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Qiao Lanshu has been restless these past two days and has started having frequent dreams again;

In my dreams, I always see Qin Yuanzheng lying on the hospital bed, his face pale and his body emaciated.

Qin Yuanzheng was awakened by Qiao Lanshu's crying in the middle of the night. He opened his eyes abruptly and looked down at Qiao Lanshu in his arms.

I saw that Qiao Lanshu had his eyes closed, tears streaming down his face, and he kept calling out "Brother Zheng, Brother Zheng".

Qin Yuanzheng was heartbroken. He didn't know what his wife was dreaming about, or why she was so upset.

He didn't wake her, but instead grabbed his vest and used it to wipe her face. He hugged her tighter, stroked her hair, and whispered, "I'm here, don't be afraid."

Qin Yuanzheng held Qiao Lanshu and sighed softly.

He was no longer sleepy. He turned to his side to make Qiao Lanshu more comfortable, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she had gradually stopped crying.

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The next day, when Qiao Lanshu woke up, she felt that her eyes were a little swollen. When she went to wash up, she looked in the mirror and saw that the corners of her eyes were red and her eyes were indeed a little swollen.

She hesitated for a moment, thinking that when she was bullied by Brother Zheng last night, she did cry and beg for mercy, but she didn't seem to cry this hard. Why are her eyes swollen from crying?

After washing up, she braided her long hair into two thick braids. Hair tends to get static electricity in winter, so braiding it into braids is neater.

Her bangs had grown a bit long, and she found them a little in the way, so she took out a long, thin black clip and clipped them to one side, revealing her smooth, full forehead.

After clipping her bangs up, she felt her face looked longer. She looked at herself in the mirror and thought that showing her forehead looked pretty good too. She decided not to keep her bangs anymore, since she wasn't a student anymore.

Qiao Lanshu combed her hair, then went back to the bedroom, put on a vest, and then put on a warm, close-fitting cashmere sweater.

She came out of the house and saw Qin Yuanzheng cooking porridge in the kitchen.

Qin Yuanzheng is really good at taking care of people. He makes breakfast for her every day, afraid that she won't have enough to eat.

Qiao Lanshu walked over and called out to him, "Brother Zheng."

Qin Yuanzheng immediately turned around: "Awake?"

He glanced at Qiao Lanshu, paused for a moment, then walked over, cupped her face in his hands, and looked her over for a while. Suddenly, he leaned in and gave her a hard kiss on the forehead: "Your hair's grown long? Want to get a haircut?"

Qiao Lanshu shook her head and said, "I won't cut it. I'll tie it up when it grows long."

Qin Yuanzheng had to keep an eye on Qiao Lanshu's expression all day, afraid that she would be unhappy again.

But she seemed quite calm, so it appears that yesterday's nightmare didn't have much of an impact on her.

After finishing his meal, Qin Yuanzheng dropped Qiao Lanshu off at the food factory and then went to the military base in the mining area.

There isn't much work left in the pickle workshop.

Especially in the vegetable cutting and washing section, because there are no fresh vegetables available locally after winter, the vegetable cutting and washing section naturally has no work to do.

Yesterday was a half-day off. Today, after returning to work, the workers in the pickle processing workshop were gathered together. Tang Wenxia, ​​the supervisor of the pickle workshop, held a meeting and said to everyone:

"Winter is approaching, and our pickle-making team doesn't have much work. According to the factory manager, we're to go help out in other workshops. Of course, we've had some tough work before, so this time we'll be given some easy tasks."

Apart from the pickling team, the fermentation room, and a few boiler operators, most of the female workers were borrowed to help in other workshops.

Such secondments have been common in previous years, and this year the workload has increased even more, but the number of staff has not increased much.

Tang Wenxia knew that Qiao Lanshu had been introduced by the factory director, so she assigned her the easiest task. She said, "Comrade Qiao Lanshu, you will be in charge of watching the warehouse."

Wang Xue looked at Qiao Lanshu with envy and whispered, "Comrade Qiao, this is a great job. Besides the work recorder, I envy the warehouse watchman the most."

The work record clerks all had strong connections; one radish for every hole, and there hadn't been a single gap in their ranks for over ten years.

Wang Xue never dared to dream of becoming a work recorder.

She wanted to go see the warehouse.

Just sit on a small stool, crack some sunflower seeds, drink some water, and the day is over.

Qiao Lanshu was also a little surprised. Was Tang Wenxia taking care of her?

Otherwise, why would such a good job be assigned to her as a temporary worker?

After the work was assigned, Wang Xue was assigned to help with packaging in the cake-making class. It was an easy job, and Wang Xue was quite satisfied with it.

After being assigned to their respective jobs, the more than twenty female workers went to help out at their posts.

Qiao Lanshu thought that after joining the pickle-making class, she could relax and not have to work during the winter.

In the end, she was just being too optimistic.

She arrived at the food factory's large warehouse.

The person who originally worked at the warehouse has taken leave to go home and have a baby.

So now it's time to read Qiao Lan's book.

She was only responsible for overseeing the process for about three months after the New Year, until the pregnant woman returned after giving birth. Then she would go back to the pickle workshop.

After receiving the warehouse key in the personnel department office, Qiao Lanshu went to sit in the warehouse.

The warehouse is very large and is usually closed. There is a small hut outside the warehouse with tables, chairs, and a wooden bed for taking a nap.

Qiao Lanshu brought back a kettle of hot water, sat in the room, and diligently wiped everything down with a rag.

After wiping herself clean, she sat in the chair in a daze, thinking to herself that she could bring her books to review tomorrow.

She has attended high school, so she will definitely take the college entrance examination once it is reinstated.

It's the end of 75 now, and 76 is just around the corner. She doesn't have much time left to review.

As Qiao Lanshu thought this, she rummaged through the drawer. Inside, there was an abacus, two fountain pens, a bottle of ink, a ruler, an eraser, a pencil, a rag, and so on.

In another drawer, there were five or six notebooks stacked together.

She took out the notebook and saw that it contained records of goods entering and leaving the warehouse.

The notebook was scrawled with the date and the quantity of goods shipped.

However, the year and time were not specified, and there were no signatures from inventory clerks or recipients.

This job is way too easy!

As Qiao Lanshu was thinking this, someone knocked on the window.

She quickly opened the window, and outside, several male workers were standing by her. The one in the lead said, "Comrade, I'm here to pick up the goods. Open the warehouse door."

As he spoke, the man handed Qiao Lanshu a delivery slip.

Qiao Lanshu reached out and took the form, but before she could even see it clearly, the man suddenly snatched it back, saying impatiently, "Hey, you newbie, how can you be so incompetent? We're in a rush, delivering food to the canteen. Can you stop dawdling?"

Qiao Lanshu didn't open the door. She took out the registration book and wrote down the date and time, down to the minute and second.

Then she asked, "Which workshop are you from? What goods do you need to pick up? How much? Which unit are you delivering it to? Which supervisor approved the order?"

The man outside: "..."