Chapter 315 (1/2)
The southwest base gradually returned to normal. Time passed quickly. A week later, Xing Feng and others who went to the Northwest for support still didn't come back. Yunche didn't say anything on the surface, but he was more and more worried. Seeing the Spring Festival approaching, Xing Feng's daily email didn't mention any words to come back. Everyone at home was worried, but they didn't There is one person who has expressed this concern, and everyone is afraid of infecting other people.
There is also a person who runs to their home every day, that is, Xiujie. At first, he is more reserved. Once a day, then twice a day and three times a day. Later, he just came in the morning. He won't go back until he has supper. He is worried that it's all naked on his face.
”Master, you say you look all day. What's good? Xing dada is such a big man. Can something really happen? ”
According to the Convention, black feather carries yunche out again. In these two days, yunche is more and more worried. After breakfast, he has to take xiaopang out for a walk. Black feather is always worried that his pregnancy is inconvenient, and he will hurt his little master. He volunteered to ride them to the outside of the community and lingered outside the community gate for a long time before coming back.
”Who told you I was worried about them? Haven't you heard that pregnant people need to move more before giving birth? ”
Holding chubby Chen's cloud in one hand, chuckling like a smile, the skill of blind bullshit has been improved.
”Listen to your ghost, do you think the beast is as good as Yao Yao? You are so lazy that you have no bottom line. If you were not worried about Xing dada, how could you run out in such a cold day? What's more, you don't do business. You just walk around. It's good for your birthday. How much exercise do you do when you sit on the beast? Please don't think of this beast as stupid as you do, will you? ”
Black feather turns to look at him, full of disgust, don't know what they say little fat morning simply from their own space to find a magic cube to play with.
”It's better to be lazy and have no bottom line than you have no bottom line.”
Yunche is not upset after being exposed. He is still lazy. It doesn't mean much to him whether it's cold or not. Just like he's not afraid of heat, he's not afraid of cold. Besides, his elder sister still forces him to wrap a thick down jacket before going out. If it's not for his special constitution, he's probably sweating.
”Who has no bottom line and who has no bottom line? I don't know how much chastity there is. You think everyone is like you? ”
If it wasn't for fear that they were still on his back, he would jump up and blow up his hair. Recently, he doesn't know how obedient he is. He hasn't been out for a long time No, he didn't go out to say hello to others. He felt that he was about to become a saint.
”Yes, you are. Are you the most prudent when you argue about such things?”
”Fuck, master...”
”Cloud team, take the morning out for a walk again.”
He was interrupted in the middle of his argument. Not far ahead, the gatekeeper was greeting them. Yunche replied with a smile: ”well, go out for a walk and keep warm. Don't stand outside. Close the iron gate and go back to the house to get warm. You will be called when someone comes.”
No matter the members of the team or the ordinary people in Chaoyang are well adjusted. Even in the cold weather, they are all standing at the door as upright as Qingsong. From this point of view, yunche admires Gu Mingxuan's ability to resist.
”It's OK. We're used to it. The captain is not here. We should be more energetic and guard our home.”
Instead of a few young talents standing guard, I exchanged greetings with yunche. Seeing that they were going out, I took the initiative to return to the guard room and pressed the button to open the door. Two heavy iron doors opened slowly.
”Ha ha With you in my house, Xing dada is at ease no matter how long he goes. ”
Yunche smiled a little, and black feather took them out with a big swagger: ”everyone is working hard. When Xing dada comes back, I will definitely let him give you a good reward.”
It's OK that he doesn't speak. The guards at the gate of the gate all draw their muscles uncontrollably. Although they have made great efforts to keep their eyes on him, they shiver when they hear his voice because the psychological shadow area he left them before is too large.
Out of the gate of the community, yunche asked black feather to take them to the quilt factory to turn around. From a distance, he heard the sound of playing cotton and machine operation. The quilt factory was built in a simple way, and the equipment was not advanced. However, yunche employed many ordinary people, and could produce many quilt and cotton padded jackets every day. Most of them would be distributed to the people in the community, and only a few of them were waste or waste of Changle Mo Shaoyang has been replaced. In fact, it's almost the same as the one who sent them directly. For the people he recognizes, yunche never cares so much, except for the usual bickering.
”Cloud team!”
”Cloud team!”
The quilt factory covers an area of hundreds of square meters, not very big. Yunche didn't ride black feather in, but jumped down and led xiaopang in. Black feather was also very conscious. When he became a little milk dog, he jumped on his shoulder and saw them coming in. The workers of the quilt factory raised their heads to greet him. They were ordinary people, not family members of the internal staff of Chaoyang peak, all from Except for a few men who play cotton and carry it, others are women who have lost their husbands in the end of the world and who have old people and children to take care of. Yunche gives each of them five Jin of rice every day, which can not only feed their families, but also save some money. Everyone is very grateful to him.”Don't worry about me. I'll have a look.”
Yunche smiles and waves his hand, leads xiaopangchen to continue to walk inside, and then goes to the cotton playing area. How many jin of cotton each person plays every day will be recorded on a book hanging on the wall behind them. Yunche takes down the records of several people and looks at them. Xiaopangchen has already run curiously to see those people playing cotton.
”Uncle, what are you doing?”
Xiaopang Chen's mouth is sweet and lovely. The man questioned looks in his thirties and smiles unconsciously: ”I'm playing quilts now. Are you Chenchen, the nephew of cloud team?”