flstandardbreds Chapter 947 My boyfriend is 1 yuan a month
Chapter 947 My boyfriend is 1 yuan a month
Zhao Mingpu was speechless.
"Boss, are you afraid that I will run away? You have done this much, there is absolutely no way I can run away."
Meng Wantang looked at Zhao Mingpu strangely and said, "What are you thinking? I'm not going to the factory tomorrow, so you can report to the factory yourself. I'll call Li Aimin when I get home in the evening. You can discuss the factory's affairs with each other, and you can handle the research and development of new beverages yourself. After the research and development, if you can't make up your mind, call me."
Meng Wantang wrote her phone number on it as she spoke.
"This is my home landline. This is my cell phone number, and this is my pager number."
Zhao Mingpu then realized that he had been overthinking and scratched his head in embarrassment.
He memorized all the numbers at a glance.
"Then I'll sign the contract now."
Meng Wantang handed him the pen and said, "I will come to your house every half month to treat your mother. And this is for you."
"what is this?"
After Zhao Mingpu signed, he looked up and took the envelope in confusion.
"Your salary for this month has been paid to you in advance. This is called an advance salary. Don't be too touched. Our factory is relatively humane. And you are a high-end talent. In order to retain talent, we are a little more humane. You can use this money to give to the elderly and children at home, and to replenish your own health."
Zhao Mingpu held the envelope and didn't know what to say to Meng Wantang.
Now, even if Meng Wantang wanted his head, he would take the initiative to hand it over and wait for her to chop it off.
"Mr. Meng, I will definitely work hard to develop more beverages. I will definitely not let you waste your money and efforts in vain."
"Then I'll wait for you to make a lot of money for me. Don't let me lose money, Lao Zhao."
Meng Wantang packed everything with a smile.
She lowered her head and rubbed Zhao Jiang's head, then smiled and said to the child, "I will bring two books tomorrow. Let your father teach you to read when he is free. When you have finished reading both books, you can call me."
She also wanted to know whether the child was suitable for studying medicine.
Traditional Chinese medicine is actually very mysterious and is also a very interesting subject.
In the future, the country is vigorously promoting traditional Chinese medicine.
And this is a skill that will never kill you.
"Master, I will definitely study hard."
"Okay."
Meng Wantang agreed to the child's request, and when she came the next day, she actually brought two books for the child.
When she was not treating the old lady, she would explain to the child. No matter whether the child could understand or not, she would tell the child why she should do so.
Xiao Zhao listened carefully.
Wearing the clothes that Xiaopang wore when he was a child, the originally thin child seemed like a different person, now gentle and handsome. Like his father, he had an indescribable bookish air.
Children of the same age can’t sit still and just want to go out and play every day.
But Zhao Jiang was different. He would stay by her side for as long as she treated the old lady.
The child didn't seem impatient at all.
Those boring medical knowledge are hard for adults to understand, let alone children. Some people feel confused and dizzy after listening to them.
Zhao Jiang seemed to really understand everything.
Meng Wantang looked at the child in front of him and felt a sense of appreciation for his talent.
She began to tell Zhao Jiang some basic knowledge.
"I won't come tomorrow. I'll come the day after tomorrow. I have something to do and can't come tomorrow."
Meng Wantang finished giving acupuncture to the old lady.
When the old lady heard that there would be no acupuncture tomorrow, there was no disappointment on her face. Instead, two words were written all over her little face in the photo.
disappointment.
Meng Wantang couldn't help but smile and said to Zhao Jiang, "If you really want to learn, read these two books I gave you. Then study hard in school, and when you grow up, apply to a traditional Chinese medicine school. In the future, you can become a doctor like me."
She just provided the child with a path to take. As for whether the child will choose this path, that is the child's own business.
He is still young and it is hard to predict what will happen in the future.
After all, a child may like to learn painting today, but may like to learn singing tomorrow.
Zhao Mingpu has already gone to work in the factory.
The old lady next door to him helps take care of the elderly and children at home and gives her twenty yuan every month.
The old lady was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling.
The living conditions of people living nearby are not very good, and now the young people in their families have been laid off.
There is simply no other source of income.
People always say that they want to do small business, but small business means small capital business. To do small business, you need not only skills but also capital.
They have worked in the factory for their entire lives, but how much money can they get?
Originally, the family had two working parents and the family conditions were pretty good. But now that they've both been laid off, the family's living conditions have instantly hit rock bottom.
The 20 yuan from the old lady can solve many problems at home.
And I don’t have to stay here all the time. If anything happens at home, I can go back and check.
The old lady is mainly responsible for making lunch.
When Zhao Mingpu's mother and Zhao Jiang were having lunch, the old lady could also go back to her home.
She can cook here earlier, and then go home to cook after finishing. Not only will she not delay things at home, but she can also take care of things at the Zhao family.
Meng Wantang came out of Zhao's house and got in the car.
She told the driver: "Go home first, then go to school."
The three older sons all went off to college.
Except for the National Day holiday, Lu Suihe never had a holiday after he came back and stayed there for a few days.
Their school has strict management and it is not easy to get in and out.
Lu Yun and the school are not that strict, but it is still troublesome to come back.
He now lives in the small courtyard where Meng Wantang lived when he was studying.
Lu Sinian also lives there.
The two brothers usually have someone to take care of them.
They were supposed to live in the school dormitory in their first year of college, but the two brothers paid the school and applied, and then lived outside.
Meng Wantang even specially hired an aunt for them.
The aunt mainly cleans the house and takes care of the lives of the two children.
Usually the two of them eat at school.
Sometimes they don’t go to school for meals, but will inform their aunt in advance when they eat at home. The aunt will buy vegetables and cook the meals they want.
Meng Wantang only saw her two children twice when she came back from abroad.
Xiaopang is different from his brothers. He is now a high school student and is under tremendous academic pressure.
This boy did not choose to go to school as a day student like his brother, but chose to live in the school and go home once a month.
The last time I saw the children was a month ago.
Xiaopang didn’t even bring his winter clothes.
Meng Wantang specially prepared sweaters, woolen pants, and thick coats for the children.
She also specially made some dishes that Xiaopang liked.
After returning home, Mrs. Cui helped pack the vegetables and took them to the car.
Meng Wantang packed her clothes, returned to the car and told the driver to go directly to school.
She went to the school guard, who called the school teacher.
After a while, Meng Wantang saw a handsome young man walking out of the school.
The little fat boy has grown taller.
When he was in middle school, other kids were growing fast, but he didn't. He looked the same as usual. He was originally tall and was considered tall among students.
Who would have thought that in just two years, all the other students had grown taller, but he hadn't changed much.
But things were different after he entered high school. I saw him almost every month and it felt like he had grown half a head taller.
Every time we meet, he grows visibly taller.
"Mom, why are you here?"
When Xiaopang saw his mother's joy, he couldn't suppress his smile.
Meng Wantang reached out and touched her son's forehead, then held his wrist.
"You only come home once a month, and you don't know what you need, so I must come to see you. I checked the weather forecast, and it said that the temperature will drop in the next few days. You are different from your brothers, who can go back home every day. They have clothes ready over there, but you have nothing here, so I sent you some clothes and made your favorite braised pork."
As Meng Wantang spoke, she handed over the lunch box and other things, and then handed the bag of clothes to her son.
"Then go back and see if there's anything missing. If there's anything missing, call home and I'll send it to you. If I don't come, you can ask Mrs. Cui or your grandma to send it to you. It's the same."
Meng Wantang is not worried about anything else but that her child will dislike the trouble.
He would rather suffer himself than trouble his family. How could this be possible?
If you catch a cold, it will delay a lot of things.
This child values study more than anything else, and it is not worth it to miss some classes because of a cold. I guess this child himself will feel even more guilty.
Compared with his brothers, Xiaopang is more introverted.
Meng Wantang was always worried that the child would feel wronged but would not speak up.
She only wished she had paid more attention to her children.
"I'll call home if I need anything, Mom, don't worry, I can take care of myself."
The little boy is already a head taller than Meng Wantang.
"You can take care of yourself, but mom still has to worry about you."
After Meng Wantang finished speaking, the tall and cold boy smiled shyly.
"Okay, go back quickly and share the braised pork with your classmates. If you still like it, tell mom and she will bring it to you again."
"know."
Meng Wantang urged her son to go back and stood at the school gate for a long time. She only returned to the car after her son disappeared.
Lin Su saw that her daughter was in a low mood and thought that the child was sick.
"I'm not sick yet, I just miss him a little bit."
Lin Su was speechless.
The next day, they were going to the village.
Meng Wantang called the driver and sneaked out of the house with Meng Wantang.
Get in the car and go directly back to the village.
Nowadays, weddings are held in the village.
Meng Wantang sat in the car and watched it drive towards the suburbs.
She also held Lin Su's pulse and took her pulse.