Going home for the sixth time

  Lin Zhenhua helped Dongfeng Porcelain Factory solve a technical problem, and the factory director Wang Baozi was overjoyed. That night, in the small canteen, he again arranged for some dishes to be served with wine, treating Lin Zhenhua to a feast. This time, the grade of the dishes had risen another level, and some mountain delicacies and seafood that even He Haifeng rarely got to eat were served.

  "Kobayashi, I owe you one." He Haifeng said to Lin Zhenhua.

  "It's nothing, it's nothing, I'm just looking at where you're from." Lin Zhenhua said with courtesy.

  Wang Pangzi heard their conversation, smiled and picked up the wine glass: "This meal is beyond standard. If it were He Changlong who came, I really wouldn't be willing to invite him. This meal is for entertaining our expert Lin, Expert Lin is young but has a high level of expertise, our factory leaders collectively agree that this meal should have a higher reception standard."

  "Oh dear, I'm really embarrassed, actually, I didn't do anything." Lin Zhenhua felt a little flattered. As a graduate student at Huaying University in the future, he had many opportunities to go out and work on projects with his supervisor, and he had also experienced many scenes. By the standards of later generations, the dishes on this table can only be described as shabby, but considering the prices at that time, it should have been half a month's living expenses for an ordinary worker's family."

  Wang Baozi said, "Xiao Lin, you just said three words, what was it... Ah yes, oxygen ion, just these three words, solved the technical difficulties we've been facing for a year or two. From now on, our products can be sold as first-class goods again. Just this one item, every worker in our factory will get an extra 20 yuan in their year-end bonus. You say, isn't your contribution great? This meal, I'm inviting you on behalf of all the workers in our factory."

  "Mr. Deng said that science and technology are the primary productive forces," Lin Zhenhua replied casually.

  "Science and technology are the primary productive forces," said He Haifeng, nodding his head. "Xiao Lin, did Vice Chairman Deng say this? I've never heard of it."

  "This... might be... I don't even remember." Lin Zhenhua hastily denied, as a transmigrator, the biggest trouble was that he would often say things that transcended the times.

  "Technology is the primary productive force...... whoever said it, this saying is too good." He Haifeng exclaimed.

  The next morning, as soon as the sky was bright, both Hongxing Factory and Dongfeng Factory sent their office directors to see Lin Zhenhua off at the train station. He Haifeng happened to be free and also came along. The office director of Hongxing Factory helped Lin Zhenhua carry two large cardboard boxes, which naturally contained the gifts he had bought at the store the day before. The director of Dongfeng Factory didn't bring anything, but after Lin Zhenhua boarded the train, he handed him a bulging envelope.

  "What's this?" Lin Zhenhua was startled.

  "This is a bonus sent by Director Wang, totaling 100 yuan. Please count it and sign for me," said the director of Dongfeng Factory.

  "This won't do, I just said a word, how can I accept your money?"

  "Lin, you take it. Actually, this money was originally a bonus promised by our factory, which has been set up since last year. Whoever can solve the problem of the leaking porcelain bottle will get 100 yuan. Now that you've solved it, the bonus naturally belongs to you."

  "Uh..." Lin Zhenhua looked at He Haifeng with his eyes, asking for instructions on how to handle it.

  "Kobayashi, you can take it," said He Haifeng. "This sum of money was approved by the Light Industry Bureau after consultation with Dongfeng Factory, and it is a legitimate bonus. Whoever solves this problem can get it. The amount of the bonus is a bit high, but since the Light Industry Bureau has already approved it, it doesn't count as a mistake."

  "Then I'll accept it, thank you on my behalf to Director Wang." Lin Zhenhua happily accepted the money, 100 yuan, equivalent to three months' salary for a new worker in the factory. It was not free, so he wouldn't refuse it. The things given by Hongxing Factory were also worth more than 100 yuan, but Lin Zhenhua still thought that cash was more practical.

  "Kobayashi, they all gave you gifts, but I didn't give you anything." He Haifeng said apologetically, "Lanlan's mother made some eggs for you, take them with you on the road to eat."

  "Then I'll thank Mrs. He for that." Lin Zhenhua took the eggs and said with a smile, "Actually, Director He has arranged for me to have food and lodging, and has also given me the opportunity to make money, which is enough already."

  "Between you and me, let's not be polite," said He Haifeng. "You can just call me Old He from now on. Xiao Lin, after you go back, if there's anything that doesn't feel right, be sure to write to tell me. The factory where you work, Hanhua Machinery Factory, is under the jurisdiction of Jiangnan Province Light Industry Bureau. I still know a few people at the Jiangnan Province Light Industry Bureau, so if there's anything going on, I can put in a good word."

  "Thank you, Director He... haha, thank you, Old He." Lin Zhenhua said with a bow, he knew that He Haifeng's introduction was worth no less than the money and goods given by the two factories. Some connections at the top level can play an unexpectedly significant role for an ordinary worker at times.

  The whistle sounded, and the train slowly left Tanzhou Station, heading towards Jiangnan Province. He Haifeng stood on the platform, watching the train leave, feeling a bit regretful in his heart. If he had the power, he really wanted to keep Lin Zhenhua under his command, but it wasn't that easy to transfer someone back then.

  From Tanzhou to Fenghua County, where Lin Zhenhua was going, the railway is less than 300 kilometers, but the green train took six hours to arrive. Lin Zhenhua got off the train with a sore waist and back, carrying big bags and small packages, and couldn't help but worry. The Hanhua Machinery Factory was located in the eastern suburbs of the county town, while the train station was in the southwest corner of the county town, five kilometers away. Lin Zhenhua's original luggage was just a bundle of bedding and a travel bag, which wasn't difficult to carry back. But now there were two large paper boxes of gifts from Hongxing Factory, including one box that seemed to be Hongxing Factory's own 54-piece dinner set, extremely heavy, Lin Zhenhua really didn't know how to move these things back home.

  "Brother!"

  A clear and crisp call sounded in Lin Zhenhua's ear, followed by a red-clothed girl appearing before him, her eyes filled with excited tears, staring at him blankly.

  "Xiao Fang!"

  Lin Zhenhua threw the thing in his hand to the ground and, unable to help himself, opened his arms and hugged the girl. He recognized that this was his own sister, 16-year-old Lin Fanghua. They were siblings born of the same mother, with an unbreakable bond of blood ties.

  "What's wrong with you, let me go!" Lin Fanghua couldn't adapt to this intimate expression all of a sudden, and hurriedly broke free from her brother's arms. With a red face, she punched two fists on Lin Zhenhua's chest, "What are you doing? So many people are watching!"

  Lin Zhenhua only then realized that in those years, people seemed not to be too accustomed to such intimate actions, even between siblings, this kind of hug was considered quite shocking and unconventional.

  "Ah, this is a minority's etiquette." Lin Zhenhua covered up, "Our troops have been stationed in Yunnan for more than half a year and learned some local customs."

  "You'd better change your ways quickly, this time it's me, so it doesn't matter. If you treat other girls like this, they'll say you're a rascal." Lin Fanghua took Lin Zhenhua's words to heart and reminded him anxiously.

  "Xiao Fang, are you here to pick me up?" Lin Zhenhua asked in surprise.

  "Really? If I don't pick you up, who else will I pick up?"

  "But how did you know I was taking this bus back?"

  "Isn't this telegram from you?" Lin Fanghua asked, waving a telegram in her hand.

  "It wasn't me who sent it...... But I know now, it was a friend of mine who sent it." Lin Zhenhua said. His only relative was this younger sister, so he hadn't even thought about asking Lin Fanghua to pick him up. He guessed that He Haifeng must have seen that his luggage was too much and kindly sent the telegram on his behalf.

  "Brother, how come you have so much luggage? Are you moving house?" Lin Fanghua asked in surprise, looking at Lin Zhenhua's luggage.

  "This is hard to say in one word. Xiaofang, how did you come here?"

  "I came with Yang Xin by bike."

  "Yang Xin?" Lin Zhenhua turned his head, and saw a slender and pretty girl standing not far away, looking at them. The girl's face had an ambiguous expression, seemingly smiling yet not quite, with a hint of joy and a touch of shyness.

  Lin Zhenhua certainly knew her, only two years ago when Lin Zhenhua left Hanhua Machinery Factory, Yang Xin was still a young and inexperienced girl, now she has grown into a elegant and refined lady.

  Yang Xin's father is Yang Chunshan, and her mother is Wei Suping. Both of them are factory workers and are close friends with Lin Zhenhua's parents. After Lin Zhenhua's parents passed away, the Yang family took good care of the two siblings and often invited them to their home for meals. As a result, Lin Zhenhua and Yang Xin were quite familiar with each other. Yang Xin is two years younger than Lin Zhenhua and is in the same year as Lin Fanghua. When Lin Zhenhua went to join the army, Yang Xin was still in junior high school, where boys and girls didn't talk to each other at that time. So although Lin Zhenhua often ate at Yang Xin's home, and Yang Xin and Lin Fanghua were like sisters, Lin Zhenhua and Yang Xin rarely spoke to each other, mostly just looking at each other from a distance.

  "Yang Xin, thank you for bringing Xiaofang to pick me up." Lin Zhenhua walked over with a big smile on his face, greeting Yang Xin. He was no longer the young half-sized boy he used to be, whether it was the veteran soldier Lin Zhenhua who had been baptized in blood on the battlefield or the graduate student Lin Zhenhua who had traveled through time and space. Both of them were now adults, no longer constrained by the "38th line" of the school.

  "Xiao Hua... you're back." Yang Xin replied in a low voice, her face already flushing before she even finished speaking.

  "Three people, two trunks, one backpack, two bicycles, how to go?" Lin Fanghua asked Lin Zhenhua anxiously.

  "Otherwise, let's put our luggage on the car and push it to go." Yang Xin looked at Lin Fanghua and said, but the tone was to consult with Lin Zhenhua.

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  Hehe, female lead makes a dazzling appearance, how about some recommendation tickets?