After rebirth, I still experienced a mess

14Will there be a future?

Xiao Wei still had difficulty explaining this question, and could only vaguely say, "Wang Youfu will definitely force me to get married, so I have no choice but to leave."

"It's not like in the past. Forcing people to do something will result in imprisonment."

"Well. I'll think about it again. Let's talk about it after the busy farming season."

Since ancient times, romantic people are only born in wealthy families, and people at the bottom of society make a living by working together. Gu Zehua's concerns are normal. Even if Xiao Wei has a good impression of him, she is not ready to marry him. After all, she doesn't know him well, let alone have any feelings for him.

Once you miss some things, the situation will be very different. Xiao Wei thinks that leaving should be considered carefully. Now that you have a good job, you may not be able to avoid the hardships you know in advance.

In other words, it is not yet time to leave.

When I got back to the dormitory, I found that there was no light and the town had no electricity yet.

There is a kerosene lamp by Jiang Yingying's bed, and Jiang Yingying would definitely not object to sharing a night with her. But since I want to keep my distance from her, I have to minimize involvement as much as possible, so it's better to let her do what she wants.

The public shops had already closed, but fortunately private transactions were not yet banned during this period, so Xiao Wei went to a candle shop and bought ten candles, two boxes of matches, and a small bundle of incense sticks, because the owner guaranteed that the fragrance was strong.

The smell of kerosene lamps can harm the respiratory system, so try to avoid them if possible.

Xiao Wei felt a little painful after spending more than two dollars.

Her mother stuffed more than 20 yuan into her pocket, which should be all the family savings, and now she has spent half of it. When making the bed, she found that Wang Youfu also hid more than 10 yuan in the quilt, so that even if he ate and drank lavishly, he could last until the next month's salary.

For Xiao Wei, the most urgent thing at the moment is not to stay alive, but to live a long and comfortable life, which means he needs money, lots and lots of money.

At the moment, one silver dollar could only be exchanged for five yuan, and the gold and silver hidden at the bridgehead could be exchanged for two or three hundred yuan at most, while a bicycle cost one hundred and sixty yuan. Most importantly, it would be very dangerous if you couldn't tell where the money came from.

How to make money, and make a lot of money, has become the top priority. The government has long since banned private business. Except for agricultural products, which can be bought and sold appropriately, industrial products are almost all monopolized by the government. Xiao Wei thought about it for a long time but could not find a feasible solution.

When Jiang Yingying came back, Xiao Wei had already washed up and was lying on the bed reading a book. She was puzzled: "It's such a waste to light candles. And you bought so many books. It seems your family is very rich."

Xiao Wei smiled and asked back: "Sister Jiang, you are joking. Do I look like a rich person? I can't save money on daily necessities."

Jiang Yingying was not too serious: "When you go out, don't spend lavishly, spend frugally, and don't eat too much and have no food for the next meal."

"Thank you, Sister Jiang, for reminding me. I will pay attention to it in the future."

Among the books he bought, in addition to the Selected Works of Leaders, Agricultural Technology, and Treatises on the Thoughts of Friendly Nations, Xiaowei's favorites are "The Biography of Su Dongpo" and "History of the May Fourth Movement". Or rather, Xiaowei had no intention of reading the first ones, but just kept these two as a cover.

Xiao Wei wants to establish an image of a person who is hard-working and studious.

Seeing that Xiaowei was not in the mood to chat, Jiang Yingying did not disturb him and borrowed a copy of "History of the May Fourth Movement" to read.

After the dormitory area quieted down, Jiang Yingying suddenly asked a strange question: "What do you think of Director Hong?"

Xiao Wei answered simply: "I don't know, it's hard to say."

With Director Hong's flamboyance and level of ability, he will be the first to be criticized and even killed in the future. Xiao Wei doesn't want to get involved in this mess.

There are six people in Xiaowei's office. In addition to the director and two presidents, the other two are in charge of supply and marketing and are also responsible for auditing.

The job that Director Hong assigned to Xiao Wei was to copy the work and product situation of each branch, including lateness, early leave and work mistakes, and then summarize and retain them, and hand them over to the accountant at the end of the month as the basis for salary payment.

Xiao Wei made a special attendance sheet, adhering to the concept of more work, more pay, adding points to those who produce more, deducting appropriate points for those who produce less or poor quality products, and noting the reasons. This method of recording work can only be implemented in ten years, Xiao Wei thinks to do it first and let the higher-ups decide.

After going around the branches, Xiao Wei finally understood why she was assigned this job. In the past, the team leaders of each branch directly handed over the data to the accounting office, which may have caused many conflicts because it was too average or not detailed, so they decided to use one person to do the statistics in order to divert conflicts and disputes.

A newborn calf will not think too much. Xiao Wei has simple social relationships and is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.

Of course, Xiao Wei was asked to copy the construction diary in the branch office only for the purpose of keeping it for the time being to prevent the accountant from doing anything wrong. It was also a trial run, and the team leader still had to hand in the workers' attendance to the accounting office. In other words, Xiao Wei's main role in this job was to supervise and publicize.

The next evening, Vice President Li, who had been in town for a day-long meeting, returned to his office and saw Xiao Wei reading the newspaper and taking notes. He leaned in to take a closer look and saw that the handwriting looked like ghostly scribbles. He burst out laughing and said, "This is too much cursive writing, even gods can't recognize it. I'm afraid only you can understand this word."

Director Hong on the left just looked up, his eyes full of contempt.

The one he despises is, of course, his rival, Vice President Li. He is clearly saying: Just because he is ignorant doesn't mean others are short-sighted.

Xiao Wei was about to report on his work, but Vice President Li beat him to the punch: "Xiao Ji, what have you learned from your day's work?"

Before Xiao Wei could organize her words, she continued, "Well, write me a report on the current situation of each branch, the problems that exist, and how to improve them. If you are not familiar with them, go find someone to consult."

Xiao Wei was very surprised: "I, can I do it?"

"Let's write it down first. I believe in your ability. I just want to see how your view of the association differs from others."

"Okay. I'll do my best."

This task seemed difficult, but for Xiao Wei, who had run a clothing and woodworking workshop, it was a piece of cake. He started sorting out the materials immediately.

In fact, without putting pen to paper, Xiao Wei already knew that it must be a task assigned to Vice President Li by the town, and it was most likely a speech for a meeting.

Even if it means helping others, you have to do it.

Vice President Li gave his instructions and left. Director Hong pretended to be considerate: "Don't take it so seriously. There's no rush. Take your time."

Xiao Wei replied perfunctorily: "Yeah. Even if you take your time, you may not be able to fix it."

During dinner, Jiang Yingying took the initiative to sit with Xiao Wei again, and revealed a piece of information intentionally or unintentionally: the president of the association has been transferred to the town government, and the candidate for president has not yet been determined. It must be between Vice President Li and Director Hong: "Xiao Ji, who do you think is more suitable to be the president?"

Xiao Wei said the same thing: "I just got here, I don't understand, it's hard to say."

Seeing several young men coming up to him and asking him to exchange lines again, Xiao Wei had no choice but to eat his fill quickly and run away after saying something.

After killing all the landlords and dividing up the property of the rich, the smart people everywhere thought they were the real masters and wanted to prove their master qualities, so culture was the first choice. However, they did not know that writing was not equal to culture and there was a world of difference between them.

In order to prepare for the prospect of being independent from the world, Xiao Wei naturally does not want to communicate with anyone, and there is no one worth making close friends with. He only survives in this environment just to stay alive.

Wang Youfu was waiting at the dormitory door and brought Xiaowei a small jar of pickled mustard greens and salted pork: "My mother set the wedding date for the 20th day of the twelfth lunar month."

"Oh. What's it got to do with me?"

He opened the door calmly, picked up the clothes he had soaked in the afternoon, and went to the well to wash them.

"I was wrong about what happened the night before. I promise to treat you well in the future."

"Do you think there will be a future for us?"