After Zhao Shuzhuo left, Wang Jianguo settled into a routine that formed a triangle between the Production Team, the Supply and Marketing Cooperative, and the brick factory.
In the early morning, before the first rays of dawn had fully pierced the mist, he was already at the edge of the Production Team’s fields, inspecting the growth of the rice seedlings and discussing the finer points of field management with the veteran farmers. During the day, he shuttled between the Supply and Marketing Cooperative and the brick factory, busy taking inventory to ensure sufficient supplies at the cooperative while keeping a close eye on production progress at the brick factory, ready to tackle any unforeseen issues. At night, he often burned the midnight oil in the brick factory office, organizing his daily logs and planning the tasks for the following day. He essentially ate and slept at either the cooperative or the factory, living a life that was both hectic and fulfilling.
Hé Yǔshuǐ also brought him meals every day, always changing things up. In the early morning, she would rise early to carefully prepare a delicious breakfast—perhaps steaming hot buns and fried dough sticks paired with fragrant soy milk, or nutritious egg pancakes and millet porridge. At noon, she would cook various delicacies according to the season and Wang Jianguo’s preferences; sometimes it was fragrant braised pork, rich but not greasy, or refreshing cold tossed cucumber served with a bowl of white rice, sure …
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