The courtyard: the atmosphere of human life

Everyone in the warehouse was stunned. At first they thought Darong was joking, but after staring at her for a long time, they finally realized that our Aunt Rong had really only spun half a spindle of yarn.

"Just this half barrel of yarn?"

"Just this half bucket of yarn!"

Darong answered with a soft voice and sharp eyes, very affirmatively.

"Uh... 0.7 kilograms... That's close. If it's any less, I won't be able to read the number!" The people in the warehouse kept sucking their teeth and laughing.

After Darong confirmed the signature, she turned around and went back to pack up and get ready to go off work.

When it comes to cracking down on evil forces, it has to be Darong. Her move is also brilliant. Director Lu, as the workshop director on duty, has to assess everyone's total output at the end of the month.

It was common to have pregnant women workers in textile factories, and every shift would have big bellies that needed to be taken out.

These pregnant female employees often know that they are counted in the average number of people, so they will not deliberately reduce production. Even if they are not personally assessed on production targets, they are unwilling to hold back the team.

The factory has tacitly agreed that when evaluating work teams, the number of all employees on duty should be calculated to get the average value.

But with Darong's actions, one person's production was wiped out. When she was not at work and took leave, her production would not be counted.

But it’s different when she goes to work. She has to calculate the number of people without calculating the output, so the total amount and the average amount are gone.

"Yuan Furong, did you do this on purpose?"

Before Darong had packed her things, Director Lu walked up to her angrily. She was almost mad at this damn girl.

"What's wrong, Director?" Darong looked at Director Lu and asked knowingly.

"0.7 kilograms, even if you give it to them, they won't accept it!"

"But he accepted it." Darong answered innocently.

"Tell me, which company only delivers 0.7 kilograms of yarn a day?"

Ever since the personnel director came to see her last time, Director Lu actually didn't want to bother with Darong anymore. It wasn't that she was afraid of Darong, but she had to give face to the factory. After all, her husband had just been promoted to the Light Textile Bureau, and she couldn't be too ostentatious.

"Director, didn't you see that the yarn I spun was all rotten yarn? It's too difficult to spin. Look, I spun out this bobbin of yarn, and not a single bit was wasted."

Darong pointed at the yarn tube she had just replaced and said aggrievedly.

"I need you!" Director Lu's voice changed with anger.

Although the rotten yarn is difficult to spin, there is no need to pick the tail yarn. When it cannot be spun any more, just pick it and send it back to the previous process for recycling.

The reason why we need to spin it again is to improve the progress of spinning the finished product.

What Darong did not only failed to increase the output of finished products, but instead directly reduced the output value of one person.

"If you work like this, don't come tomorrow and go home to take care of your baby!"

Director Lu was so angry at Darong that he didn't know what to say.

"That won't do. I took sick leave because of an unstable fetus. If I don't come, won't it be considered as absenteeism? How about you give me a note for leave?"

Darong stammered seriously and cautiously, as if she really was some sickly, weak, punching bag.

"You...you...you..." Director Lu said "you" three times in a row and didn't say a word.

"Director, drink some water quickly, don't choke, and breathe easier!"

Darong quickly unscrewed the lid of her water cup and handed it to Director Lu.

Director Lu is older after all. She is not as good at speaking as Darong, and her brain cannot keep up with her pace. After this argument, she was so angry that she almost had a heart attack.

She pushed away Darong's water cup and walked towards her office angrily, as if there was a box of Danshen Pills in the drawer!

After packing up her things, Darong went home happily after get off work. When she passed by Ding Meiru, she greeted her with a smile.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you look so worried again?"

After Zhong Yunxing waited for Darong at the intersection, he saw that she seemed to be worried about something again, and he couldn't help feeling a little worried.

After Darong briefly described to him what happened in the factory, she pouted and rode home without saying a word.

"You haven't suffered any loss, so why are you still unhappy?"

"I'm angry. How could Ding Meiru be such a person? If she was willing to tell the truth, would I have to quarrel with Director Lu?"

The more Darong thought about it, the angrier she felt. After what happened last time, Director Lu finally stopped causing trouble for her, and she also wanted to go back to work peacefully.

After being disturbed by Ding Meiru, Director Lu had to confront him again.

"Da Rong, you should control your temper properly and not take any loss. There will definitely be conflicts..."

Zhong Yunxing hesitated for a moment, but still tried to persuade Darong. Although Darong did not suffer any loss in the previous argument with Director Lu, that was after all because Director Lu did not find the right fault.

"Are you saying that what I did was wrong? Should I just swallow my anger and continue to spin Ding Meiru's unfinished yarn?"

Darong was stunned for a moment and stopped where she was, staring at Zhong Yunxing with her eyes wide open and asked.

As soon as Zhong Yunxing saw this, he knew that Darong was angry and didn't want to hear it.

"I'm not saying you're wrong, but you can't get angry with others as soon as you get to work. Aren't you angry too?"

Zhong Yunxing quickly put on a cheerful smile.

After pausing for two seconds, Darong suddenly raised her legs and kicked out towards home again.

Zhong Yunxing didn't dare to say anything more and could only follow behind silently.

"Wife, don't be angry, I don't mean any harm..."

After arriving home, Zhong Yunxing saw that Darong was ignoring him with a sullen look on her face. He did not even bother to light the stove. He just heated up the kang and went to Darong's side.

"I am not angry."

Darong took a few buns from the grain jar, put them in the pot, then turned and went into the east room to watch TV.

"Then kiss me." Zhong Yunxing moved his face closer in a mean way.

Darong pushed him impatiently and frowned slightly.

"How about I kiss you..."

Zhong Yunxing kept pestering Darong until she was annoyed by him and finally compromised. He finally got his wish and kissed his wife.

Seeing that Darong's emotions had calmed down a lot, Zhong Yunxing pushed her down on the edge of the kang and went to the outer room to light the stove.

In fact, Darong has reflected on this before. No one wants to live with others in a state of combat readiness every day.

The reason why she dared to make such a fuss was that, on the one hand, she was already a front-line worker in the factory, and no job adjustment would make her life more difficult.

Secondly, the salary at their factory is too low, and she has made up her mind to transfer. If she continues to work hard and conscientiously, the factory may not sign a transfer order, as no one wants to lose a good employee.

It's better to let it go like this so that when she needs to be transferred in the future, people can sign the transfer order for her as quickly as possible.