Various ores are very important in today's era. For example, in cities one to four, almost all are made of alloys. Even the ones paved on the ground are made of alloy plates.
From this we can see how important metal is to today's generation.
But the people in the eight cities did not become rich because of this. After all, only a small number of them made profits, and the Joint Council did not reach out here.
In a remote part of the eight cities, there is a small factory.
The preliminary processing of ore is also ongoing inside the factory, and there is also a mine not far from the factory. Countless workers came in and out, constantly transporting various ores out through the mine carts on the tracks.
Such an ore and mine pit is not uncommon in the Eight Cities.
The factory director is a middle-aged, obese man named Bao Lu. Some people who know him well call him Lao Bao. He is also a relatively honest factory manager. His treatment of workers is 10 to 20% better than that of ordinary workers. Of course, the more likely reason is that most of the workers are from his village.
Because he is also the head of the village nearest to the factory.
Old bag! The car on track three is broken down!
Lao Bao stood at the top of the factory, feeling the heat emitted by countless machines that made him sweat. He cursed: How many times have I told him to call the factory director! However, the man was an old acquaintance of him, and he just smiled and raised a middle finger filled with purpose.
Go get Wood and see if he can fix it!
When another person heard this, he actually cursed at Bao Lu, the factory director: Old Bao, you are such a black-hearted guy, you really treat wood as everything! He also accidentally repaired a portable mining machine, but that doesn't mean he can also repair a car!
Lao Bao also laughed: I have to give it a try.
Then the man, cursing, walked to a corner of the factory and patted a young man on the shoulder who was working hard: There is something wrong with the car on track three, and Lao Bao wants you to go see if it can be fixed. After hearing this, the young man wiped his face, which was a little gray due to work, then nodded numbly and walked towards Track Three.
I saw the young man called Wood holding the tools and walking to the rail car that looked like it was tired and unwilling to move. I didn’t know what to do with it. For a moment, the rail car was like a child who was persuaded and reluctantly moved again. It started to move with a roar.
Everyone burst out laughing when they saw this: Mu Mu, good job! Old bag! A woodworker and a part-time repairman need to get a raise! Lao Bao also laughed and shouted: No problem! Like these workers, he liked this dull young man very much. I am willing to work hard and endure hard work. I have never despised the hard work. I have voluntarily stayed and worked overtime for free on several occasions to catch up with the progress and supply of goods.
Lao Bao looked at the sky, then shouted: Alright! Assholes, get off work!
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The grassland that was originally about half waist high was forced to open a road, and a young man with a dull face walked calmly.
In a moment, an electric car drove in beside him, and a round head stuck out: Mumu, are you going back to the village? Mu Mu looked at Lao Bao, and then nodded numbly. Lao Bao smiled: Come on, get in the car.
After getting in the car, Mu Mu continued to be silent, but Lao Bao had become accustomed to it. He knew that it was not the wood that was silent, but that it was mute. So he kept praising the wood's work performance, and then returned to the village as the car roared.
He only has an electric car because of his village. Otherwise, most people would have to walk back to the village.
The village has no name, but there are thousands of people in it. Although life is a bit difficult, it can be considered comfortable and satisfying.
Dad, are you back? A girl who looked about twenty years old jumped out, and then saw Mu Mu getting off the car with Lao Bao: Hey, Mu Mu is here too? The girl walked over with a smile, like a happy little elf: I will come to play with you later.
When Lao Bao saw this, he didn't know whether to smile bitterly or comfort him.
Mu Mu nodded, expressed a sign of thanks to Lao Bao, and then left.
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While Bao Lu was eating, he looked at his daughter with a grimace, who kept putting food in the basket: "Xiaolan, if you have a daughter, don't worry about Mu Mu."
Why? Bao Lan asked with a smile, but without stopping, he even grabbed a chicken leg from his father's chopsticks and put it in the basket. Bao Lu looked at his empty chopsticks and was stunned for a moment, and then became angry for a moment: You are a girl whose family always goes to the boy's house, what is it like!
Bao Lan was stunned: We are friends!
Bao Lu snorted: Do you think I'm your father? Am I blind or something? No matter how stupid you are, I can still see that you are interested in wood! It's so hard to find, why don't you find a regular place? Wood is good, but he is still...
enough! Bao Lan screamed: I won’t listen, I won’t listen, I won’t listen! Covering her ears, she rushed out the door and disappeared with the basket in her hand. Bao Lu looked at his daughter's back with a wry smile, and cursed in a low voice: If you don't even leave chicken drumsticks for the father, you won't be able to save the best girl!
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In a simple space, even the space is only about five meters.
On an old and shabby looking table in the middle, there was a basket, several plates and two people sitting on it.
The man with a dull face ate his meal calmly, then picked up a chicken leg and looked at Bao Lan with some doubts. Obviously, his doubts were about the plump chicken leg in front of him. Bao Lan snorted: Dad, he is dead! Don't feed him! Mu Mu nodded, then gnawed on the chicken leg.
Bao Lan looked at the profile of the man eating and couldn't help but think of his father's words. Why is such an honest man mute? She couldn't help but think of three years ago, when Mu Mu came to the village wearing a tattered cloth, and he was just indifferent to anyone who spoke to him.
The kind-hearted Lao Bao even went to see a doctor in the village, but found that he was not mentally ill and was probably mute, but without professional equipment, no one could tell much.
The wood has been living in the village since then, and even this tent was made by him at some point.
Because Mu Mu was mute and Bao Lan was kind-hearted, he would cook an extra portion of the food he cooked for his father every day and give it to Mu Mu. Over time, she fell in love with the feeling of being around Mu Mu. No matter how much he complained or talked, Mu Mu would always look at her calmly and listen to her words. Whenever he sees the appearance of wood, Bao Lan feels peaceful and peaceful from the bottom of his heart.
But this was the first time that he gave wood to chicken legs instead of leaving them to his father.
Maybe as his father said, he fell in love with this piece of wood
Woof woof woof!
A little black dog ran over and barked at Bao Lan's feet. Its finger-long tail swayed in a dizzying manner. Bao Lan laughed when he saw it: Little black dog, why do you never grow up? Then she picked up the little black dog.
The two people and the dog were peaceful and quiet in the small space, with only the sound of the little black dog sticking out its tongue and panting.