At the beginning of the quadrangle, I, He Daqing, approached Yi Zhonghai to collect debts

However, there are quite a few people with the same name and surname, so He Daqing thinks it's better to ask first.

"Zhuzi, how old is your director Yang? What did he do before?"

He Yuzhu thought for a while when he heard his father's question, and then said:
"Our factory manager Yang is probably over 50 years old this year. I heard that he used to be an old Red Army and was a division commander. After changing jobs, he came to our rolling mill as the factory director."

Hearing that Director Yang was an old Red Army veteran and had been a division commander, He Daqing became more and more certain that this man must be Xiuqin's brother.

So he suppressed the excitement in his heart and continued to ask.

"Zhuzi, where is your Factory Manager Yang's hometown? Are there any relatives at home?"

When He Yuzhu heard his father ask this question, he immediately became a little puzzled.

"I don't know where it is, but his accent seems to be from Shanxi. Dad, why are you asking this?"

After hearing his son's answer, He Daqing was basically sure that Director Yang was Xiuqin's elder brother, but it was hard to tell in front of outsiders, so he could only cover it up by drinking.

"I'm just curious, just ask, Zhuzi, hurry up and invite everyone to drink."

When He Yuzhu heard what his father said, he stopped being entangled and hurriedly greeted everyone for a drink.

After drinking and eating, these people helped to clear the table before leaving.

After He Yuzhu sent everyone out of the yard, He Daqing went to Yushui's room and called Xiuqin back.

"Daughter-in-law, let's go to the rolling mill tomorrow and meet Zhuzi and his factory manager."

Before meeting Yang Yi, He Daqing was not going to reveal the news to his daughter-in-law. If it wasn't her brother at that time, he was afraid that it would hit her too hard.

"It's fine, what are we going to do in the steel mill? Why do we need to meet the factory manager?"

After hearing what He Daqing said, Xiuqin looked at him with some doubts.

He Daqing had expected Xiuqin to ask this question early in the morning, so he cleared his throat and said:
"Ahem, daughter-in-law, when I was having dinner with Zhuzi and the others tonight, I heard that their factory manager's hometown is in Northwest Shanxi, and he is also an old Red Army. He might know our brother, so I plan to ask tomorrow."

He Daqing didn't dare to directly tell about the fact that Director Yang was called Yang Yi, for fear of irritating his wife. After all, she is pregnant now, so it's better to let her be mentally prepared first.

"What! Didn't the pillar say what their factory manager's last name is?"

Seeing that his daughter-in-law was really excited, He Daqing felt that his decision was right.

"Look at my memory, I was too busy drinking, and I forgot to ask, don't worry, let's go and look for it tomorrow, okay? And don't talk to Zhuzi about it until we find our brother They said it."

He Daqing was afraid that his daughter-in-law would ask her son now, if she knew that Director Yang's name was Yang Yi, she might not be able to sleep tonight.

After hearing He Daqing's words, Xiuqin's excited mood slowly calmed down.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. Let's go and see for ourselves tomorrow. Even if you don't know my brother, you are all fellow villagers. Maybe your hometown is still in the same place."

After hearing what his wife said, He Daqing felt a little funny. Of course, the family is from the same place.

Because he was afraid that his daughter-in-law would think too much, He Daqing quickly washed up and went to bed.

At the same time, the banquet at Xu Damao's house in the backyard was coming to an end.

Although Xu Damao is not as rich as He Daqing's family, the white noodles at home are still enough to eat.

Because Qin Jingru was the only one who knew how to cook, she baked some pancakes in a hurry, and there happened to be a few eggs at home, mixed with chopped green onion, and fried the eggs on the plate.

As for the pork, there is only a small piece, cut into thin slices, and fried with a pork cabbage and a fried potato shreds, which are two meat dishes at any rate.

As for liquor, although Xu Damao's family had several bottles of good wine hidden under the bed, but today the Qin family disappointed him so much that he was naturally reluctant to take them out.

Qin Jingru could also see that he was unhappy, so he didn't mention it, but he still took out a few bottles of ordinary liquor from the cupboard.

"Brother, you can just make do with some drinks. Our dad has taken all the good wine at home."

People like Qin Mancang, when they were in the country, could not see white flour steamed buns a few times a year, but now they have pancakes with scrambled eggs, two meat dishes, and wine, so there is nothing to be dissatisfied with.

"Sister, this is already very good. The big guys can't eat these in the countryside, so don't be stunned. This is not an outsider. My sister and sister's wife are very good, so hurry up and eat."

After hearing Qin Mancang's words, everyone who was a little embarrassed at first picked up their chopsticks and started eating.

Qin Jingru poured wine for Da Mao and his brother, and then ate together.

They are all country men with big appetites. Xu Damao and Qin Jingru only ate half of it, and a large stack of pancakes has already been eaten. Not only that, but also all the dishes on the table...

"Sister, is there anything to eat at home? Everyone is not too full..."

Qin Mancang rubbed his stomach, and looked at Qin Jingru with some embarrassment.

"Brother, the small bag of noodles at home has been eaten up, and there is still some millet. How about I cook some porridge for everyone?"

In fact, Qin Jingru wasn't full, and if he made some porridge, he could also get full of water.

"Is there still millet prepared at home? Tsk tsk, as expected of a city dweller, the standard of living here is really high, so let's make some millet porridge to nourish the stomach and relieve satiety."

When Qin Mancang heard that there was still millet porridge to drink, his eyes immediately lit up. This millet porridge is a good thing, so he hurriedly urged his sister to cook porridge.

So Qin Jingru started to cook millet porridge again. There was only a coal stove in the house. After the porridge was ready, it was almost midnight. After a few people drank a big pot of porridge, they went to sleep in the deaf old lady's room contentedly.

Although there is no stove in the room, a few young men with strong firepower, and just drank hot porridge, huddled together and fell asleep in a daze.

Seeing that the lights in the uncle's and others' rooms were turned off, Xu Damao sighed, today he did nothing but spend a lot of money, and even received a beating.

"Jingru, I'm going to work tomorrow morning. Make some porridge and let them go back to the countryside by car after they finish eating the porridge. I'm afraid I'll live any longer. I'm afraid our house will be sold in a few days."

Looking at the empty kitchen and the little millet left, Qin Jingru felt a little embarrassed, so she quickly agreed.

Early the next morning, Qin Jingru sent Qin Mancang away, and He Daqing also took Xiuqin on a bicycle and then rushed to the rolling mill with He Yuzhu.

"Dad, Mom, please wait for me for a while. I'll go to the cafeteria to say something first, and then I'll take you to the factory manager."

"Okay, you go, we will wait for you for a while."

After entering the rolling mill, the three of them stopped at the door of the back kitchen of the cafeteria. Although He Yuzhu didn't know why his parents wanted to find Director Yang, since his father said so, it was naturally reasonable.

So I went to the cafeteria to say hello, and then took my parents to the factory director's office.