On the morning of the eighth day of the lunar month, Wang Chong rushed to the Songhuajiang Soy Sauce Factory.

The soy sauce factory is not close to Guangzizi, but at least it is much closer than the timber factory.

The key is that there is a Qu Xiuzhen in the soy sauce factory. Looking at the original work, this little old lady and his old man Ma Shouchang, the old couple have a positive outlook on their own, see through and far away, and do not feel that they are above and get along with the workers below. They are also dedicated to the public, do their best to serve the country and the people, which is both admirable and liked.

"Secretary Qu, this is Zhou Bingkun, who is a newcomer in the workshop." A staff officer from the Personnel Department took Wang Chong to open the door of Qu Xiuzhen's office and brought Wang Chong in.

"I know, you go to work first!" After the desk, the old lady raised her head with a short hair that was passing through her ears and holding a pen.

Spiritual, capable, and majestic, this is the first impression the little old lady gave Wang Chong.

"Are you Zhou Bingkun?" The old lady stood up from behind the desk, looked at Wang Chong with her hands behind her back and walked towards him.

Wang Chong said: "Report to Secretary Qu, I am Zhou Bingkun."

Qu Xiuzhen walked around Wang Chong for a while, looked up and down, left and right, and patted Wang Chong on the shoulder: "They are in good health."

"I must have the strength."

Wang Chong said: "It's done."

"I'm very familiar with Cai Xiaoguang?" asked Old Mrs. Qu.

There is nothing to hide from this, not to mention that in front of Qu Xiuzhen: "Brother Xiaoguang and my sister are classmates."

"The factory director Cai Xiaoguang originally wanted to arrange you into the MSG workshop, but I disagreed and drove you into the slag workshop." Qu Xiuzhen had known for a long time that Wang Chong was the benefactor who saved his old man outside the bathtub, but she didn't know Wang Chong's personality, so she wanted to see it with her own eyes.

"It would be great if you can have a job. As for where you are, I can do it!"

"Besides, I went to the MSG workshop so young and strong. I can't let the women go out of the shoddy workshop!" Wang Chong said in a humble and arrogant manner.

"Thoughts in my heart?" Qu Xiuzhen stood in front of her and looked at Wang Chong and asked.

Wang Chong nodded with a frank look.

Qu Xiuzhen raised her hand and patted Wang Chong's arm, with a smile on her face: "This is the best."

"Let's go, I'll take you out of the shoddy workshop."

After leaving the shoddy workshop, Qu Xiuzhen clapped her hands and called to stop everyone who was working, introduced Wang Chong to them, and asked them to work hard, so she left.

After the young old lady left, the workers began to introduce themselves one after another, Cao Debao, Lu Chuan, and Tang Xiangyang.

Sure enough, the remaining three of the Six Gentlemen in the original work have arrived at the soy sauce factory.

Wang Chong only thought about completing the system's tasks and making Zheng Juan happy and safe in this life.

As for the others, just let it go.

There is no skill in the work of making scum, the key is to make efforts.

After a while, the four of them became busy.

Among the three, Tang Xiangyang was born into a scholarly family, and his parents were both teachers. Lu Chuan’s family used to do small business, Cao Debao talked the most and was smarter.

The work of slag production is very tiring. The temperature in the slag production workshop is high. After a while, I was sweating all over. In the past, I didn’t even have a fan and could only open the window to dissipate heat. However, it was cold outside and the cold wind was like a knife. It was steamed in front and frozen in the back. This person was prone to problems.

Qu Xiuzhen found a way to get a few big fans before the new year, and this problem was solved.

Holding a shovel, shoveling the slag from the large steamer into the cart, which is similar to shoveling sand and cement on the construction site. It not only takes effort, but also requires waist.

Even if the king reappears his current physique, he will be very tired after working for a whole day.

But Wang Chong not only did not think that this life was not good, but he was a little happy.

After working for a day, it is much better than lifting a weight in a gym, including arms, shoulders, waist, abdomen, and even legs.

For this reason, Wang Chong used his points to exchange for 3 potential points, all of which were on his physical fitness.

[Host: Wang Chong (Zhou Bingkun)

Age: 21

Body: 15

Force: 12

Speed: 13

God:20

Skills: Cooking (lv3), Sanda (lv2), Calligraphy (lv2), Driving (lv2), Architecture (lv2), English (lv2), Traditional Chinese Medicine (lv1), Carpentry (lv2), Mathematics (lv1), Physics (lv1), Chemistry (lv1), Writing (lv2)

Potential Point: 0

Skill Points: 10

System points: 70】

Physical constitution, strength, and speed can be improved through exercise, but the speed of all-round improvement is slower. In Wang Chong's vision, physical constitution is the fundamental. Only when the physical constitution is improved, the difficulty of improving strength, speed, and even spirit will be reduced.

After all, the hexagonal warrior with no shortcomings in all aspects is Wang Chong's ultimate goal.

The only shame is that the points are a little less, which is a little too little.

However, it is definitely enough to deal with the work of the slag workshop.

After get off work, he changed into his own clothes. Wang Chong did not stay in the factory for too long. He greeted several people and rode his bicycle to go straight home.

Old Zhou family, Zheng Juan took Wang Chong's coat, hat and gloves, "Are you still adapting to work on the first day?"

Wang Chong walked to the front of the basin rack, picked up the thermos bottle and poured some hot water into the basin: "It's still done, there are so many people in the workshop, so I'm not very tired."

"Where is Mom?" Li Suhua was not seen in the room.

"I went to visit Aunt Qiao's house and told us not to wait for her to have dinner." Zheng Juan wrapped her apron, her hair was still tied into two braids, and she scattered from both sides. Her skin looked much whiter than before, without the youthfulness of a girl, and her body had a mature and mature charm.

"It must have been eaten at Aunt Qiao's house. Let's eat ours, so don't wait for her." Wang Chong said with a smile.

Zheng Juan stood by the stove: "After washing, you go to the house and sit down, the food will be ready soon!"

The supper was made of corn steamed buns, pickles, millet porridge with lard residue, and a stir-fried cabbage, a plate of pork slices, and the aroma was everywhere.

One of the reasons why Wang Chong chose to go to the soy sauce factory is this. If he didn't do some heavy physical work, Li Suhua would not be willing to make meat to eat.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! After dinner, after reading the newspaper for a while, when Zheng Juan finished packing, Wang Chong pulled her out for a walk.

As we walked, we arrived at Taiping Hutong and went to Zheng's house by the way. We talked with Zheng's mother for a while. We saw that it was getting late and late, so we were pushed out of the door by Zheng's mother.

At night, there was no light in the room. After the clouds and rain, Zheng Juan lay in Wang Chong's arms, enjoying this rare tenderness.

Wang Chong closed his eyes and entered the sage moment: "I forgot to tell you something. Your mother is used to saving money and is reluctant to eat meat. She even eats less white flour and rice. Guangming is still young, and your mother is old and needs nutrition. She used to have no conditions and no way. Now that the family has the conditions, it is not too bad to eat."

"But if you give her money and tickets directly, she probably won't be able to bear it. She will definitely go to the black market to exchange for coarse grains."

"In this way, we will bring some rice and white flour every few days and take it over for them to make it. We will also stay with them to eat with them, so that your mother will have nothing to say."

Two pork bought by Wang Chong before the New Year were given to the Zheng family, and only Aunt Zheng and Guangming were frugal. They could eat that meat for more than half a year. If they weren't allowed to be able to hold it in summer, they could eat it for a year.

"How can this be done?" Wang Chong thought so carefully, and Zheng Juan was very moved, but she was used to being thrifty, but she was unwilling to spend so much money: "I only ate much rice and flour you gave me before the New Year, and there was still a large jar of meat left! Besides, our family also has to live."

It’s not that Zheng Juan doesn’t want Wang Chong to help her mother’s family, but that in this era, ordinary people and every household is not well-off, and Guangzizi is not a wealthy place.

Even though the conditions are good, the old Zhou family does not have meat and white flour rice every day. Most of the time at home, they also have corn paste with mixed noodles steamed buns and pickles and cabbage.

Wang Chong raised his hand and scraped Zheng Juan's nose, chuckled and said gently, "I'm not the kind of person who likes to slap the swollen face and pretend to be fat. Besides, the money I spent on our own, and the money sent by my father was collected by my mother."

Zheng Juan didn't say anything, but the force of hugging Wang Chong increased a little, and tears flashed in her bright big eyes.

Zheng Juan also knew this. Not to mention anything else, just like the small iron box, there were nearly a hundred various bills of Datuanjie and responsible for family expenses. Moreover, Wang Chong's royalties are now collected by Zheng Juan. Now Zheng Juan is a very rich woman.

But all kinds of tickets are limited, and the number of fine grain meat tickets is even smaller. According to Wang Chong's wishes, he must have to buy them on the black market, which is much more expensive.

"Bingkun, you are so kind to me. I... Even if I am a cow or a horse in my life, I will not be able to repay your kindness!" Zheng Juan trembled a little, her voice choked, she struggled out of Wang Chong's arms, and looked straight at Wang Chong.

Wang Chong reached out and took Zheng Juan back into his arms: "My husband and wife are one, what are yours and mines?"

Then his eyes rolled, his mouth raised a curve and pressed it against Zheng Juan's ear and whispered: "If you really feel sorry, then give birth to a few children for me sooner!" The exhaled heat was circling in Zheng Juan's pink ears.

With a teasing tone, Zheng Juan's pretty face suddenly turned red.

"A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold. Wasting time is wasting life!"

"We can't do such things."

As he said that, Wang Chong turned over and chewed at the pink and red lips that he wanted to refuse.

"Yeah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah

"Slow down, don't be anxious!" Zheng Juan had already brought a hint of tremolo.

"The night is short, and it's a cold day, if you don't do some exercise, it's not a big loss." Wang Chong said with confidence.

Zheng Juan was stunned by his words, and when he looked at his righteous and righteous look, he almost couldn't help but burst out laughing.

In the outer room, Li Suhua had already fallen asleep, but she was getting older and her sleep became lighter.

If they followed the couple's tossing method that they had been doing until midnight every day, she would definitely be able to hold her eldest grandson in a short time.
Chapter completed!