Chapter 252: Seventies Treasure Appraisal System (26)

Xie Yang and her husband went home after the commendation meeting ended.

As soon as they arrived home, Xie Yang had Qin Zheng lie on the bed to rest, while she used the embers from the charcoal fire to fill a bed warmer, tucking it into the quilt to keep him warm.

She also boiled a pot of Brown Sugar ginger tea, and they each drank a cup slowly to warm their bodies.

"This is for you."

After Qin Zheng warmed up, he took the bonus money out of his coat pocket and handed it over voluntarily.

After finishing her ginger tea, Xie Yang put the bonus into a biscuit tin, planning to deposit it into the bankbook when she found the time.

She also recorded it in the household ledger while she was at it.

Regarding Qin Zheng's matter, Guangcheng Public Security had rewarded him with one thousand, and the factory had given him three hundred in condolence money and six hundred in bonuses, totaling one thousand nine hundred.

Even if all the condolence money were used to buy ingredients and nutritional supplements for Qin Zheng to nourish his body, there would still be one thousand six hundred left.

No wonder there was so much sour talk!

Most workers would have to work for three to five years without eating or drinking to save up that much money.

Not to mention that the factory had also arranged a job for her and given Qin Zheng a month of paid leave.

From now on, her household would likely become the most eye-catching existence in the entire Family Building... no! The entire Mechanical Factory, comparable to a fat sheep.

But what did that matter?

People who are jealous of others are mostly incompetent themselves.

If they actually went to perform righteous deeds to earn a bonus, she would even think more highly of them.

"I will work at the Transportation Team for a few months, and once Qin Yue gets his graduation certificate, I will transfer it to him."

Upon hearing this, Qin Zheng immediately said, "No need! What the factory rewarded you with is yours; I will find a way for Qin Yue's job later. If it really doesn't work out, I'll have him follow Lao Zhao to learn maintenance; at most, he just won't have a salary for the first two years."

Xie Yang glanced at him: "Do you think I'm reluctant to give it to Qin Yue? That's not it at all! A fixed nine-to-five desk job is not only tiring but also lacks freedom; I really don't want to go. As long as you don't mind that I don't have a job, I am very happy to be idle at home."

It was fortunate that no third person heard this, otherwise they would have wanted to put a sack over her head.

Waking up naturally every day and eating whatever she wanted—who wouldn't be happy with that?

"How could I! I can afford to support you."

Qin Zheng lifted the quilt and reached out to her. When she walked closer, he pulled her into his arms, covered them both with the quilt, and resting his chin on her shoulder, he said, "If you like working, then go; if you don't like it, then don't. You don't need to have any concerns."

"Then it's settled. I'll work hard for a few months to hold this job for Qin Yue, and when he gets his graduation certificate in the spring, he can come and take over my shift."

Middle school at this time graduated in the spring; Xie Yang calculated that she would work for three to five months at most.

Qin Zheng was speechless and chuckled.

It was clearly a matter of securing a benefit for his nephew, yet she made it sound so aggrieved.

She must have said it that way on purpose because she was afraid he would feel guilty.

How could his wife be so good!

He hugged the person in his arms tighter, a surge of warmth rising in his heart.

If Xie Yang knew his inner thoughts, she would definitely send him one sentence: You're overthinking it!

Xie Yang was truly not accustomed to a fixed nine-to-five desk job.

It would be better in other seasons when the days were long and the sky was bright by five or six in the morning.

But in the freezing cold of deep winter, it was still pitch black at six o'clock; who would be willing to crawl out of a warm quilt, trudging through deep snow, and head to work against the howling northwest wind?

Xie Yang, who had grown accustomed to sleeping in on this plane, struggled every day between getting up and staying in bed.

Qin Zheng felt sorry for her when he saw it, wishing he could go to work in her place, and even came up with an unreliable, terrible idea:

"How about we just have Qin Yue stop going to school and come work in your place now?"

"..."

Was this something a biological uncle would say?

Xie Yang rolled her eyes at him: "You just focus on recovering from your injuries, and Qin Yue should focus on his studies. Isn't it just three to five months? Can't I even manage that? You underestimate me!"

"..."

Fortunately, the second snowfall was truly too heavy; the roads were all covered by deep snow, and even though production tasks were completed, transportation was cut off.

And so, half a month before the New Year, the Mechanical Factory simply followed the lead of other large factories—giving the employees an early holiday.

On the first day of the holiday, Xie Yang allowed herself to sleep in for a long-awaited lie-in, not getting up until noon.

Pulling back the curtains, she found that the snow had stopped and there was no wind; the long-awaited sunlight spilled into the bedroom, making one feel warm and cozy—it couldn't be more comfortable.

Xie Yang took a dry cloth to wipe the balcony railing clean and carried the quilt out to sun it.

Qin Zheng was already busy preparing lunch.

During his recovery, he still insisted on doing whatever he could.

This made Bai Xiuyuan, who had finished her postpartum confinement and had no mother to help her, feeling both the need to do housework and take care of the child, feel full of bitterness when she saw it.

After the factory went on holiday, her husband didn't have to get up early to drive; he slept until the sun hit his backside every day, wouldn't get up unless called for meals, and let alone cooking or doing laundry, even looking after their son required her to urge him three or four times, making it seem as if the child belonged only to her.

Today she lost her temper and threw the son into his arms: "Whoever wants to take care of him can do it; I don't want to anymore! The child isn't mine alone! Why is it that you're either sitting or lying down, while I have to run around in circles serving you two?"

"What's wrong with you again?" He Ximing frowned, displeased. "Whenever you have something to do, you call me; when have I not helped you with the child?"

"What do you mean 'help'? Is the child mine alone? Can't you be proactive? Must I call you for everything? Look at Qin Zheng next door; even though his injuries haven't healed, he's still washing rice and cooking, and then look at you..."

"Pfft!" He Ximing, not knowing which part he heard, let out a mocking laugh. "Of course he has to be diligent. After the New Year, it's hard to say if he can keep his job at the Transportation Team. Maybe he'll have to rely on his wife to support him by then, so how can he not be diligent?"

"What do you mean?" Bai Xiuyuan was stunned, even forgetting that she had just been arguing with her husband, and took her wailing son, soothing him casually. "Don't just say half of what you mean; what exactly do you mean? Oh, hurry up and tell me! Stop keeping me in suspense!"

He Ximing then said: "The younger brother-in-law of a leader at the Industrial Bureau wants to get into our factory's Transportation Team, but where would there be a vacant position all of a sudden? As it turns out, that brother-in-law found out about Qin Zheng's situation from somewhere and went to complain to his brother-in-law. So, before the holiday, the leader came down to inspect the factory and confirmed that Qin Zheng had been collecting a salary without working during this time, and that his wife had become a Dispatcher for the Transportation Team thanks to him. He darkened his face on the spot, saying that rewards should have a limit, and since he hasn't recovered enough to drive, he should hand it over to someone who can, so as not to drag the Transportation Team down... You tell me, isn't Qin Zheng's position in jeopardy?"

Bai Xiuyuan was hoping for her neighbor to have terrible luck, and after hearing her husband finish, she suppressed the secret joy in her heart and asked: "Is this for certain?"

"It's pretty much a sure thing."

Bai Xiuyuan tried her best to suppress the corners of her mouth that couldn't help but turn upward, thinking to herself, let's see how Xie Yang can be smug now!

She had said all along that the factory leadership's reward for Qin Zheng was too much; the man wasn't even dead, so how could they give him both a bonus and a job!

If it were up to her, Qin Zheng's job should be stripped away right now! Why wait until after the New Year!