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Qiao Lanshu didn't recognize Wei Zhengye, after all, the time she worked in the food factory in her previous life was two years later.

At that time, the director of the food factory was not Wei Zhengye.

In addition, Wei Zhengye was not wearing his work uniform today.

Qiao Lanshu thanked Wei Zhengye for giving her directions, and then she ran towards the pastry workshop.

After watching Qiao Lanshu's retreating figure for a while, Wei Zhengye went to the pickle workshop to find his daughter, Wei Hongmei.

Today was Wei Hongmei's first day at work, and he was really worried about his daughter, so he went to check on her.

As a result, he had just entered the gate of the pickle workshop when he saw Wei Hongmei standing at the workshop entrance, wearing protective clothing but without gloves, wiping away tears with red eyes.

Wei Zhengye thought something was wrong with his daughter, so he quickly came over and asked, "Hongmei, what's wrong? Is someone targeting you?"

That shouldn't be the case. He had already spoken to the supervisor of the pickle workshop and asked them to take care of Wei Hongmei.

Their food factory is very large. Each workshop has a workshop supervisor, and then the workshops are divided into several shifts, each with a shift leader.

For example, in a pickling workshop, there are separate teams for pickling vegetables, soy sauce, and so on.

There are easy jobs and physically demanding jobs, but the working hours and wages are roughly the same.

Wei Zhengye thought that he should ask the workshop supervisor to assign his daughter, Wei Hongmei, to the pickling team. After all, winter was coming soon, and there would be no vegetables to pickle in winter, so the workers would generally be more relaxed.

When Wei Hongmei saw Wei Zhengye approaching, her eyes immediately welled up with tears as she walked over. She said, "Dad, didn't you say you'd put in a good word for me? Why were I still assigned to the pickling vegetable team?"

Wei Zhengye had thought the workshop supervisor hadn't helped him, but upon hearing this, his face instantly darkened. He said, "What's wrong? You think the pickling workshop is bad? For three or four months of the whole winter, there wasn't much work, and we left early every day. Isn't that good? Everyone else is scrambling to get in, and you got assigned here, and you're still not satisfied?"

Wei Hongmei stamped her feet in frustration and angrily accused Wei Zhengye.

"Dad, you have no idea where they assigned me! They put me in charge of pickling radishes. The radishes were big and heavy, and we had to carry them by hand to wash them, basket after basket. The water in the pool wasn't heated; it was all cold water pumped from the lake!"

We wore these gloves while washing! After washing, we had to cut them. The squad leader said that each piece had to be cut evenly, not unevenly. My hands were frozen stiff; I couldn't cut them at all. I was too scared to cut; I almost cut my fingers off!

When Wei Zhengye heard his daughter say this, what else did he not understand?

Wei Hongmei has been assigned to the cutting and washing team.

But at least she was assigned to the pickle workshop, which is better than the other workshops.

He then said, "Wait here for a moment, I'll go ask if the packaging team needs anyone."

As he spoke, he walked towards the office in the pickle workshop.

The supervisor of the pickle workshop was a woman named Tang Wenxia. She was in her thirties, tall, and had a loud voice. She had worked in the pickle workshop for many years and was quite familiar with Wei Zhengye.

When Wei Zhengye came to her office, she was organizing the patrol lists for each shift. Seeing Wei Zhengye, she assumed he was there to inspect the work and immediately stood up, saying, "Director Wei, what brings you here at this hour? Are you here for a routine inspection?"

Wei Zhengye shook his head, put his hands behind his back, walked up to Tang Wenxia, ​​and asked, "Manager Tang, it's like this, didn't my daughter come to work today?"

Tang Wenxia nodded, "Oh right, now that you mention it, I remember you. It's Comrade Wei Hongmei, right? I've already assigned her to the day shift for pickles."

Without batting an eye, Wei Zhengye asked directly, "It's like this, Supervisor Tang, my daughter is raising two children all by herself, and she has a lot to do at home. Do you think it's possible to transfer her to the packaging workshop? The work there is easier, so she can have more energy to go home and take care of the children."

Most female employees nowadays have children.

Although women can hold up half the sky, the factory still needs to take special care of those with children at home.

The heavy lifting should still be left to the men.

Wei Zhengye's son-in-law, Sun Mingyong, used to work in the business department of the food factory, dealing with customers every day. Most people in the factory knew him, so when his marriage fraud was exposed and he was brought to the meeting for criticism, everyone naturally found out.

Tang Wenxia knew that Wei Hongmei had lost her husband and was raising two children alone, which was indeed hard for her.

She said with some difficulty, "Director Wei, it's not that I don't want to take care of Comrade Wei Hongmei, but our pickle workshop has limited positions. Currently, only the cutting and washing workshop is short-staffed, while the other workshops are not. If we insist on putting her in, someone has to be willing to transfer to the cutting and washing workshop..."

Of course, the cutting and washing workshop has vacancies precisely because it's so demanding. If all the workshops were as easy as the packaging workshop, why would anyone leave?

Tang Wenxia added, "However, it's already winter, and all the winter vegetables have been harvested. We'll only be busy for about half a month. Things will be easier next month. We won't be able to make pickled vegetables again until next spring, when the weather won't be cold anymore."

Wei Zhengye knew, of course, but Wei Hongmei didn't want to do it. Let alone half a month, she couldn't even endure a day of hardship.

Wei Zhengye then asked, "Why don't you go and ask around in the packaging workshop to see if there's anyone willing to transfer to the cutting and washing workshop? I can offer 100 yuan to buy one."

Wei Zhengye's willingness to contribute money shows his sincerity.

However, if Tang Wenxia were to ask, wouldn't that let everyone know that she was using her connections to help Wei Zhengye get a job?

Moreover, if no one agrees to transfer her to another position, wouldn't she have made a fool of herself by showing off?

However, if she didn't ask, she would be offending Wei Zhengye.

So, after a moment of silence, Tang Wenxia suddenly said to Wei Zhengye:

"Director Wei, why don't you go to the pastry workshop and ask? There's a fermentation room there, isn't there? Maybe they're short-staffed. You could have Comrade Wei Hongmei go to the fermentation room to monitor the temperature. It's an easy job with little pressure."

If the yeast room has enough staff, you can also go to the pastry workshop to make cookies. Cookies are all machine-made. The workers just need to pack the baked cookies on the conveyor belt and put them into boxes. It's very easy.

"By the way, our bread workshop is quite easy too. Apart from kneading the dough, which is physically demanding, the baking is also mechanized. The workers just need to put the fermented dough onto the conveyor belt. Isn't that easier than our pickle workshop?"

Wei Zhengye knew that Tang Wenxia was just trying to get rid of Wei Hongmei because she thought Wei Hongmei was too hot to handle.

However, Tang Wenxia is right. Although the pastry workshop is not like the pickle workshop, which can be quiet for a while in winter, the work in the pastry workshop is relatively easy. Except for making mooncakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival, jujube rice cakes for the end of the year, and dough lanterns for the first month of the lunar calendar, which require a few days of overtime, the work is usually quite leisurely.

At least, the pastry workshop no longer needs to be washed with cold water, and Wei Hongmei no longer has to complain that her hands are frozen stiff and her joints are about to be damaged.

After thinking for a moment, Wei Zhengye said, "Okay, I'll go ask in the pastry workshop."

However, the workers in the pastry workshop probably reported for duty today as well, and the staff is probably already full. He needs to ask the supervisor of the pastry workshop to see if they can create an opening and arrange for Wei Hongmei to work there.