On weekends, because Jun Tao was going back to the old house to chat with Dong Weicheng to relieve boredom. The child was still young, and because she was afraid that Jun Tao would not take good care of her and that Dong Fang would suffer from it, Xiaoxiao temporarily sent her daughter Aixiao to her natal home and asked her mother Xianglian to take care of her.
After everything was arranged properly, Xiaoxiao and Pan Lei took the county bus to Shuhong Town. Shu Hong is more than an hour's drive away from Jinxian County. After getting off the bus, he has to take two three-wheeled motorcycles and walk around the winding mountain road for more than 40 minutes.
Although it is a beautiful mountain and river, but it is located in a remote place, and it is not easy to go into the town. If people outside come here for the first time, acid water will flow straight from their intestines on the winding mountain road, and one of them will vomit on the way because his stomach is so troubled.
When they arrived at the Shuhong Winery, it was still early, so Xiaoxiao followed Pan Lei's mother and son, and went around the Shuhong Winery. The equipment of Shuhong Distillery is really old, not to mention the standardized brewing process, and the condition of the wine cellar is not good. Under such circumstances, it is not easy for Shuhong Distillery to continue to be maintained. of.
The three of them left the wine cellar, ready to go back to the reception room to wait for the factory manager. When passing by a utility room, Xiaoxiao suddenly saw a girl, wearing a blue Lenin suit, squatting in a corner and rubbing her hands fiercely.
Xiaoxiao squinted her eyes and took a closer look. The girl's hands may have been stained with ink from a mimeograph machine, and even her palms and wrists were covered with a large black patch.
She held a piece of laundry soap and kept rubbing her hands, so hard that she could peel off a layer of skin. But where is the ink so easy to clean, the result is that the more you rub it, the darker it seems that this thing will never be cleaned.
The noon sun fell into the washbasin, and the young girl's face was reflected in it, full of sadness. Xiaoxiao felt inexplicably distressed when she saw it, thinking about how a young girl could get her hands like this.
"You shouldn't wash with soap." Xiaoxiao couldn't help but walked over, knelt down and said.
When the girl heard someone coming, she hurriedly wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, but the corners of her eyes were also stained black, and she looked even more embarrassed.
Pan Lei's mother found a bottle of kerosene and handed it over, Xiaoxiao took it, and motioned for the girl to hold out her hand. A strong smell of kerosene filled her nose, and the girl turned her head and sneezed loudly.
"It has to be rubbed with oil, ink is afraid of this." Xiaoxiao said softly.
The girl rubbed her hands repeatedly, then took the towel and rubbed the corners of her eyes. A hot smell invaded her eyes for a while, and she shed tears from the pain. After a few minutes, the pain disappeared. At this time, I saw that the black marks on her hands had indeed been rubbed off.
"Are you new to the winery?" Xiaoxiao asked curiously.
The girl looked up at Xiaoxiao, Pan Lei, mother and son, nodded and said, "I didn't pass the college entrance examination before, but my family was in a hurry to cook rice. I really couldn't help it, so I came here to do some odd jobs. The factory manager is kind, Willing to accept me, let me read and review when I have nothing to do, saying that it is to cheer for the university entrance examination, and I will not have to do such strenuous work in the future."
Hearing this, Pan Lei's mother explained: "That's right, the factory recently recruited a few young children. They all failed the college entrance examination and had to retake the exam, or they passed the exam and their families had no money to send them out. The benefits are not good, but I¡¯m still willing to recruit these children and give them more ways to go. In fact, behind the scenes, the factory manager pays for it himself to subsidize the wages of these children.¡±
"Oh" Xiaoxiao responded softly, but there were mixed feelings in her heart. Such a dilapidated distillery can't even pay the wages of its employees, yet it still finds ways to continue helping these poor students. How about the factory manager's kindness? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com