Siheyuan: After being robbed of her marriage, she married Zheng Juan backhandedly

At around ten o'clock in the evening, Zheng Juan came back and saw that the lock on the table was broken. She was startled: "A thief broke into the house?"

"I forgot to bring the key when I came back and smashed it with a brick." Cheng Zhiguo laughed.

Zheng Juan breathed a sigh of relief.

"What about mom?" Cheng Zhiguo asked.

"She was with Guangming in the hospital, and the doctor said that Guangming's eyes recovered very well, and he could take off the blindfold years ago." Zheng Juan said happily.

"That's good." Cheng Zhiguo thought for a while, and whispered a few words into Zheng Juan's ear.

"Really?" Zheng Juan's eyes became more excited, but she quickly asked worriedly, "We've spent a lot of money recently, so let's save it."

"Don't care about that."

Cheng Zhiguo glanced out and asked intentionally, "So, Mom won't be coming back tonight?"

"Um……"

Zheng Juan was still wondering why Cheng Zhiguo emphasized this point, but when she looked back at the half-smile expression on his face, she suddenly realized, "What are you thinking?"

She hurried to the house.

But Cheng Zhiguo would not let her get what she wanted, he walked around the table and stopped in front of her, hugging her in his arms.

"what."

Zheng Juan exclaimed and patted Cheng Zhiguo's chest, "Don't make trouble."

"I didn't make a fuss."

Cheng Zhiguo put her down, but he didn't let go of his hand. Instead, he exerted more force, so that their bodies were tightly pressed together.

Even through the thick winter clothes, Cheng Zhiguo could feel the softness and elasticity of Zheng Juan's body.

An ambiguous warmth brewed between the two bodies.

Zheng Juan's face was flushed, her small face was like a peach blossom, she didn't have any disgust in her eyes, she just felt shy.

Cheng Zhiguo lowered his head and kissed her red lips.

After a long time, the noise of fighting in the room fell, and the two went back to their rooms.

Naturally, Cheng Zhiguo won't take Zheng Juan down completely, and he will be married in the next year, so there's no need to embarrass Zheng Juan, and hurry up for a while.

But he is not a sage and gentleman, just now, he ate tofu a lot.

Now that he calmed down, he entered the system.

On the other side, Zheng Juan was tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Her body was itching uncontrollably, at the moment her mind was full of Cheng Zhiguo's face, and...

……

The system was activated ten years ago, and the crops appeared seven or eight years ago. In seven or eight years, Cheng Zhiguo had stored enough grain, medicinal materials, and vegetables to feed the workers of the entire rolling mill for half a year.

Originally, he thought it would take until the 80s to deal with it, but with the small black room, he had more ideas.

After work this day, Xiong Guozheng, who was in charge of inspecting the workers at the door, stopped him: "Brother Zhiguo, what you asked me to inquire about has some clues."

"Oh?"

Cheng Zhiguo showed joy, "Brother, can you find a place to eat?"

"it is good."

There are so many people here that it is really inconvenient to talk. Xiong Guozheng handed over the work of guarding to other people, followed Cheng Zhiguo to a restaurant near the factory, found a quiet corner, and ordered two or three dishes.

"There is an alley called Baguili, does my brother know?"

"I have heard, I heard that there were many Eight Banners disciples living there."

Xiong Guozheng nodded: "However, the real origin of this name can be traced back to the Zhengde period of the Ming Dynasty. In the Ming Dynasty, Baguili was rich in a kind of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, which was famous far and wide."

Cheng Zhiguo's eyes lit up: "Brother, have you found the successor of the sweet-scented osmanthus wine?"

"Sometimes I really want to pry open my brother's head to see what's inside." Xiong Guozheng said with a smile, "That's right, there is a man named Lao Guitou in the alley. His ancestors made sweet-scented osmanthus wine. He was running a tavern and entered a winery after the founding of the People’s Republic of China.”

"That's a good relationship. I'll go back and visit."

Xiong Guozheng looked left and right, saw no one, and then said with a serious face: "My brother wants to order wine from him? In fact, if you want to drink, I also have connections. The price is not expensive, so there is no need to take such a risk."

Natural disasters in many places in the past few years have caused people to live in dire straits and countless victims. In recent years, the control of food has become more severe.

Winemaking, an industry that consumes a lot of food, naturally bears the brunt.

The current winery is basically in a state of doing nothing.

Xiong Guozheng thought that Cheng Zhiguo was greedy and wanted to buy wine in this way, so he said this.

Cheng Zhiguo said with a smile: "My brother misunderstood, I don't want to buy wine, but to learn how to make wine."

Mainly just learn how to make puree.

"Learning to make wine?" Xiong Guozheng heaved a sigh of relief. This is not against the law, but these days, what is the difference between learning to make wine and learning to slay dragons? He asked suspiciously, "What's the use of learning this?"

Even brewing alcohol privately is against the policy.

"Multiple crafts and multiple paths." Cheng Zhiguo didn't say anything.

Xiong Guozheng saw that he didn't talk, and it was not easy to ask, so he nodded and said: "Okay, if there is anything else in the future, brother, just talk to brother, I have been a security guard for so many years, I still have many connections."

"Then thank you in advance, brother."

……

Cheng Zhiguo was not in a hurry to go to Old Guitou's side. Learning how to make wine doesn't happen overnight, and there's no point in rushing.

And after a week in the hospital, on the day of Xiaonian, Guangming was discharged from the hospital.

Cheng Zhiguo specially took half a day off to pick him up.

"The patient is recovering well, but he can't see strong light in the past few days, and he can't look at objects of the same color for a long time. It's best to keep him for another week." The doctor instructed.

"Okay, thank you doctor."

After leaving the hospital and returning home, Guangming said expectantly: "Sister, can you take off the bandage, I'll take a look at our house."

Zheng Juan showed hesitation and looked at Cheng Zhiguo.

Cheng Zhiguo smiled and said, "Guangming, didn't you listen to the doctor's orders? You still have to raise it for a few days. There is snow outside, which hurts your eyes."

Guangming was still willing to listen to his words. Although he was a little disappointed, he still nodded and said, "Okay."

Cheng Zhiguo blinked at Zheng Juan, and Zheng Juan covered her mouth and laughed.

Guangming's situation at home has stabilized, and the factory's management team has also begun to formally form.

On the 25th of the twelfth lunar month, only one day before the holiday, the team members received the notice and reported to Cheng Zhiguo's workshop.

A total of seven people, three second-level, four first-level.

After introducing their names, Cheng Zhiguo led them to a new work area.

Many tasks in the factory are assigned by group. On the one hand, it is convenient for management and can improve efficiency. On the other hand, when problems arise, the person in charge can be found.

However, the management of the group is not strict. Most of the time they gather together to work, but they can change places at any time when there is something to do. For example, if Yi Zhonghai wants to teach something, Qin Huairu can steal half a day of laziness...

This phenomenon is a product of the times, and Cheng Zhiguo has no intention of correcting it, as long as the work is almost done.

When they got to the working area, Cheng Zhiguo explained the parts they were going to assemble, and then left to do his own work.

Yu Haitang came to Qin Huairu's side and whispered, "Sister Qin, Brother Zhiguo is very handsome, and he is very generous. Why didn't you marry him back then?"