Chapter 229: Knockoff Hand‑Push Tractor

Yang Qing's scheme can be said to be flawless.

Director Wang felt a sudden clarity in his heart.

This time, coming over, we struck it rich again.

"Then I'll go negotiate terms with them; for this agricultural machine project and agricultural tool project, we must secure it for ourselves."

Production is not an issue at all, thanks to the ready-made Agricultural Machine No. 7 as a template and the abundant talent pool of Hongxing Jiedao.

Most of the area around Jiedao consists of steel rolling mills, Mechanical Factories, and similar plants.

Many people have, to varying degrees, some experience of this sort.

Just find a few master craftsmen, set up a bench, and it's very easy.

Moreover, Yang Qing's Long-term Rental project and his renovation company have shared a lot of profit with Jiedao.

At present, the financial pressure is not great.

Yang Qing saw off Director Wang, turned back, and found Chen Hong staring at him with blazing eyes.

Yang Qing was baffled.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Chen Hong reached out, pulled him close, and cupped his face.

"I just want to see how that brain of yours grew."

"How can you be so smart?"

"If this project succeeds, won't our Jiedao become the richest street in the nation?"

You have to know these are all Jiedao-run enterprises.

They're essentially a small collective enterprise.

In other words, future township enterprises.

Small firms in a big market—snatching even a tiny share is enough to keep them afloat.

Yang Qing let her massage him for a while, then boasted loudly,

"Can't you see who your man is?"

"Yang Qing, a genius, got it?"

"Let me tell you, I struck it lucky; I'm a genius who appears once every three thousand years."

Chen Hong's feeling of admiration was instantly shattered by him.

She helped him sit up.

"Still a genius? A genius almost starved to death?"

Yang Qing was indignant.

"What do you mean starved? Didn't I store half a wall's worth of emergency grain?"

"Then what about almost being bullied to death?"

"That was evading the enemy's edge, Hidden Dragon in the abyss; this is the wise who act according to the times, a true hero."

"Hmph, I think it's just cowardice."

……

The couple quarreled verbally and returned to the house.

Yang Qing still had to wash her feet, massage her legs, and rub her waist.

If his own wife doesn't feel tenderness, who will? Chen Hong, with her big belly, is experiencing strong pregnancy reactions—poor sleep, poor appetite, occasional urinary leakage—and yet her mood remains stable, already far better than most people.

Yang Qing's actions also earned him the title of Top Ten Good Husband.

The women in the courtyard were filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

In contrast, their own men didn't know how to be caring at all; they almost wanted to kick them out of their hearts.

These wild pregnant women, many of them still have to wash clothes, cook, do housework, care for the elderly, and serve their own men.

From now on, they are barely human; even old oxen aren't as miserable as they are.

That means most women now have emerged from a sea of suffering, with extremely strong endurance.

In later generations, if a wife is pregnant and you fail to care for her, you'll be condemned to depression.

Liu Shumin, thinking of Yang Qing's care for Chen Hong, felt displeased; looking at Sha Zhu's old face, she almost wanted to slap him twice.

So since Having Children, the number of fights between the couple can be counted on one hand.

Sha Zhu is a man, also a repressed old pervert; how could he stand it?

He finds no solace from Liu Shumin; in the canteen he's different—women in the factory can tease him in all sorts of ways.

Especially toward Qin Huairu, Sha Zhu's scorching gaze cannot be hidden.

Qin Huairu saw all this.

Although she has been idle for a year, she still doesn't fancy Sha Zhu.

One is ugly, the other uneducated; both are too rough.

How could anyone compare to Yang Qing?

Just thinking of Yang Qing makes her heart race wildly.

"Sister Qin, eat more; you look so thin."

As usual, Sha Zhu filled Qin Huairu's lunchbox to the brim.

Qin Huairu gave a brief thanks.

"Zhuzi, thank you."

Then she picked up the lunchbox and left.

She is doing okay now; she's almost mastered the skills of a Level‑One worker, can take the qualification exam next month, and then her salary can increase a bit more.

She is taking Jia Dongxu's shift, so there is no seniority limit.

Although she now receives a regular worker's salary, she also gets a subsidy.

Others at level‑1 earn 27; she will eventually receive 35, and before reaching level‑3 she can get 8 yuan, which is a subsidy for her elderly family members and children.

Watching Qin Huairu carry a bowl away, Sha Zhu, standing behind, stared at her swaying hips and swallowed his saliva.

Xu Damao saw this and sneered.

"Look, keep looking, just looking won't let you eat."

"You have to get involved."

Sha Zhu, seeing it was Xu Damao, trembled so much that he only gave him a third of a dish, the rest counted as broth.

"Xu Damao, you can't spit ivory from a dog's mouth; I heard you never stay home every day—need brother to help you?"

Xu Damao was furious.

"Sha Zhu, is this the dish you gave me? Do you believe I'll sue you?"

Sha Zhu raised his hands.

"Go, go, hurry up; anyone who doesn't go is a grandson, and it'll let the leaders know you harassed Qin Huairu."

"You you you…"

Xu Damao was incensed.

"You wait for me."

He Yuzhu ignored this useless guy; he hadn't beaten Xu Damao in a long time and even felt a bit nostalgic.

After Xu Damao left, an elderly man carried a lunchbox over.

"Zhuzi, give me a serving of pork stewed with vermicelli."

Regarding Yi Zhonghai, Sha Zhu no longer felt anything and had no desire for revenge.

People like that are short‑tempered; politely, they don't hold grudges; bluntly, they're clueless about right and wrong.

He prepared the dish for the elderly man, and He Yuzhu said little.

At that moment, Liu Lan came over.

"Sha Zhu, there's a reception today; the director asked you to make a few signature dishes."

Saying that, she took over Sha Zhu's station.

Sha Zhu, step aside.

"Eat, eat, eat—why not eat them to death, feasting every day."

Liu Lan didn't reply; regarding Sha Zhu's hatred‑like‑enmity, she had nothing to say.

Although he was right, she wouldn't imitate him.

"Sha Zhu, I heard your Jiedao is hiring workers again."

Sha Zhu nodded.

"Recruit three construction workers."

"So, you're going?"

Liu Lan shook her head.

"I'm not going; just asking."

"It's odd—other places have no assignments, yet your Jiedao can't find workers."

Liu Lan was indeed puzzled; in this era, there are still labor shortages.

Sha Zhu was reluctant to speak, but since Liu Lan asked, he didn't conceal anything.

"They're all temporary workers, just the Long-term Rental project that Yang Qing organized."

"It'll only last a few days; they say it's a sprint to finish the final renovations of the completed Long-term Rental so people can move in."

"Resuming construction won't be until next spring."

Liu Lan had been mixing at the steel mill and never expected this Yang Qing to be that Yang Qing.

"Yang Qing, the one who used to do odd jobs in our cafeteria?"

Sha Zhu nodded.

"Exactly that Yang Qing—what's up, any thoughts?"

Liu Lan flushed slightly.

"Ugh, He Yuzhu, you also can't spit ivory from a dog's mouth."

"Hurry and go prepare your dish."