In no time, the factory gathered around a hundred or so people, ranging from young men in their twenties to those in their fifties, along with some strong-bodied women and quite a few children who followed to watch the excitement.
Lin Chuxia especially enjoyed this atmosphere, which was rarely seen in the 21st century.
In that era, the widespread use of heavy machinery liberated manpower but also caused the cohesion among people to dissolve bit by bit.
Not to mention the relations between villagers, even within clans, contact would be minimal after three generations.
Lin Chuxia did not stop the children from joining in on the fun, letting them watch from a safe distance.
The village chief also came along and pointed out a few of those in their fifties in the crowd. After circling the Jiefang truck a couple of times, they began making arrangements.
Lin Chuxia knew that these older folks were the experienced hands of the village.
Some people brought over thicker planks to lay on the truck, round logs were placed under the machine, and ropes thicker than a thumb were wrapped around the machinery...
It was a contest of strength and wisdom. Initially, Lin Chuxia did not have much confidence, and even when people started lifting the machinery, she was quite nervous.
But there she was, watching intently as the machine, weighing several tons, was gradually moved off the truck by dozens of strong young people...
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Qin Lihua sat under the big tree in the courtyard, staring blankly at the half-washed clothes in the washbasin in front of her.
Just now, the loudspeaker of the brigade broadcasted that her dad had put down his work and gone to Xiyang Food Factory, apparently to move some machinery.
At that moment, someone called out to her at the entrance of the courtyard, "Lihua, why are you still at home washing clothes? I heard Xiyang Food Factory just received two large machines, half the village has gone over there. Let’s go, let’s go together and take a look."
Before Qin Lihua could respond, that person was already pulling her hand and heading out, while saying, "Last time the food factory was hiring I didn’t get selected. Are they hiring again with the new machines? I wonder what the requirement is this time. If only I had an aunt as capable as yours, would I even need to worry about not having a job?"
"Lihua, could you talk to your aunt on my behalf? I also want to work at the factory; I don’t mind if the salary is less, while others earn 40, I’d take 30, and I’d work really hard."
In their village, the younger generation takes pride in working at Xiyang Food Factory.
Those who weren’t married or dating saw it become much easier to find a partner once they had a job.
Qin Lihua was overwhelmed by her incessant chatter and made up an excuse to head towards Xiyang Food Factory first.
The road was filled with people heading to Xiyang Food Factory to join in the commotion, in groups of threes or twos, all discussing the factory.
"I remember when Xiyang Food Factory was first established, they installed several machines and then started hiring in the village. Are they hiring again this time?"
"Of course, they are. My spouse even said we should sign up when Xiyang Food Factory hires again. Last time we thought they only wanted young people and wouldn’t bother with married folks, so we didn’t even apply. But just look at the Li Family couple; they’re over 30 and still got a job at the factory."
"That’s right, I heard Xiyang Food Factory offered 20 positions to the village. I figured there was no way I’d get one, so I didn’t even go for the interview. But turns out the village chief was the one to pick those 20, and the factory director wanted to choose people too."
"That’s why I say the Qin Family people are decent. In my opinion, they are looking out for the elders and folks of our Qin Family Village."
"Exactly, I heard the village is also planning to build a pig farm. No matter what, if there’s a chance to apply for a job, we should all sign up. I don’t want to farm anymore."
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