Looking at the flower-like Zuo Xianmei, Wang Xiuqin couldn't help but praise her.
"Your girl is so beautiful. She deserves to be a rich girl. None of us in the village can look like this."
Now that she has shown up, Zuo Xianmei cannot be rude.
"I've seen... um..."
She didn't know how to address each other.
"You can call me Factory Director Wang, Sister Wang, or Lieutenant Wang."
Zuo Xianmei was still not used to addressing women by official position or military rank, so she could only say: "I have met Sister Wang."
Wang Xiuqin asked: "Why don't you come here, sister? It's so nice here. Is Qianzuo not letting you come out? Tell me, and I will help you train him."
Zuo Xianmei was startled and thought to herself, "Aren't you my brother's subordinate?"
How can any subordinate lecture the superior?
Zuo Mengeng quickly defended himself.
"It's not that I don't let her go out. She insists on learning the three obediences and the four virtues. She can't leave the door or take the second step. I'm helpless."
Wang Xiuqin noticed that Zuo Mengeng seemed to be very anxious about this sister.
She rolled her eyes and decided to help.
"Since sister is here, let's have fun and look around. Come on, sister will take you."
Without saying anything, she grabbed Zuo Xianmei's hand and pulled her away.
Zuo Xianmei was in a hurry.
"elder brother……"
However, how can the strength of a charming young lady like her be compared with that of a farmer woman like Wang Xiuqin?
Can't break free at all.
Zuo Menggeng and Wang Xiuqin still have this tacit understanding.
"It's okay. I'm relieved that Director Wang is with me. You can come out once to relax and enjoy the sunshine."
Zuo Xianmei was about to cry but had no tears. She felt as if she had been kidnapped.
Being dragged along by Wang Xiuqin, I didn’t know where I was going. I just felt that this place was so big and there were so many people.
Wang Xiuqin dragged on for a while, but could no longer see Zuo Mengeng. Zuo Xianmei also accepted her fate and stopped struggling, so she slowed down and stayed with Zuo Xianmei to introduce her to the surrounding situation.
"Look, this is the military camp. They are all strong young men. If I look at a pretty girl like you, I'm sure I won't be able to walk."
"Oh, Sister Wang, how can you say these... these..."
Zuo Xianmei had never heard such crazy talk before. Her legs were so frightened that her legs were weak. Her face turned red and her heart beat, and she didn't know what she was being shy about.
Wang Xiuqin saw it in her eyes and felt secretly happy in her heart.
I didn't expect that the domineering Zuo Mengeng would have such a timid sister.
In today's world, how would such a person live if he were not born into a wealthy family?
Wang Xiuqin pointed to another place where black smoke was billowing and said: "There are factories here, including those who make iron, those who make guns, those who make cannons, everything. Didn't you see those blacksmiths when they were making iron?
Naked, he was as strong as a bear."
Zuo Xianmei was about to cry.
This sister is so outrageous that she even looks at men's bodies.
"Do you want to go see my sister?"
Zuo Xianmei's face turned pale with fright, and she even had thoughts of seeking death.
"Sister...sister, don't say this."
Seeing Zuo Xianmei's unwillingness, Wang Xiuqin sighed and seemed to feel regretful.
Fortunately, she did not force Zuo Xianmei to visit the factory, but walked through and went directly to Zhuangzi.
When we get here, the style of painting is completely different.
The fields of brightly yellow crops are in full bloom. Children's voices can be heard in the distant wind, and the "Three Character Classic" being read aloud can be heard clearly.
Many farmers are working in the fields, and the laughter and laughter are intertwined with each other, showing the atmosphere of fireworks in the world.
At this point, Zuo Xianmei finally recovered.
"The crops here are really good. Isn't it a bumper harvest today?"
Wang Xiuqin was also filled with joy when she saw the heavy wheat ears weighing down the wheat stalks.
"It's not just that Qianzuo did a good job. In the beginning of spring, we asked everyone to dig ditches and set up waterwheels by the river. This year's drought has been like this. It's only because the land on our farm has been irrigated that the crops have grown so well."
Zuo Xianmei came into contact with crops for the first time, and cautiously moved closer to observe the wheat ears up close.
Even though she usually considers herself a lady, she is still a twelve or three-year-old girl with a childlike innocence. She still reveals her true nature when it comes to novel things.
"I heard that there was a famine last year and many people died of hunger. This year we have a good harvest, so we won't be hungry again, right?"
Wang Xiuqin's eyes dimmed and she said softly: "It would be great if it could always be like this."
Zuo Xianmei was wearing a bright and exquisite lady's dress. She walked on this country road so as not to be too conspicuous. The farmers who were working all looked over.
"Director Wang, who is this handsome girl? She is almost the same as the youngest in my family, please tell me."
Zuo Xianmei hid in shame, unable to bear the frankness of ordinary people.
Wang Xiuqin scolded him back on the spot.
"Bah, you blind old man, you are not wrong. Open your dog eyes and take a good look. This is our Qianzao girl. As a bastard like yours, she is not worthy of being reincarnated."
Upon hearing that she was Zuo Mengeng's sister, the farmers immediately became enthusiastic and greeted her one after another.
Obviously she couldn't stand being stared at by so many eyes, but for some reason, Zuo Xianmei still felt a touch that she had never experienced before when she saw the simple faces greeting her affectionately.
This feeling made her very panicked. She didn't know what to do and was in a hurry.
Wang Xiuqin noticed it and was afraid that she would be embarrassed, so she hurriedly pulled her away.
"Sister, let's go to my clothing factory. There are women there, so you can feel more comfortable."
The two of them arrived at the outskirts of Zhuangzi, walked on a flat path, bypassed Zhuangzi, and soon saw a large courtyard.
The high wall covers a large area, so you can't see what's going on inside, but you can only hear the commotion and excitement inside.
There is only one gate on the way in and out. Although it is open at this time, the door is guarded by guards with swords.
As she got closer, Zuo Xianmei was shocked to find that these two guards were actually women.
Wearing the same military uniform as Wang Xiuqin, he has a different heroic spirit because of the extra weapons.
Seeing Wang Xiuqin approaching, the two of them raised their hands and saluted, just like the male soldiers Zuo Xianmei had seen before.
Not only that, Wang Xiuqin also pulled Zuo Xianmei to the table next to her.
"Sister, you are not from the factory, so you must register when you enter. Come here, write down your name and identity."
Zuo Xianmei was surprised by the strictness here.
"With my status, do I have to do this?"
Wang Xiuqin chuckled.
"Don't say it's you, even your brother has to register. But Qianzao said that a strict management system can ensure everything is foolproof. There are so many people here, and they are made of cotton. If there is an accident due to poor management, the loss will be
I can’t afford it.”
Zuo Xianmei stuck out her tongue, feeling for the first time Zuo Mengeng's military management strategy.
She made pencils, so she was better at using them than most people. And seeing the name she wrote on the notebook, Wang Xiuqin couldn't help but be envious.
"Your handwriting is so beautiful. It's not like ours, which is like a dog crawling."
It was obviously a vulgar language, but Zuo Xianmei still laughed, not as awkward as at first.
As Wang Xiuqin walked into the quilt factory, she realized that the area inside was very vast. There were four or five large factories, and people were always coming in and out from time to time.
There were many carriages parked in the open space, some were unloading cotton and cloth, and some were loading clothes. Without exception, all the people doing the work were women.
To be continued...