If you feed the little locust flowers during the day, you will get milk powder, so that you can relax faster."

Qin Huairu was a little moved when she heard this, and she said, "Actually, I have thought about quitting milk for Xiaohuaihua.

Later, I thought that the children couldn’t even eat enough, so I continued to be here…”

"What kind of milk should I quit! No need to quit."

Lin Fang interrupted Qin Huairu and said, "I still have to feed her occasionally so that I won't waste it. I can't finish it."

Qin Huairu: “…”

After a moment of silence, Qin Huairu almost threw out all the things that could be thrown around her.

Seeing that Qin Huairu was embarrassed to get her hair into the sheath, Lin Fang had to put the thing she caught on a chair and fled in panic.

...

After teasing the little widow, Lin Fang felt even more refreshed when he walked in the rain.

When he entered the factory, he handed Mr. Qian a cigarette as usual.

Mr. Qian smiled and took it over. The cigarette was already stuck on his ears. Suddenly, he felt that the pattern was different from usual.

He took off the cigarette again, looked carefully, and said in surprise: "Oh, Master Lin, are you so happy about Hongshuang?"

Lin Fang nodded with a smile and said, "I gave it to you by my friend, please suck it."

"Okay! I'll keep it and suck it slowly!"

Mr. Qian's face was almost laughing and nodded repeatedly: "This cigarette is not easy to buy, it's expensive!"

‘It’s actually that’s the case.’

Lin Fang smiled and said, "You are busy, I'm going to the convoy."

"Let's walk slowly! You walk slowly!"

When Lin let him go away, Mr. Qian held a red double joy and looked at him carefully several times.

Then he leaned on his nose and took a deep breath.

After a while, he sighed: "Scent! It smells so fragrant. This is so good smoke, the taste is different!"

"What good cigarettes? Let me see, how good can it be?"

"Bandit, you want to rob something when you see it, but don't give it to me!"

"Hey! I said Old Man Qian, isn't it just a cigarette? Are you so stingy? Smoke me and return it to you!"

"I'm going to give you a shit, this is a red double joy!"

The visitor was shocked by this. After a while, he said suspiciously: "Old Qian, don't joke with me.

You... can afford to win the Red Double Happiness? No, it's not a matter of money or not. Can you buy it?"

"Hehe! Old Man Qin, you're here today!"

Uncle Qian shook Hong Shuangxi in his hand proudly and said, "See you, Master Lin gave it to you!"

Mr. Qin's eyes kept moving with the cigarette in Mr. Qian's hand, and asked: "Which Master Lin?"

"Which other one can be it? Master Lin Fanglin of the convoy!"

"It's him? No wonder!"

Mr. Qin was not surprised when he heard this, and said enviously: "I heard that he was seconded by the Supply Department.

It can only be considered half of our steel rolling mill. The supply department’s treatment is good, and it’s all red double-happy!

Lao Qian, hurry up and light the cigarette and give me a few sips."

"Get out!"

Uncle Qian quickly took out the cigarette box and carefully put away the red double-hi.

He said, "You can't find a suitable time to smoke such a good cigarette?"

"Just sting you!"

"You don't sting, take out the tobacco sent to you from your hometown and give me a try."

"Yeah, you didn't say it earlier, I've finished smoking."

"You've finished slapping, you're always stingy!"

...

Today, it was Lin Fang's turn to go to the Beijiao branch.

Since the driver of the car had a bad stomach that day, he went to the Beijiao branch to work.

Basically, they all fell on Lin Fang and Wang Changgui's heads.

After reading the schedule, Wang Changgui got in the car and hugged Lin Fang: "Fengzi, go to the northern suburbs again today, let's..."

"Don't worry, Brother Wang!"

Lin Fang couldn't help but smile: "I'll put you down after leaving the factory later."

"Okay!"

Wang Changgui smiled with satisfaction and said, "Get out, you are really good.

However, after counting today, I owe you several classes.

When you need it, don’t be polite!”

"Yeah!"

Lin Fang waved his hand and said, "Look at what you said, Brother Wang! I just have nothing to do at home recently.

Take the opportunity to save a few shifts. When there is something to do in the future, I will trouble you!"

"It should be! It should be!"

Wang Changgui agreed, but he was a little confused.

Thinking about encountering this kind of thing next time, I would rush to teach some of the class first.

Otherwise, if you accumulate too much, you will be able to withstand it!

Not long after, after loading the car, Lin Fang took the exit slip handed over by the invoice drawer and drove the car out of the steel rolling mill.

Not long after I went out, I found a suitable place and put Wang Changgui down. Lin Fang drove to the Beijiao branch alone.

It didn't take long for Hugo to fall. Lin Fangren was still on the road, and the rain slowly stopped.

It only wet the road surface and did not get too much.

When he arrived at the Beijiao branch, he parked his car at the warehouse door and rushed to the infirmary.

On the way, he heard two workers arguing and mentioned the words of mutual assistance from workers and peasants, and he stopped and listened.

"If you want me to tell me, our factory manager is just blindly commanding! I don't even see what our factory does!"

"What can it be done? After all, aren't we just a mechanics branch?"

"I don't agree with you! Although we are a mechanics branch, we can build agricultural machinery now!

Since we can build agricultural machinery, why can’t we participate in the mutual aid of workers and peasants?”

"How to help each other? Industry is industry, agriculture is agriculture. We can't help farmers grow food, right?"

"Why! Otherwise, what if our factory director is blindly instructing us? We can build agricultural machinery, why not create urgent needs for farmers?

What kind of tractors do you have to build? How many communes can afford such expensive things?

If I want to see, our factory manager might as well give up the position and let those who are capable come to sit!"

"Who is sitting? No one is our turn! If you want me to tell me, we shouldn't be careless!"

"Then I don't care! I'll write a letter to the head of the general factory to report on the situation!"

"But let you down! Isn't this a report? If the factory manager knows, can you have good fruits for you?"

"If you don't say it, you'll be finished..."

When Lin Fang heard this, he quickly took a few steps away from the two of them. He couldn't help but think about it.

There are many reasons for the insufficient food supply in the past two years, one of which is more important.

It is a persistent drought, and it doesn’t rain during the Qingming Festival. It can be foreseen that in June, the drought will become more severe.

The Beijiao branch is busy building tractors, so it is better to build something more practical, such as a well drilling machine.

Under normal circumstances, you can get out of water by hitting 15 to 20 meters.

Even if you perfectly avoid the groundwater veins, you can usually get out of water if you hit dozens to hundreds of meters.

Lin Fang thought about whether he would find a place to try it when he had the chance.

He can use the thick bamboo in the space as a water pipe to open up all the bamboo joints inside.

Then, use the assistance of thoughts and space to connect to the underground one by one.
To be continued...