Chapter 521 Sheng Xiping Goes Home

Songlin High School does not have holidays on weekdays. It only takes one afternoon off on Sundays. Basically, it has a big holiday once a month, so that students who live far away from home can go home and bring living expenses and dry food.

The sports meeting will be held on September 27th and 28th, and we will have a holiday after the sports meeting. It coincides with the monthly holiday and October 1st, so we can have three days off.

In previous years, Zhou Qinglan would usually take the children back to the forest farm during the holidays to help the family collect land.

October 1 this year fell on a Wednesday, and the elementary school only had one day off, plus Sheng Xinhua was injured and beaten.

Zhou Qinglan didn't want her parents-in-law to know that she was worried, so she called her family and told her that she didn't have time and wouldn't go back.

On the 29th, Sheng Xiping rushed back from the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

Huayang Furniture's trade fair in Shanghai was also very successful. Within a few days, it received millions of orders.

As soon as the exhibition ended, Sheng Xiping walked back immediately. He had to hurry up and come back to supervise production, adjust the production structure, and prepare logistics for the next few furniture exhibitions.

As soon as Sheng Xiping got home, he found out about his son's trouble. Sheng Xiping was so angry that he dragged Sheng Xinhua over and beat him again.

"How many times have I told you not to use guns? They are dangerous. Why can't I remember them?

You kid can do it. I won’t let you stab our gun, so you can make it yourself. Are you quite capable?

Come, come, can you make another one and let me see? I'm going to break your legs, I'm going to make you squirm. "

The man was very strong and struck hard. Sheng Xinhua asked his father to hold him down and prevent him from moving. He was beaten hard.

The red streaks on the buttocks suddenly swelled up.

"Dad, please stop hitting my brother. We know we were wrong. Can't we never dare to do it again?"

My brother was still injured. He bled a lot and my mother also beat him up. "

Sheng Xinyu was right in front of him, his face turned pale with fright, and he rushed forward crying and shouting to plead with his brother.

"Dad, dad, don't hit your brother, wow, don't hit your brother."

Sheng Xinyue and Sheng Xinqi, who were playing in the east room, heard the noise and ran to the west room. When they saw their elder brother's miserable condition, the two girls burst into tears and rushed to protect him.

Yesterday morning, the two girls were picked up by their grandma to play. They were not at home, so they did not see Zhou Qinglan beating Sheng Xinhua.

At this moment, the two girls were so frightened that they cried and lay on top of their brother to prevent their father from beating him again.

"Dad, I was wrong. I will never dare to do it again."

Sheng Xinhua, who was lying on the edge of the kang, was in pain and shed tears, admitting his mistake while crying.

Now, the four children were crying together, and the whole family couldn't hear anything else except the cries of the children.

When Sheng Xiping saw this, how could he fight again? He was so angry that he could only throw the stick in his hand.

"Sheng Xinhua, please remember this. If you dare to make a fool of yourself in the future, it won't be as cheap as it is today.

You little brat, how dare you stab yourself and make a gun when your courage has made you fat?

Have I ever told you that when I was a kid, someone in our forest farm was making fire guns? Is that a joke? One mistake can kill you. "

"You're lucky, the bullet shell exploded and cut your hand.

If you put more gunpowder in it and break your finger, I think you will lose your right hand. What will you do next? "

Sheng Xiping was still angry, but the children were blocking him, so he couldn't beat him any more and could only give him a few words of training.

Before beating the child, Sheng Xiping had already asked about the making process of the gun, and he could probably guess what it was about.

One is between the iron pipe and the bullet case. It has not been welded and is not strong at all. If there is too much gunpowder and the force is great, won't it fall apart?

Another thing is that the gunpowder used by Sheng Xinhua was wrong.

The real gunpowder is a smooth medicine, while the black powder in the two kickers is a horizontal medicine. Although the formula is similar, it is not the same thing.

Sheng Xinhua put the horizontal powder into the gun, just a little less. If there is too much, the barrel will explode.

Sheng Xinhua only injured his hand, so he was really lucky.

Sheng Xiping was afraid when he thought about it. If the child had a bad outcome, they would regret it to death.

In fact, thinking back, they also have responsibilities as husband and wife. They are too busy to take care of their children.

Children these days are all being left alone, and few parents are very attentive to their children.

Even Sheng Xiping's son in his previous life had been raised free-range from childhood to adulthood, and Sheng Xiping never cared about it.

From now on, I really need to pay more attention to my children and not let them cause any more trouble.

After the accident, Sheng Xinhua also came to his senses. It was indeed suspenseful.

If the bullet casing broke into his face or eyes, it couldn't be solved by two stitches. The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became.

"Dad, I understand. I will definitely stop teasing you in the future. I will study hard."

Sheng Xinhua's buttocks were burning. He raised his hand to wipe away his tears and assured his father.

"If you really like guns and cannons, you can study hard and get into a military academy in the future, or you can become a soldier, that's fine.

Your mother and I don’t have such high requirements for you. As long as you really like it, we will definitely support it.

But the prerequisite is that you must grow up safely and not act recklessly. Do you understand? Sheng Xiping sighed, and after calming down, he persuaded the child in a soft tone.

Hearing this, Sheng Xinhua's eyes lit up, and he gritted his teeth and stood up from the edge of the bed.

"Dad, is it true? You said I can be a soldier in the future? Like my uncle?"

Sheng Xinhua especially admires his uncle Zhou Qingyang. Every time he sees Zhou Qingyang during the Chinese New Year, he would pester his uncle to tell him about things on the battlefield, such as training in the army, target shooting, etc.

The twelve-year-old boy has no clear plans for the future, but for most boys, serving as a soldier and carrying a gun is definitely their ultimate dream.

"If you do it again and get a few more injuries on your body, you won't be able to take it seriously." Sheng Xiping snorted coldly.

"Those with obvious scars on their face or body do not meet the requirements and cannot be soldiers."

This is not to scare Sheng Xinhua. This is not a war era, and not everyone can be a soldier.

In the future, the conditions for conscription into the army will become more and more stringent, including obvious scars on the body, knife wounds, cigarette scars, and incomplete tattoo removal.

Hearing this, Sheng Xinhua raised his right hand with a worried look on his face, "Dad, will there be scars on my hand?"

"How did I know? If the gunpowder residue seeps into the flesh, it will leave a black scar." Sheng Xiping rolled his eyes at his son, which really made the naughty boy angry to death.

Upon hearing this, Sheng Xinhua pursed his lips and had tears in his eyes. At this moment, he was really regretting it, "Dad, I was wrong."

"You deserve it if you do it again." Sheng Xiping turned around and went back to the east room, ignoring his son.

Sheng Xiping was very ruthless. When eating in the evening, Sheng Xinhua ate standing up.

At night, while Sheng Xiping and his wife were not paying attention, Aunt Li found some ointment and put it on Sheng Xinhua, and told him to sleep on his stomach as much as possible.

When she woke up the next morning, all the red marks on Sheng Xinhua's butt had turned purple, which looked a bit scary.

Sheng Xiping did not allow his son to take leave and asked him to go to class as usual.

Fortunately, Sheng Xinhua was a tough kid, and even being beaten so badly didn't slow him down. After breakfast, the two brothers went to school with their schoolbags on their backs.

Sheng Xiping sent his two daughters to the education class, and then drove to the factory to discuss the next development with Zheng Hua and the others.

Huayang Furniture is now emerging. With Sheng Xiping here, as long as there are no big surprises in the factory, Huayang Furniture will definitely be able to do well in the future.

Sheng Xiping wanted to separate the furniture workshop and establish Huayang Furniture Factory.

Then expand the workshop and recruit more workers. Next, their furniture will not only be sold domestically, but they will also try to export it for foreign exchange.

“Next, the main products of our factory are furniture and panels, and we will focus our main energy on these two aspects.

Especially in the furniture market, there is currently a huge gap in the domestic market.

We must seize the opportunity, seize the market first, and strive to occupy a place in the domestic furniture industry.

Therefore, we need to set up a research and development department, arrange for them to study, and based on the existing basis, design furniture that is more in line with the trend of the times and loved by customers. "

Sheng Xiping called the main persons in charge of the factory to a meeting and put forward some requirements for the development of the furniture factory.

"Mr. Sheng, we have no objection to focusing on furniture.

However, our factory also processes other wood products, especially disposable chopsticks. There are many orders, and the workshop is also working overtime.

How to arrange this? "Deputy factory director Yu Haitao asked a question after Sheng Xiping finished speaking.

“Simple, just contract out all orders for disposable chopsticks.

There are so many forest farms in our bureau, and they all have affiliated processing plants. We can cooperate with them and purchase the processed products. "

Since Qianchuan Forestry Farm cooperated with Huayang Processing Factory, the leaders of other forestry farms either approached Sheng Xiping directly or sent messages to Sheng Xiping through Zhou Mingyuan.

They all want to get some orders from Huayang to support the workers in the forest farm and processing factory.

Therefore, this is not a problem, as long as the quality is controlled.

"Yes, what President Sheng said is a solution. If we can contract out the order, we can free up the workshop and workers."

Zheng Hua nodded, he thought this proposal was a good one.

“In the future, our factory will mainly produce technology-based products that are not easily replaced by imitations.

Those disposable chopsticks really have no technical content, and it will not last for two years. They are everywhere in factories. "

Sheng Xiping proposed, and the factory director and deputy director unanimously agreed. At this point, Huayang Furniture Factory became independent.

The factory advertises for workers, and if they are far from home, the factory has dormitories and canteens to ensure that workers have no worries.

Sheng Xiping is only responsible for controlling the general direction. There are people who are responsible for specific matters. He does not need to keep an eye on everything.

After the meeting and arranging various matters in the factory, Sheng Xiping went home.

"Daughter-in-law, does our dad have a day off? Let's go there in the afternoon. I haven't seen my parents for a long time, so I'm panicking.

It just so happens that you are on vacation. Let's take the kids there with you in the afternoon. "What Sheng Xiping was talking about was naturally the father-in-law and mother-in-law.

"I don't know if my dad has a holiday. I heard from my mom that he has been very busy recently.

It's okay, we can go back when we should. Our dad must come home tonight. "

It's rare for Zhou Qinglan to have a holiday. Yesterday, she and Aunt Li took out and washed the bedding. They made the quilt again all morning today and haven't found time to go back to her parents' house.

"Okay, let's go to the market after dinner and buy some more things.

I'll go back to my parents' place this afternoon, and tomorrow we'll go back to the forest farm.

It's a rare day off to go back and see the two elders. Anyway, we have a car. We'll come back after dinner. "

Sheng Xiping chose to set up a factory in his hometown because he wanted to be closer to home and have time to spend with his parents, wife and children.

He has been away from home for the past few days and now he is back. Why can't he go home to see him?

In this way, the couple reached an agreement.

In the afternoon, the children all went to school. The two of them went to the market to buy a lot of food, and then took half of them to Zhou Mingyuan's house.

As expected, Zhou Mingyuan was not at home. Wang Chunxiu was extremely happy to see her daughter and uncle back.

"You two sit down first. I'll call your dad and ask him to come back." Wang Chunxiu greeted the two of them with a smile.

"Mom, there's no need to call. Isn't my dad very busy at work? Let's wait until he gets off work."

Sheng Xiping was afraid of delaying his father-in-law's work, so he stopped him from making phone calls.

"It's okay. What is he busy with? He's just been angry lately. I just happened to call him back and chat with you for a while. You can enlighten him."

Wang Chunxiu didn't care about that, picked up the phone and called Zhou Mingyuan's office.

As soon as Zhou Mingyuan heard that his uncle was coming, he quickly hung up the phone, packed up and returned home.

"Oh, why did Xiping return to Songjianghe? How is it over there in Shanghai?" Zhou Mingyuan asked as he walked in.

"Dad, I got home yesterday afternoon. The trade fair in Shanghai was okay and the effect was pretty good.

After two shows in the capital and Shanghai, the orders are almost two million. There will be several trade fairs in the future, and it is estimated that we can still receive some orders. Sheng Xiping replied with a smile.

"Oh, that's really good. Your factory makes a lot of money every year. Okay, that's great." When Zhou Mingyuan heard this, he was very happy and said yes repeatedly.

"Well, what if those people above are short-sighted and only care about immediate interests, and they act blindly all day long."

Zhou Mingyuan regretted that he had not insisted on jointly setting up a factory with Sheng Xiping. Otherwise, if the factory was so prosperous, the bureau would also benefit.

"You don't know, I have made other bureaus and some people in the province so angry these days."

Zhou Mingyuan had been holding back his resentment and had nothing to say. His uncle just happened to be here, and he had to nag him.

"Dad, what's wrong? I just heard from mom that you've been angry recently. What's going on?"

When Sheng Xiping saw that his father-in-law had something to say, he hurriedly followed it.

"What's the matter? Isn't it just a bit of a windfall?" Zhou Mingyuan sighed.

On August 28, 1986, Changbai Mountain was hit by an unprecedented typhoon.

Typhoon No. 15 made landfall from the north and swept across the western and southern slopes of the Changbai Mountain Nature Reserve.

Overnight, more than 10,000 hectares of forest fell like wheat fields after a violent storm, with towering trees lying on the ground.

Broad-leaf forest, coniferous forest, mixed coniferous and broad-leaf forest, and other well-defined forest vertical distribution landscape belts, no one is spared from disasters.

Changbai Mountain, which had been quiet and peaceful before, suddenly encountered an unavoidable disaster that humans could not resist, causing huge losses.

“After the typhoon, the provincial department and the forestry bureaus all believed that since the trees fell to the ground and no longer grow, resources should not be wasted.

Manpower should be organized into the Changbai Mountain Reserve as soon as possible to clear out wind-downed trees.

It prevents excessive wind-downed wood from accumulating and causing fires, and it also solves many forestry bureau difficulties. "

"Bullshit, pure bullshit." When Zhou Mingyuan said this, he couldn't help but curse.