To make up for the debt owed to Lin Qingping and Gu Juncheng

The first thing Lin Qingping did after returning home was to check Zhiyuan and her sister's homework.

Then, a problem was found in Zhiyuan's homework: when she assigned homework, she specifically assigned addition and subtraction problems with numbers greater than ten, and Zhiyuan wrote down the answers.

Lin Qingping called Zhiyuan over and asked him how he did it. She wondered if Zhiyuan had counted the small stones. In the end, Zhiyuan explained the process very clearly, breaking down the tens digit into 10 + something.

Zhiyuan is only five years old.

"Did Sister Qingyun teach you?" Lin Qingping assumed it was her younger sister who taught her.

Zhiyuan's first reaction was to shake his head.

Zhiyuan seemed a little nervous. "Is...isn't that wrong?"

“No, he did the right thing, and his idea was very good. Did Zhiyuan come up with it himself?” Lin Qingping asked again.

Zhiyuan started to panic a little, "Um... um... yes."

This time, it was a lie.

Lin Qingping didn't point it out to him, but still praised him, and then prepared to cook.

"What would Zhiyuan like to eat?" Lin Qingping asked.

Zhiyuan's big eyes darted around, "Can I have that milk skin you made last time?"

Double-skin milk pudding...

"Okay!" Lin Qingping went into the kitchen to help her mother-in-law without saying a word.

During the meal, Lin Qingping keenly noticed that Zhiyuan had left the bowl of double-skin milk uneaten.

Lin Qingping didn't say anything, and the family happily finished their meal.

After dinner, the adults are usually busy cleaning and tidying up, while children as young as Zhiyuan run wild and play all over the village.

Lin Qingping discovered that Zhiyuan was missing, along with the bowl of double-skin milk.

Lin Qingping went out to look for her.

She searched all the places in the village where children could play, but she couldn't find Zhiyuan. Originally, Zhiyuan didn't like playing with the children in the village either.

Just as she was about to return empty-handed, an aunt from the village came back from the river and told her, "I saw Zhiyuan heading towards the school."

"Thank you!" Lin Qingping said, then headed to school.

At this time of year, the students in the village school have all gone home, and most of the teachers don't live on campus either; only one room has a light on.

Lin Qingping walked towards the lit area.

The door was closed, and she stood outside, hearing Zhiyuan's voice coming from inside.

"Is it delicious? Let me tell you, my aunt is an amazing cook, and you still don't believe me!"

"Don't believe me? There's nothing your aunt can't do!" It was a slightly aged voice.

"No!" Zhiyuan's voice was filled with the pride unique to a child.

"Even cakes from fancy hotels can make that?"

"meeting!"

"Have you ever eaten cake before? Yes, yes, yes, do you even know what cake looks like?"

"Of course I've eaten it! I ate it when I went to the provincial capital with my aunt last time! I ate it many times when I was a kid, and it was very popular with my family... Humph, anyway, I've eaten it!"

"Alright, stop bragging. What story do you want to hear today?"

"Continue with the Romance of the Three Kingdoms!"

"Have you finished your homework? Or you'll get scolded if you don't?"

“I finished writing it a long time ago! The question you taught me, I said I came up with it myself, I didn’t tell my aunt that you taught me.”

"Okay, then I'll continue. Where did we leave off last time?"

Lin Qingping quietly went back without disturbing the two people inside.

The next day, Lin Qingping got up early to steam cakes.

I had already made it twice during my visit to relatives, so I had the experience and it went very smoothly. I steamed a big one and even piped it with cream, which amazed Zhiyuan.

"Auntie, you're so good at making cakes!"

This was the first time I called her "Auntie" to her face; I had never addressed her by any other name before.

"Okay!" Lin Qingping cut the cake into pieces, giving each member of the Gu family a piece and leaving some extra.

Zhiyuan looked at the piece in front of him and asked timidly, "Auntie, can I... have two pieces?"

"Of course!" That's extra for you!

Zhiyuan's eyes lit up, and he began to eat with peace of mind.

After all, if each person only has one piece, then if he gives it to his grandfather, he won't have anything left to eat. Children are always greedy.

"Eat up, then it's time for class. I'll teach you to read," Lin Qingping said with a smile.

During the process of learning characters, Lin Qingping mixed all the characters he had learned and those he hadn't yet learned together to test him, and discovered that he actually knew many characters that she hadn't taught him.

After all, he's just a child under six years old. He doesn't know how to hide it, and he'll just read it out as long as he recognizes it.

Lin Qingping remained calm and taught him a few new characters, a children's song, and then introduced him to new math problems.

After spending another day at home, she prepared to head to the garment factory.

When I chatted with my second sister in the evening, I reminded her how to review her studies for the week. After planning it out for her, I also specifically told her that she might be staying at the factory for a long time and could only come back once a week. Zhiyuan's studies would also be handed over to my sister. She should teach him a little bit every day. It doesn't matter how much he learns, but rather that he develops a good habit so that he won't have to go out into the world when he grows up.

After settling everything at home, she went to the garment factory with Gu Youlian the next day.

Unexpectedly, when they met Dugen, Dugen's expression was not good at all, and he was not as enthusiastic as when they were setting up a street stall in the provincial capital.

"What's wrong?" Lin Qingping asked.

Dugan was very frustrated. "It's been two days, and the altered clothes are not the correct design. They're running badly. I've told them, but no one listens, and no one is willing to redo them. They're even unhappy and just threw the clothes away and left."

"Where is the factory manager?"

Dugen was even more frustrated. "The factory manager is away on a business trip, and even the deputy section chief can't handle them."

"How can Section Chief Fu be so useless!" Gu Youlian said bluntly.

Dugan gave his wife a resentful look. "The workers don't like it. They get paid whether they work or not."

"Isn't it supposed to be overtime pay?" Lin Qingping frowned.

“Many people said they didn’t care, but after someone started doing this, no one wanted to do it anymore,” Dugen said worriedly. “What should we do?”

"I'll go take a look."

Led by Du Gen, Lin Qingping arrived at the workshop and found it empty, with no one in sight and clothes scattered all over the floor.

When Section Chief Fu heard that she had arrived, he rushed over and explained to her, "It's lunchtime now, everyone has gone home to eat."

"So, everyone will still come to work during working hours, right?" Lin Qingping asked.

"Yes. He'll be here this afternoon," said Section Chief Fu. However, whether he'll dawdle or just munch on sunflower seeds after he arrives is another story...

“Okay, as long as you come, we’ll wait for you all.” Lin Qingping nodded.

"Well then, shall I take you to the cafeteria for a meal first?" Section Chief Fu was also completely baffled.

Lin Qingping nodded.

After lunch, Lin Qingping returned to the workshop and inspected all the altered clothes. Less than 10% of them passed her inspection.

She piled all the substandard items to the front, and in the afternoon, the workers gradually returned to work.

Once most of the people had arrived, Lin Qingping and Section Chief Fu stood behind a large pile of substandard clothes, watching the workers chatting and eating sunflower seeds in the noisy workshop, but no one actually started working.