That day, after finishing a day's work, he strolled home.
Before he even entered the house, standing outside the courtyard, he could already smell the delicious aroma of food drifting out from inside.
"You're back."
Song Yunping's voice came from the study in the west room. By the time Wang Yan entered the courtyard, she had come out as well, taking the bag from his hand and the short-sleeved shirt he had taken off. "Hurry up, wash your hands and eat. You came back a little late today."
"There was a meeting at the last minute."
Wang Yan explained, giving Song Yunping a sense of involvement. "Didn't we merge with the chemical plant recently? We've all been dealing with matters over there. The factory's bigger now, and there's a whole mess of miscellaneous problems. Today, some people even got jealous over romantic matters and started fighting in the factory."
"That's what happens when there are a lot of people. There are three thousand workers in the factory already, right?"
"More than three thousand. We're heading for four thousand."
Jeans were selling out, and they were expensive, so progress in the rear moved quickly. Assembling production lines themselves took too long, so they simply spent money buying them from nearby counties and cities, producing while modifying them at the same time.
The factory buildings were not large enough, so they directly poured several huge concrete pillars, erected steel frames and steel sheets on top, then added the walls afterward, creating semi-open-air production spaces.
The rural workers had no homes in the county town. On one hand, some older workers with smaller families had to show some spirit and make room. On the other, they were using cement, steel sheets, and red bricks on a large scale to build simple housing. When