With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

In the next few days, Han Yourong was carefully cared for by her family, and Liu Yuee was not allowed to do housework as long as she was at home.

At most, she is allowed to sweep the floor and clean the table, and she is not allowed to work odd jobs in the nursery. She is only allowed to take care of the children at home.

At first she was not used to it. When she was sleeping at night, she carefully asked Xue Ming, "Am I pregnant with a child? Why doesn't my mother let me do housework?"

Xue Ming was stunned for a moment and shook his head, "Xue Ling is going to get married in a few years, of course she has to learn to do housework, otherwise she won't be able to get married in the future."

"No way. How can a salesperson in a department store not get married? I don't know how many outstanding young people are crying and wanting to marry a salesperson." Han Yourong was amused by him.

"This is our mother's arrangement. We listen to her. Do you have any other wishes besides going to the capital to see Tiananmen Square?" Xue Ming asked.

Han Yourong thought carefully and held out two fingers, "I want you to be an eighth-level worker. Sister Ma's lover in the nursery is an eighth-level worker. Her monthly salary is 108. She looks at me with her nose every day."

"The eighth-level worker is indeed a proud asset, but it needs to be upgraded slowly. What is your second wish?" Xue Ming estimated that he would never be able to reach the eighth level in his life.

"The other thing is to raise at least two more sons. When our sons grow up, they will support us. No one will dare to bully us in the future." Han Yourong suddenly blushed.

"I don't allow others to bully us, so you don't have any wishes for yourself? For example, a watch, sewing machine or something?" Xue Ming felt a little uncomfortable. This is the selfless dedication of husband and son.

"There is a sewing machine at home, but the watch is useless and I don't want it." Han Yourong took the man's wrist and looked at the time. "Go to bed after ten o'clock. You have to go to work tomorrow morning."

"Go to sleep." Xue Ming turned off the light and held her in his arms, staring at the darkness until early in the morning before falling asleep.

The next morning, Xue Ming was awakened by a hint of coldness. When he opened his eyes, he found that Han Yourong had already gotten up. It was not even half past six when he looked at his watch.

"What are you doing up so early? Let Xue Ling make breakfast." Xue Ming sat up and yawned.

"Xiaoling stayed up very late yesterday helping Aunt Li make pants. Let her sleep a little longer and you sleep a little longer. I'll call you to eat later." Han Yourong said and turned off the light.

Xue Ming couldn't sleep, so he got up, brushed his teeth and washed his face. After breakfast, he rode his bicycle to the light bulb factory. At ten o'clock in the morning, he finally waited for his first colleague Niu Yong.

"Brother Xue is always the first to arrive. Comrades must learn from you in the future." Niu Yong joked with a smile.

"I should learn from Brother Niu." Xue Ming took out a cigarette and put it on the table, and the two of them smoked and chatted.

"Brother Niu, I would like to ask for leave to take your younger siblings to the capital for a trip. How many days of leave can our factory grant at most?" Xue Ming asked in a low voice.

Niu Yong chuckled, "Asking for leave depends on Lao Cui's mood. If he is in a good mood, he will give you two months of paid leave. If he is in a bad mood, he will not grant you a leave."

"Two months of paid leave? Brother Niu isn't kidding me, is he?" Xue Ming was immediately confused.

"Don't be surprised. A few days ago, Lao Lin from the administration department took two months' leave when he went back to his hometown to visit relatives. Even if he didn't work for a day, he would still be paid a penny." Niu Yong said, lighting up another cigarette.

"But brother Xue, this kind of good thing usually doesn't happen to us. That's the treatment that leaders only get. Lao Cui will give you ten days' leave at most." Niu Yong said.

Ten days was certainly not enough time to travel to the capital. At this time, two colleagues, Lao Zhao and Lao Li, came to work. They were both smokers and soon the office was filled with smoke.

It was not until four o'clock in the afternoon that Director Cui Baojian arrived. At this time, only Xue Ming was left in the sales department, and the other four bosses left early after lunch.

"Comrade Xiao Xue didn't go out to do errands. It seems that he must have something to ask me for." Cui Baojian looked confident.

Xue Ming handed him a cigarette and showed him Han Yourong's diagnosis report, "I want to take two months off to go to the capital to pay homage to Tiananmen Square. This is my lover's wish. Please ask Brother Cui for permission."

Cui Baojian fell silent after reading the diagnosis sheet. He sighed for a moment and said, "Our hospital can't treat the patient. This must be a misdiagnosis. When you get to the capital, you can take your brother and sister to a big hospital for a checkup."

"Thank you Brother Cui for your approval." Xue Ming placed the pre-written leave application note in front of him, took out a pen from his pocket and asked him to sign it.

Cui Baojian shook his head after reading the leave application form, "Brother, although this is sick leave, it is definitely not enough with two months' pay. Our factory director Huo will definitely not approve it."

"Then there will be no paid leave." Xue Ming's two-month salary is forty yuan. This amount of money is useless to him. It doesn't matter if he has something better.

"Don't worry, little Xue. I'm going to check out Director Huo's tone. It's best if he can sign. If not, buy two bottles of Gold Medal and go to his house. Lao Huo likes this wine the most." Cui Baojian said in a low voice.

A bottle of gold medal brandy costs seven yuan. If two bottles of wine can be exchanged for a salary of forty yuan, it would be a good deal. Xue Ming gave him another cigarette and said, "Please, Brother Cui."

Cui Baojian picked up a pen and signed the leave application form, then took the leave application form to the factory director's office, secretly thinking about how to rip off Xue Ming. This kid couldn't take advantage of him if he had money.

Factory director Huo Ran frowned and thought after reading the leave application form, "Is this Xue Ming the new guy in your department, the one who invented the threshing machine?"

"The factory director has a really good memory. This guy wanted to take a long leave when he first came here. I think he regards the light bulb factory as his own back garden and doesn't understand any rules." Cui Baojian maliciously arranged for Xue Ming.

He hoped that the factory director would not approve Xue Ming's request for leave, so that he could take the opportunity to blackmail four bottles of good wine, give the factory director two bottles and keep two bottles for himself.

"It's excusable to ask for sick leave. You go back and tell him not to make an exception...Forget it, just ask him to come over and I'll tell him in person." Huo Ran wrote on the leave note that he was allowed to take paid leave.

Huo Ran was confused. When did Director Huo become so reasonable? Could it be said that Xue Ming is his illegitimate son?

"Director Cui, is there anything else?" Huo Ran picked up the tea cup and pretended to drink tea.

"It's okay, I'll ask him to come over." Cui Baojian took the leave request and returned to the sales department, his head buzzing along the way.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Huo Ran's mouth, and he said to Cui Baojian, Cui Baojian, you'd better not wear small shoes for Xue Ming. Yesterday, the old man of the Zhao family specially told me to take good care of him.

"Don't talk about two months of paid leave. He can take two years of paid leave without any problem." Huo Ran suddenly frowned, wondering whether to offer him a second-level job when Xue Ming came back from vacation.

Cui Baojian returned to the sales department, closed the door and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Xue, tell me the truth. What is your relationship with Director Huo?"

"It's just a colleague relationship. Why did Brother Cui ask that? Did the factory director approve my vacation?" Xue Ming said.

"You can see for yourself, Lao Huo asked you to go to his office to find him." Cui Baojian handed him the leave request, and couldn't help feeling unhappy. He couldn't rip him off this time.