Chapter 211: Urging Marriage and Childbirth

The next day, Master Lei came over early in the morning.

Seeing Yang Qing, he gave a look that said, "I'm with you now."

"I agree, so we'll leave it to you—don't let me down."

Yang Qing laughed heartily and gave Lei Gensheng a hug.

Then he extended his hand and said solemnly.

"Welcome you, Master Lei, welcome to join our big collective."

Lei Gensheng reached out and shook his hand.

"From now on, please guide me."

Wan Ling, seeing this, also excitedly ran over to join the fun.

"Welcome, welcome, Master Lei—I didn't expect you to come."

Yang Qing was speechless.

"All right, Wan Ling, we can start the publicity for our home-decoration department."

"Any family with members aged ten to twenty-five who are single and unmarried must be given publicity."

Wan Ling, hearing this, picked up a large stack of documents and ran out excitedly.

"Great, then you watch the door at home; I'll come relieve you at noon."

Lei Gensheng watched Wan Ling walk away, puzzled.

"What's up with her?"

Yang Qing gave a hehe smile, then took out another stack of documents and handed them to him.

"I'm going to give you publicity."

"For now, ground promotion is the best method."

"Anyway, within a Jiedao, many people know each other's backgrounds."

"As for other Jiedaos' business, let's first look at our own Jiedao—South Gong and Drum Lane area is quite large, it's a town‑level Jiedao."

Lei Gensheng took the documents, opened them, and a pencil‑drawn rendering appeared before his eyes—very intuitive.

He was startled and excitedly asked.

"Who drew this?"

Yang Qing pointed at himself: "Me—what's up? I also drew the three templates for the public housing; you didn't notice."

Lei Gensheng looked at him in surprise.

"You? You still have this skill?"

"You haven't studied much, right? Actually, it seems you're self‑studying now, but self‑study can't make you this good, can it?"

"Your drawing is better than many of our senior masters."

"Renderings? They're everywhere these days; earlier construction did have drawings, but mostly they were line drawings, and Yang Qing's rendering is still a bit different."

"You flatter me—you know sketching, right? That's just pencil drawing."

Master Lei shook his head; he truly hasn't learned these.

"We also have similar drawings, but none with your effect."

"He's talking about a simple diagram, i. e., a framework diagram."

Yang Qing waved his hand.

"Don't dwell on this—if you want to learn, I can teach you."

"What you need to do now is get familiar with these drawings, because future home‑decoration work will mostly be based on them for redesign."

"You need to integrate these designs into every setting."

Lei Gensheng looked at the very modern home‑decoration items on the drawings, treating them like treasures.

"Okay, okay, I like this work."

"Yang Qing, on this drawing, do you have the design drawings for this bed?"

"And this kind of table, this kind of chair—what kind of sofa is this? Why does it feel so different?"

He acted as if he had discovered something amazing, and began asking nonstop about the furniture on the drawings.

Yang Qing felt a bit overwhelmed by his questions.

"Master Lei, Master Lei, I just drew a shell; you need to fill in the rest yourselves."

"I don't know carpentry—that's your strong suit."

"If you like them, go ahead and rationalize them."

"Then make them and see how the market reacts."

"These furnishings are all I casually drew to match the home‑decoration effect."

Lei Gensheng, hearing his words, clutched the drawings and ran outside.

"Then I'll go first."

He needed to hurry back to absorb nutrients.

Yang Qing saw him running off with the rendering and got anxious.

"Hey, Master Lei, I still need these drawings this afternoon for the ground promotion."

Lei Gensheng paid no heed; the more urgently Yang Qing shouted, the faster he ran, as if a flood and ferocious beasts were chasing him.

Yang Qing had just chased out the door when he was already gone.

He really ran fast.

"You must be born in the Year of the Rabbit."

When it was noon, Wan Ling came back tired.

Yang Qing asked.

"How's the effect?"

Wan Ling plopped onto the chair.

"Zero."

"It's just those old women at home, asking about this and that, but never about renovation."

"I almost got myself involved, it's too scary."

Yang Qing gave a hehe laugh; the women he visits are all at marriageable age, and this year the situation is even better, so getting a wife has also started to be put on the agenda.

Before him was a lively young lady; it would be strange if they weren't interested.

"What's there to be afraid of? Getting married directly would be great; you can even decorate the house yourself, want whatever you like, just get whatever you like."

Wan Ling gave him a look of disgust.

"Go die."

"I'm doing this for your own good."

"Go die!"

"Really, look at you, you're not young anymore………"

"Get lost, Yang Qing, get lost……"

Yang Qing snatched her drawings and ran.

"Then I'll go……"

Watching Yang Qing walk away, Wan Ling let out a breath.

The feeling of being pressured to marry is really awful.

Pressured at home, pressured at work, do they even let people live?

Yang Qing took the documents and went home; he still had to cook for the grandma.

Back home, the grandma had already started cooking.

Yang Qing hurriedly stepped forward.

"Grandma, go rest; I'll do it."

The grandma didn't argue, she herself took out the scallions, shredded them, and arranged them on a plate.

"Will Honghong come back to eat?"

Yang Qing shook his head.

"She said she's going to the agricultural technology station today, so she probably won't come back."

"We'll just eat our own."

The grandma nodded.

"Ah, like that."

"Qing, Grandma has something to say; I don't know whether I should say it."

Yang Qing wouldn't dare say not to say it.

"Grandma, if you have something to say, just say it straight."

Seeing that Yang Qing didn't show much resentment, the grandma then said.

"Qing, look, Liu Shumin is already six months pregnant; you and Honghong should also hurry up, since you've been married over a year."

"You're also not young anymore."

"Honghong is already 26."

"This girl, being too old for childbearing is not good."

Okay, Yang Qing understood; he's run into pressure to have a child.

He just finished being pressured to marry, and now he's pressured to have a child—can only say it's karmic retribution.

Yang Qing pretended to be helpless.

"Grandma, it's not that fate hasn't arrived yet; we still have to see if heaven wills it."

"We got checked last year, our bodies are fine, but he just can't; you say this isn't heavenly will, what is it?"

"We're waiting for fate; when fate comes, he'll naturally have it."

The grandma wouldn't listen to his nonsense.

"Last time, Xu Huizhen that girl didn't leave you a prescription? I think it won't work; you guys should just try it."

"If that still doesn't work, I still have a folk remedy here, but you have to keep it secret from Honghong."

As soon as Yang Qing heard, he knew this folk remedy has a strong taste.

"Grandma, is this prescription reliable?"

The grandma got anxious.

"How could it not be reliable? We've been using it for years where we're from."

"It's just using geckos, mole crickets……"

"In short, this prescription looks…… quite distinctive."

But Yang Qing expressed his thanks and declined; we don't need this.

(I'm telling the truth; in the past, rural areas had many of these earthen houses, very bizarre; some daughters-in-law ate these and threw up.)

(Here I'm saying this because Lou Xiao'e is about to be arranged to come up; everyone should know this plot.)