Me! The dark horse of the Siheyuan, my wife Chen Xueru

Yang Zhengcheng turned around and followed Yang Muzi into the backyard. "Uh..."

Uncle Er froze in place, his face filled with extreme embarrassment.

Soon, Chen Xueru brought some side dishes from the kitchen and the two brothers started drinking.

"Brother, I will always rely on you in the future! I toast to you!"

"Brother, don't think I don't know that you must have other things to do." "Haha, drink!" "Brother, I toast to you!"

The two brothers were drinking in the house. Outside the house, Uncle One, Uncle Two and several workers in the yard were running around in a panic.

It’s not right to go in, and it’s not right not to go in.

At this moment, Uncle Yi and others were very worried. They were afraid that if Yang Muzi said something he shouldn't have said in front of Director Yang, they would lose their iron rice bowl.

You know, many of them have grudges against Yang Muzi.

Jia Dongxu was especially anxious, sweating profusely. Yang Muzi asked, "Brother, what's going on at the steel mill?"

Yang Zhengcheng: "We are expanding vigorously. Brother, I have always had a question that I haven't found an answer to in many places."

"what is the problem?"

"Brother, why do you think the higher-ups attach so much importance to this steel mill?" "Military industry."

Yang Muzi said two words, and Yang Zhencheng seemed to be thinking deeply. "Brother, please forgive my stupidity. Please explain it clearly." Chen Xueru on the side also pricked up her ears. She never expected that

A big shot like Yang Zhengcheng would ask questions of her man.

Yang Muzi lowered his voice and said, "The war on the front line has ended for two years. Brother, tell me what inspiration we should get from this war."

"Hahaha!"

Yang Zhengcheng laughed: "Our army is invincible and brave. With a steel-like will, we resisted the wolfish ambitions of the imperialists and crushed their ambitions. The biggest inspiration, of course, is that only by strengthening the country and the army can we resist their expansion."

"wrong!"

Yang Muzi shook his head. "What's wrong?" Yang Zhengcheng asked.

"Brother, you also said that we defeated the enemy by relying on our invincible will, but behind this invincible will, so many people had to sacrifice themselves.

Every bullet, every gun, every cannon, every tank, and every fighter plane needs to be made of steel.

If we had enough steel and could make enough weapons, would we still need so many people to shed blood and sacrifice their lives?"

"This……"

Yang Zhengcheng was stunned.

Only then did he understand the importance of the steel mill. "This is the army." Yang Muzi took a sip of wine.

"What about the work?" Yang Zhengcheng asked again.

Yang Muzi said calmly: "The country has just been established, and has gone through a huge war of attrition. In the environment of great peace, it is actually riddled with holes.

The country needs construction. We need to build railways, roads, houses, trains, ships and cars.

To sum up, which one can be separated from steel?" "That makes sense!" Yang Zhengcheng nodded in agreement.

"Therefore, we must develop industry, attach importance to workers and steel mills. For a long time to come, workers will be the favorites of God. This is created by the general trend of the times."

"At the same time, this is inevitable and must be done. The country's future strategy is here."

“This…” After hearing these words, Chen Xueru was astonished.

In her eyes, although men are smart, they spend most of their time on useless things.

I never expected that Yang Muzi, who never leaves the house, has such a thorough understanding of the overall situation.

The fact that he exchanged the gold for money in advance and closed the two shops, Huichuntang and Silk Shop, was enough to show that he had already understood the general trend of the world.

He even has a grasp of the direction of the situation in the next few decades.

This cannot be accomplished with just a little cleverness; it requires great wisdom.

"Brother, listening to your words is worth ten years of reading. Let me offer you a glass!" Yang Zhengcheng's face was full of admiration. He picked up the glass and drank it all. He had to say that his cheap brother once again impressed everyone.

Yang Muzi put down his wine glass and said, “Brother, industry is an important cornerstone for the rise of a great country, and the steel mill is the top priority.

The fact that you were appointed as the director of the steel rolling mill is enough to show that you must have something extraordinary.

However, there are many people who covet this position, so I have to be on guard." "Brother, teach me what to do?" Yang Zhengcheng's eyes lit up, and Yang Muzi's words touched his heart.

He was originally the chief constable of the Six Gates, and was naturally intimidated by the sudden decision to take over this large factory with tens of thousands of employees.

If done well, there will naturally be great potential.

If he fails to do his job well, his future will be in jeopardy and his career may even be over.

Therefore, how to run the steel mill well has become the top priority.

Yang Muzi smiled and said, "Just three words: production." "Production?" Yang Zhengcheng scratched his head. "Yes, production at all costs."

"I understand. Thank you, brother. You helped me a lot. Hahaha!"

Yang Zhengcheng laughed.

Isn't the higher-ups vigorously supporting the steel mill? So he just focuses on production.

As long as we increase production capacity, it will be much better than engaging in intrigue with others.

Once the production capacity is increased and the people above are satisfied, his position as factory director will be secure and no one can take it away.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Chen Xueru had a sense that Xu Huizhen had come to Yang Muzi for ideas again.

I didn't expect that the director of a steel mill might need advice from his own man.

Chen Xueru couldn't help feeling a little proud. My man is awesome.

"Brother, let's not talk about this anymore, let's drink!"...

"Drink, drink! By the way, brother, do you need my help with Xueru's matter?"

Yang Muzi shook his head: "The public-private partnership has not officially started yet, so I don't need it for a while. I'll find you when I need it."

"Okay, don't be polite to me when the time comes!" "Of course, big brother, cheers."

The next day, many young people in the yard went to the steel mill in groups to apply for jobs.

Everyone came back happily in the afternoon, and all the unemployed young people in the yard were accepted.

Once the steel mill is completed, I can report to work there. "Mom, mom, mom, I'm a worker at the steel mill." "Great, great, my son has done well and now has a stable job."

"Dad, when I start working, I'll have money and we won't have to live a hard life anymore."

"Kid, work hard." "You must work hard. Long live the workers."

The weather is getting warmer.

Yang Muzi was lying lazily in the rocking chair, while his two children were sitting on the ground playing in the mud.

Yang Muzi suddenly asked, "Ping An, Ping Xin, what do you want to do when you grow up?"

In the past two days, all the children in the yard have decided to become workers.

Yang Muzi was worried that his daughter and son would be led astray, so he asked this suddenly.

Both of them were born in 53. When they grow up, the reform and opening up will not be far away. Yang Muzi does not want them to wish to become workers.

"Dad, I want to learn Chinese medicine. I think it would be very fulfilling to treat illnesses and save lives like Dad."

Yang Pingan said proudly.

He saw that Yang Ping'an often treated people in the courtyard and thought it was very impressive.

"Okay, okay, our Ping'an is the most promising one." Yang Muzi was very satisfied. Chinese medicine is not bad, and it is better than being a worker.

Yang Muzi has no plans for his children's future, nor will he impose his own demands.

It mainly depends on their interests and hobbies. They will develop in the direction they like.

"Pingxin, what do you want to do when you grow up?" Yang Muzi asked again.

Yang Pingxin tilted her head and thought for a while: "Dad, I want to be like mom and learn to design beautiful clothes. When I grow up, I want to design clothes that are a hundred times or a thousand times better than mom's."

"Not bad, not bad, you have a promising future!" Yang Muzi was very satisfied. There is a lot of room for development in the clothing industry in the future.

"Pingxin, you are still young now. When you grow up, Dad will teach you how to design clothes."

"Yeah! Thank you, Dad."

To design clothes, one needs to have an understanding of beauty. Yang Pingxin is still young, and it is not too late to learn when he grows up.

"Ping An, from now on, Daddy will teach you Chinese, um, no, Daddy will teach you two to learn Chinese characters."

Yang Muzi originally wanted to teach Chinese medicine to his son, but his son could not read a single word and could not learn Chinese medicine.

If you can’t learn Chinese medicine, learn to read first.

As he spoke, Yang Muzi sat up and wrote the word "人" on the ground with a branch.

"This word is pronounced ren, and it means ren for adults and children. Remember it?" "I remember it!" "Ren!"

His son and daughter followed his example and each drew a crooked "person" with a branch.

Even though it was written unfairly, it was written nonetheless.

Then, Yang Muzi wrote about twenty words including big, small, many, few, water, fire, etc.

And called it several times seriously. The next day.

Yang Muzi called his son and daughter over and said with a smile, "Do you still remember a few of the words I taught you yesterday?"

"I remember everything."

"Lying costs you a big ass."

Yang Muzi didn't believe that he could remember all those words. "Really, Dad, look!" Yang Ping'an and Yang Pingxin each took a branch and drew on the ground: people, big, small, many, few, water, fire...

Yang Muzi was shocked.

They wrote every word he taught them yesterday, and neither of them made any mistakes.

My two children are so gifted. "Dad, I want to learn 100 words today." "I want to learn one too!"

"it is good!"

Yang Muzi taught him another hundred words, and when he checked the next day, he could still write them word for word.

"You two, your memory is too good." Yang Muzi was speechless. Yang Pingan said naively: "Dad, if you teach me once, I can remember everything."

"Dad, me too!" Yang Ping thought. Damn!!! He has a photographic memory. Yang Muzi was completely shocked.

If one child has a photographic memory, it's fine, but if both children have it, then it's not the children's problem.

It is the super nutrient solution and super milk powder provided by the system that changed the two children.

As for the third and fourth children, the system also provided them with super nutrient solution and super milk powder, so what about them...

Yang Muzi suddenly realized that his greatest wealth was these little gadgets.

Yang Muzi wrote the word "you".

"You, you, my you, your you." "You, you, my you, your you." The two children read along.

"Hey~~ I'm teaching my child to write." "Uncle San, you're here?"

The third uncle walked into the backyard with his hands behind his back.