msmithbooks Chapter 2713: It's not necessary for her, but she is the most suitable and needed
Chapter 2713: It's not necessary for her, but she is the most suitable and needed
"Xiao Jiang, Qingshan Hall is a place for women who cannot find jobs near home or have to work far away and have to leave their children at home as left-behind children to accompany their children.
It is also a place for women who have experienced major changes in their families, whose husbands have passed away, or who have suffered domestic violence to get back on their feet.
It is also a place where those lonely and helpless elderly people can find a place to rely on.
Our jobs should be reserved for those who need them most.
The job in the kitchen is not something that only a big flower lady can do.
But Dahua Niang is the one who needs it the most and will also work the hardest.
She doesn't have so many twists and turns in her mind, nor does she regard this place as a stepping stone or a place to accumulate experience.
She regarded this place as her lifelong residence.
You said she doesn't know how to use a computer, but what you don't know is that during the time that Dahua Niang has been here, she has practiced calligraphy every night and has already learned how to use documents and spreadsheets."
Wen Rao more or less saw through Xiao Jiang's thoughts.
Think of this as a life buoy for those who have just graduated and have no experience or connections.
After accumulating a certain amount of wealth and experience, he went to a place more suitable for development through his father's connections.
It's understandable that young people have ideas, but this job is really not suitable for him.
Xiao Jiang finally gave up and was about to leave when he saw Dahua Niang not even taking a rest. She picked up the load and started working. The others also dispersed.
Xiao Jiang asked Shu Zhi puzzledly.
"Sister Shu Zhi, isn't there a cart in the kitchen? Why are you carrying such a heavy load?"
Xiao Jiang didn't understand and thought that Dahua's mother was a bit stupid.
Shu Zhi pointed to the nearby steps.
“The area near the kitchen is being repaired, and some of the ramps are not ready yet, so carts will get stuck.
Dahua Niang is used to carrying loads on her shoulders and she is stronger than any man.
We told her many times to let the men in the kitchen do it, but she insisted on joining us.”
After Shu Zhi finished speaking, Wen Rao pointed to another load and motioned Xiao Jiang to try to pick it up.
Xiao Jiang walked over, but didn't stand up the first time.
The second time, he managed to lift the load shakily, but he could not move a step.
But Dahua Niang was carrying a load and walking briskly.
"Xiao Jiang, leave it alone, I'll do it myself."
Dahua Niang took over the burden from Xiao Jiang and was so busy that she didn't even have time to rest.
She didn't care about what happened just now. While Xiao Jiang was still emo and depressed, Dahua Niang was already busy.
Xiao Jiang suddenly remembered that when he was a child, his mother couldn’t find a job and worked as a porter for a while.
When walking around the streets with those male porters, I was often excluded and despised.
Later, my father entered Qingshanguan, and life at home became better and my mother no longer had to work as a laborer.
But during those years, my mother's back was obviously bent.
Xiao Jiang suddenly thought of something and turned around and ran home.
Shu Zhi looked at his back with some concern.
"Mrs. Zhan, do you think he can figure it out?
Will you get stuck in a dead end? "
Wen Rao shook her head. "I believe in his understanding. He will figure it out soon."
……
After returning home, Xiao Jiang went straight to his parents' bedroom.
"Dad, where's my mother!"
Lao Jiang has long been accustomed to his son calling "Mom" first when he comes home. Even if he calls him, he will ask him: Dad, where is my mom?
"Your mom went shopping. She will make your favorite braised shrimp and sweet and sour pork ribs tonight."
"Dad, I have a question, I can actually ask you.
When my mother was working as a porter, how many pounds did the heaviest load she carried weigh?"
Little Jiang looked at Old Jiang seriously.
But this question left Lao Jiang a little confused.
"Why do you ask this in the middle of the night?"
Lao Jiang wanted to check his son’s forehead to see if he had a fever.