a while. She glanced at Meng Qingshan and said in a friendly tone, "Brother Meng, you've done a great job. I'm really at ease with you running the factory."

Meng Qingshan is now the deputy factory director. Unlike before, those who used to look down on him now have smiles on their faces when they see him.

Just like the things his parents warned him about.

No one asks the poor in the downtown area, and the rich has distant relatives in the mountains.

It's not that you, Meng Qingshan, are so great. It's because you're now the deputy director of the food factory. Although it's a street-run enterprise, the factory still needs to recruit workers, so you've become a hot commodity. We've all benefited from this. But if you weren't the deputy director, do you think many people would even bother with you?

Therefore, avoid arrogance and impatience, and never get carried away!

He listened to his parents because they made sense.

Therefore, Meng Qingshan now exudes a calm and composed demeanor.

Then Lu Qiaoge would have to appear more approachable.

After praising it, Lu Qiaoge went to the craft factory. Zhou Li and Lin Junan both took leave in the afternoon.

However, the factory is still operating very well.

Although Fan Xiaoyu is young, this industry doesn't care about age, it cares about skill. If you are skilled, they will still call you master even if you are young.

In this day and age, calling someone "master" is the same as calling someone "teacher."

Skilled workers are in high demand.

Lu Qiaoge had finished her inspection, and it wasn't even three o'clock yet. After thinking for a moment, she got on her bicycle and went to the Foreign Trade Department.

She wanted to call Zhen Xi again.

This time the call connected, and Zhen Xi's voice sounded weak, but she seemed normal.

As long as the person is normal, communication is easy.

Lu Qiaoge breathed a sigh of relief.

Before Lu Qiaoge could speak, Zhen Xi said indifferently, "Please rest assured, Director Lu, all the contracts I, Zhen Xi, have signed with you will remain valid even if I am sick and die, and there will be no changes."

Lu Qiaoge: ...

This person is really something; it seems like all she cares about is the orders.

She only made the call today because of his health.

But with this kind of spirit, I feel like I should be fine for a while.

　Seeing your replies warmed my heart. It's really hard to keep going if you only look at grades~ Love you all~
　　(End of this chapter)