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"It's all because of grandma that you are held back. If it weren't for grandma, you would definitely be able to go to school."

The old lady is sick and can't move at all in bed. The family depends entirely on her little grandson who runs around to support them.

While other children were sitting in the classroom studying, her grandson got up early in the morning to work in the fields, and then came back to cook for her.

After she had her fill, her grandson cleaned up the dishes and went back to work in the fields.

He had little energy, little strength, and little work experience, so he could only follow others and work hard. Other adults had already finished the work on this piece of land, and it would take him several days to finish all the work on this piece of land.

The grandmother knew that her little grandson liked to read and learn to read, but because of her, he couldn't go to school.

She thought about ending it all once and for all and not burdening her grandson, but if she died, her grandson wouldn't even be able to keep the family land.

She could only grit her teeth and live.

She hoped that her grandson would grow up sooner. When he grew up, became an adult and could take care of himself, she could leave with peace of mind.

"Grandma, I know how to read and do math, that's enough. This way I won't be cheated when I go out."

As the little boy spoke, he brought the porridge over and fed the old lady.

"You can only have porridge today. I'll make you something else to eat in the evening."

The dishes are wild vegetables, which are just cooked in a pot with a little salt sprinkled on them. There is no meat or fish flavor.

The grandfather and grandson filled their stomachs with these things.

The little boy knew his heart, even if the other party received it, it would not have any result. But a seed of yearning for the outside world was deeply planted in his heart.

He will leave the mountains one day.

Grandma's illness will be cured one day.

Yancheng.

Lu Jinhe has been living in the factory these days.

Meng Wantang was worried that her son would be wronged, so she specially asked the construction team to repair the room for her son.

This side of the office has been completely renovated and equipped with heating.

The only room where my son rests is equipped with floor heating.

Lu Qingye was about to leave, but was delayed for a few days because of some things. When he went with his wife to inspect the office, he said, "Why don't you make the other people's offices heated?"

"Then there's no need." Meng Wantang pointed to the laboratory in the back and the rooms where other technicians rested and said, "The resting place must be different from other places. Moreover, these places are also equipped with floor heating. This way, as long as someone stays overnight, even if there is no quilt, they can lie down and sleep with a coat, and it will be warm underneath. If the heating is turned on, it won't work. If the heating is turned on, you can only sleep on the bed. This way, you can sleep on the floor, just like the kang in our house."

As Meng Wantang was talking, she realized something was wrong. Lu Qingye was looking at her with a smile.

She pursed her lips and said speechlessly, "I am a little stupid. Our house has floor heating, and you have lived there before. How could you not know that a room with floor heating can accommodate many people just like a kang?"

Lu Qingye noticed that his wife was a little uncomfortable, and explained with a smile: "If we also install floor heating in his office, wouldn't it be possible to use it as a lounge, so that more people can rest in the office when they don't want to go home?"

Meng Wantang thought about it and shook her head decisively.

"It's no use. This won't work. Because there will be regular guests coming to the office, and it's also troublesome to clean, unlike these rest areas. No one comes to these places on weekdays, and only comes in at night when they rest."

Lu Qingye nodded in understanding: "Very good."

"I don't know if the naming campaign has any results?" Meng Wantang was very curious and wanted to ask but was too embarrassed to ask her son.

Lu Qingye found it a little funny: "Since you care so much about this matter, why don't you just go over and take a look. Or why don't you just go and ask your son if there is any result?"

"You don't understand. If I ask, my son will definitely ask for my opinion. If my sons are not satisfied with the name I choose, or they agree for my sake, that's not good. I still hope my son can make his own choice."

Meng Wantang mainly didn't want to get involved, so she let her son make all the decisions and handle the matter on his own.

In this way, when my son talks about this matter, he will become particularly proud.

"You just go in and take a look. Just don't say anything if others ask for your opinion. You're just curious about the progress anyway."

Lu Qingye persuaded her.

Meng Wantang was somewhat tempted, but still hesitant: "What if I accidentally opened a letter, and the name in the letter is something I'm particularly satisfied with?"

"Then write down the name and show this letter to your son. Anyway, there must be more than one name that you like, so let your sons choose the rest. Besides, don't you have many new products in your factory? You not only want to make soda, but also juice and wine. There are so many series and so many names. Can't you choose a few more?"

Lu Qingye's words made Meng Wantang suddenly enlightened.

She stood on tiptoe excitedly, hugged Lu Qingye's neck and kissed him. Before Lu Qingye could savor her feelings, she let go of Lu Qingye and walked out, eager to participate in the event organized by her son.

Lu Qingye touched the corner of his mouth, shook his head with amusement, and followed slowly.

The two came to the conference room where Lu Jinhe worked and saw the pile of letters on the conference room table. They were so surprised that their mouths opened wide.

"Why are there so many letters?"

"Why can't there be so many letters?" Lu Jinhe's proud mouth couldn't help but rise, but it wilted the next second, "Mom, you guys come and help, come and watch the show, write down all the names in the notebook, and then we will make a unified selection in the end to see which name is the most suitable."

When Lu Jinhe first received the letters, there were only a few. He thought that there would not be that many people participating in this event. However, in the following days, the number of letters increased. He almost buried himself in the pile of new letters. He was so tired that he just read the letters and wrote his name every day.

But I am happy and proud in my heart.

"Mom, can you call my brothers and ask them to come over and help?"

When Lu Jinhe saw his parents, he felt like he had seen a savior and couldn't wait to ask his parents to find someone.

Meng Wantang rubbed his son's head with amusement.

"This kind of activity is already very busy and requires a lot of manpower. So, go and call all the people who are on break in the factory to come over. Every person who comes to work will get an extra five yuan when the salary is paid at the end of the month."

If the monthly salary is five yuan more, everyone's enthusiasm will become very high.

Some of the girls are very smart. They have someone who specializes in registration, and they choose those who have particularly good handwriting to do the registration.

Some people are responsible for opening letters, and some are responsible for reading letters. The division of labor is clear.

Of course, the efficiency has also become very high.

All of a sudden my mood got worse very quickly.

Meng Wantang walked over and saw that some people were responsible for writing two words, some were responsible for writing three words, and some were responsible for writing one word.

In this way, if you want to choose two names, you can look at the notebook with two-character names, and if you want to choose three names, you can look at the notebook with three names.

The activity proceeded in an orderly manner. After all the names were written down, everyone started screening.

Two-character names that are suitable should be recorded in a separate notebook, and those that are inappropriate should be placed in another notebook.

The person in charge of recording the names also recorded the names on the envelopes, and then sorted and organized the envelopes in alphabetical order.

In this way, they look through the names in the book, select the appropriate name, and then look for the address on the envelope.

It looks complicated, but it is actually very simple.

This is a very delicate job.

Everybody was happy with what they were doing.

Meng Wantang specially asked the kitchen to prepare a big meal and treated everyone to a Western meal that they had never eaten before.

At other times, we also gave everyone benefits, such as allowing everyone to take home a box of soda from the factory.

Everyone worked with great enthusiasm.

It's almost a month.

Meng Wantang had already been sent away, and Lu Qingye had just returned from Hong Kong City after finishing her work. She was a little surprised to see her son with a sad face.

"Why haven't you chosen a suitable name yet?"

Lu Jinhe nodded sadly and said tiredly: "Many of the names we chose are pretty good."

"If it's possible, then just settle it. Why are you still frowning?"

"Of course it's because those names don't fit in with our new product."

"Ok?"

Lu Jinhe had a lot of complaints and wanted to talk to someone: "Our product has not been launched on the market, and we haven't told anyone about it. Many people don't know what our product tastes like or what color it is. Because of this, they use wild and imaginative names. Some names are indeed good, but they don't match our product."

Meng Wantang understood what her son meant.

"Are there no suitable ones in these latter letters?"

Lu Jinhe shook his head: "No one is suitable."

"If you really can't choose..."

Before Meng Wantang finished speaking, the little guy shook his head firmly: "No, we will definitely be able to choose one. I will wait a little longer. What if it really works? After choosing the name, we still have to make a trademark, and then we can announce the answer to the public. I also want to mail a bottle of drink to each of these winners."

Meng Wantang: "That would be too much trouble. Why not just give everyone a coupon?"

"Coupon?"

This again involves the little guy's blind spots in knowledge.

"We asked everyone to write back to the address in the letter, and wrote a card inside. With this card, you can get a 20% discount on the purchase of our drinks."

Lu Jinhe's eyes widened instantly and he said, "This is good."

"Another letter has arrived." A little girl ran in with a letter, muttering, "The date has already passed, and this letter has just arrived. Does it still count?"