Transmigrated as the Original Wife in the 1950s [MTL]

17-18

Chapter 17:

The more Yao Xuewei said, the more she even Zhang Xiaozhu's ears were ribbed. Those knowledge points, not to mention his apprentices, he had never heard of them.

"How do you know these things?" Zhang Xiaozhu asked curiously.

Yao Xuewei said naturally, "Of course, I learned from the teacher."

"I didn't expect it. You are hidden." Zhang Xiaozhu looked at Yao Xuewei in surprise, hooked her with intellectuals in his heart, and asked, "Can other machines be used?" Tell me something else..."

Yao Xuewei was not afraid of other old-fashioned machines in the factory. She took Zhang Xiaozhu and several of his apprentices to tell those machines one by one.

Listening to Yao Xuewei's theorist appearance, Zhang Xiaozhu regarded Yao Xuewei as a student preconceivedly. Even if he is not a college student, he should be a middle school student, which is exactly the same as what he learned in practice.

Yao Xuewei guided like that on purpose. No matter where she learned her knowledge, anyway, it's enough to let people know that she has these skills.

Not many people know the experience of the first few years before her. She can make it up as she wants.

When she finished speaking, Yao Xuewei said modestly, "I mean, the ability to get started is average. I'll learn how to operate from you tomorrow..."

Yao Xuewei didn't lie, gun. Support, son. Of course, she knows the principle of making the bullet, but she has no chance to practice. She really can't compare with Zhang Xiaozhu.

Tonight's performance is just paving the way, and she will play well later.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Yao Xuewei asked someone to ask for an empty bullet case and take it home in her pocket.

Before dark, Zhao Duoduo and the children in the yard were still playing outside. After dark, they were called back by the adults in the yard, and now they are playing with mud in the corner.

"Duoduo washed his hands and went to the bathhouse later."

"Okay~" Zhao Duoduo cleverly agreed, piled up the mud bowls he made in the corner, and then ran to the faucet to wash his hands.

Recently, there have been more children in the factory, and Zhao Duoduo has been happier. Baba asked Yao Xuewei, "Mom, can I not go to kindergarten and play at home?"

"No, children are going to school." Yao Xuewei ruthlessly refused.

"Little Fat, they didn't go." Zhao Duoduo pouted and said.

Yao Xuewei said, "They don't go now, and they will go sooner or later. Even if they don't go to kindergarten, they will go to primary school."

Xiaopang is the child in their yard, with her grandmother, with a strong sense of speech and work. However, Zhao Duoduo was cleaned up exquisitely and cute by Yao Xuewei, and other children let her a little.

Even if the workers in the factory live an average life now, it is only one year at most. When the country of China has stabilized, everyone should have surplus money in their hands, and there is still the ability to send their children to study.

But now, they are still reluctant to pay for kindergarten schools that only teach children to eat and play. Unlike Yao Xuewei alone, there are no elderly people to help them take care of the children at home.

Although Zhao Duoduo temporarily dispelled the idea of not going to school, Zhao Duoduo had a nightmare when he went to bed. He took his little quilt and ran to knock on Yao Xuewei's door in the middle of the night.