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Chapter 38 Succession

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    "Xiaoxiao." Zhao Dahu put down his chopsticks, drank half a glass of cold boiled water, and calmed down: "I will retire by the end of this year."

    Xiaoxiao responded with a smile: "Well, I know you still can't bear to part with the dirty and tiring work in this workshop."

    "When the factory comes to the beginning of spring, we will organize a women's drinking class. I think you should quit your job in the state-owned store outside and come to the factory to pick up my shift." Zhao Dahu didn't take his class when he spoke  Looking at her daughter with eyes, this is not a tone of discussion.

    His eyes were fixed on the retort tightly, and the flames below rushed to the bottom of his eyes, which seemed a little scorching.

    Zhao Dahu knew in his heart that drinking was really hard work.  Starting cellars, picking distiller's grains, pushing chicken carts, picking wine, and even working in three shifts are the hardest jobs in the factory.

    Xiaoxiao is his only daughter, and asking her to hang out drinking is tantamount to sending her to suffer a lot.

    Most people really can't bear the bitterness of hanging wine.  Even the able-bodied gay men recruited by the factory over the years all screamed bitterly behind their backs.  What's more, what about young girls like Xiaoxiao who have no experience?

    "Okay, when I enter the factory, I will work hard and try not to embarrass you!" Xiaoxiao said with a smile on her face as she packed her lunch box.

    "Youdon't even think about it?" Zhao Dahu raised his head and asked.

    Xiaoxiao pursed her lips, and said nonchalantly, "Who am I? I'm Zhao Xiaoxiao, your only daughter of Zhao Dahu. If the second generation of the factory doesn't enter the factory to contribute, is it possible that they still have to hang around outside and cause trouble for you? Anyway, sooner or later  For those who enter the factory, it is better to enter the factory late than early. The wine class is very interesting, and you can learn a lot of skills. Even if I can¡¯t get married in the future, and I will be an old aunt for the rest of my life, I don¡¯t think you need to worry about me.  There is no problem of not being able to eat."

    With a "snap", Zhao Dahu took the chopsticks and hit Xiaoxiao on the head: "You child, the more you talk, the more outrageous you are. What old aunt? Are you trying to piss me off on purpose?"

    Xiaoxiao covered her head, and laughed shamelessly, "Anyway, don't worry, just relying on my stubbornness, if I don't go to the drinking class, who can go?"

    When she was young, people said that Xiaoxiao was a roundworm in the stomach of her father Zhao Dahu.  As soon as Zhao Dahu stared, she knew what to say next.

    As long as Xiaoxiao can remember, his father has been working hard in the winery from dawn to dusk, and has won many advanced pacesetters in the factory.

    Although my mother often talked about my father's disregard for the family, the words "Xianshui Winery" had already taken root in the young Xiaoxiao's heart.

    Zhao Dahu is a rough man, not good at words.  But Xiaoxiao knew that under his bluffing face was a heart that was worried about his daughter.

    He was afraid that she would not be able to endure hardship, and even more afraid that she would suffer

    Zhao Dahu lowered his face and slammed the chopsticks on the table.  The table with missing feet was stressed, and it swayed twice.  If it hadn't been for Xiaoxiao's sideways leaning against the other end calmly, the table would have been knocked over long ago.

    "Remember what you said, don't embarrass our old Zhao's family when you go!" Zhao Dahu said without thinking, and went straight to work with his bib in his pocket.

    Xiaoxiao stood at the door, looking at her father's hunchbacked figure from a distance, which gradually became blurred in the smoke.  There is a warm mass under her heart, which is slowly melting away.

    Yes, my father is old, and it's time to retire.  He has been concerned about the winery all his life, so why not let her continue to make the screws?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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