Chapter 130 129. Taolu and the two leaders are arguing

In the evening, Zhang Guiqin prepared new toothbrushes and towels for the three children, and took them to take a bath and change...but she didn't change their clothes for the time being, because they were all naughty little boys, so they let them stay dirty all day.

I came here in a hurry today, so I have to wait for their family to pack up the clothes for changing. Qiangwa will bring them to me tomorrow.

After washing up, I arranged the room.

We cleared out one of the two guest rooms in the house, put three single beds in it, and used it as a dormitory.

After a tiring day, the three teenagers went to bed early.

Lying on the newly changed sheets, covered with a new quilt that had just been dried in the sun in the afternoon.

There were several mattresses underneath, which were very soft and comfortable.

They are also physically tired.

But I just can't sleep.

They all covered their heads with the quilts, took out their cell phones and secretly called home.

It was different from the yellow-haired Luo Hongzhi who kept silent, biting the corner of the quilt while listening to his parents scolding, and the purple-haired Luo Qingcai who kept showing off that he had eaten three big bowls of rice in the evening.

The clever red-haired Luo Shaoan squeezed out a few tears as soon as the phone was connected, and sobbed, "Mom, please save me, save me, I don't want to work here anymore..."

As the child on the other end of the phone started crying, Luo Shaoan's mother also started crying.

She is the one who cries a lot today.

"My child, what did they do to you? Are you tired?" She cried to the child and called her old man, "Old man, please talk to Zhiqiang. We will compensate him, no matter how much money it costs, and ask him to let our child come back."

Both sides of the phone cried together. Luo Shaoan's father's head was buzzing. He snatched the phone and turned on the speakerphone, "Mom, stop talking first and let the child talk."

"Baby, what did they do to you?"

"They made me work without a break all day long. I worked and worked." Luo Shaoan said while crying.

Luo Shaoan's mother was distressed and couldn't stop crying. She grabbed Luo Shaoan's father with both hands and said, "I'll go find Zhiqiang. Zhiqiang has the final say. I'll kowtow to him."

"Wait, wait. Ask again." Luo Shaoan's father was also distressed, but he still had some rationality. He pulled his wife back and asked the other end of the phone, "What did they ask you to do?"

"They made me carry bamboo down from the mountain, split it into pieces, and build cucumber racks."

Hearing the work being done.

Even Luo Shaoan's mother stopped crying. The old couple looked at each other and said, "This is all normal farm work. Every family does this."

Wait, let me ask you again, "How much bamboo did they ask you to carry?"

"There were quite a few. The three of us lifted four, and I dragged three by myself."

Luo Shaoan's parents counted on their fingers and found that there were only seven in total, and four of them had to be carried by three people.

They were both native to the area, and they both knew that there were no big bamboos in this area. At most, they were five or six inches thick and ten meters long.

It's simply incomparable to the big bamboos in the south that are eight or nine inches in diameter and twenty to thirty meters high.

When he was as old as Luo Shaoan, he could drag more than a dozen logs in the morning, and he did so from a distant mountain.

Ping'angou is on the mountain, so how far away can it be?

As for splitting bamboo strips and building scaffolding, in his eyes, it was not considered work at all.

"Did they give you food? Were you full?" Luo Shaoan's mother felt that the job was not tiring at all, and the child was crying like that, so it must be that he was not given any food.

"The meal was OK." Luo Shaoan thought of dinner, squeezing out tears and sobbing, unable to hold back his saliva. "For lunch, we had chicken wings, braised pork, and grilled fish. For dinner, we had scrambled eggs with cucumbers, fried river shrimp with leeks, grilled eggplant, cabbage soup, and the leftover braised pork and chicken wings from lunch."

Luo Shaoan's father was so angry, "Your child eats better than at home, and you still have the nerve to cry. Work hard for me starting tomorrow, and don't yell or call anymore."

After yelling, he hung up the phone.

"Get up, pack up all the bacon and sausages hanging on the beams, change into nice clothes, and come with me."

"Why go?"

"Let's go to Zhiqiang's house and thank him."
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Let’s talk about Luo Shaoan.

Looking at the hung up phone, I began to doubt my life. Why didn’t this trick work?

When reviewing the situation, he wanted to slap himself in the face. He must have said that he was infected by Caiwa while eating. He was so stupid. Why did he tell everything? It would have been better to say less and fool himself.

He didn't dare to fool around during the work, because there were two other people in the room. Luo Qingcai, that fool, must have told his family a long time ago, and Luo Hongzhi, an honest boy, certainly wouldn't dare to lie to his family.

The three families lived in the same village, so they got together to form a couple...

I can't protect him.

Alas, how did I know this pair of Crouching Dragon and Phoenix?

Feeling resentful and hateful in my heart, my tears started to flow from the corners of my mouth.

Luo Shaoan slowly fell asleep.

The next day it was just dawn.

The three of them were called up.

I put on my clothes in a daze, and lined up to brush my teeth and wash my face in a daze.

I sat down at the dining table in a daze.

I woke up all of a sudden.

Today's breakfast is rice porridge, served with shredded carrot pancakes sprinkled with pepper salt. It is so delicious.

Each of the three of them ate a large pile of food, and their stomachs were bulging.

However, the damn boss told them after they finished eating that the pancakes they made in the morning had to be accounted for, and if they worked in the morning and completed a job, they could pay off the debt for one pancake.

If you can’t pay it back, I’m sorry, you can only get steamed buns with cold water at noon.

He watched others eat.

After that, he gave each person a pair of scissors and asked them to go to the table to cut leeks.

After that, I continued to build the cucumber racks, then cleaned up the vegetable fields, and then broke up the leaves and stems, mixed them with feed, and carried them to the shrimp pond to feed the crayfish...

I was busy all morning and did all kinds of work.

They finally paid off the money they owed for the pancakes at the last minute. However, when they were eating buns at noon, the teenagers were tired and hungry, so they couldn't help but owe a bunch of buns stuffed with chives, which they had cut themselves in the morning.

Poor kid, he had to continue working in the afternoon to pay off his debts.

Because there is another meal in the evening.
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This went on for several days.

Watching the three teenagers being hooked by three meals a day, they fell deeper and deeper into their own routine.

Every day I go to bed when it gets dark, get up when it gets light, eat on time, and go to work after eating.

He worked more and more skillfully, and his originally thin arms and legs were now gaining weight.

Luo Yihang was deeply pleased.

And he admires his UFO skills.

If nothing unexpected happens, these three children will stay.

If nothing unexpected happens, after they get used to it after a while, their bad habits will reappear.

We need to prepare a bigger "carrot".

But before that, the contract renewal has to be finalized first.

Time flies.

The college entrance examination is over.

In accordance with the agreement, the Municipal Hospital distributed all of its vegetable supply to No. 3 Middle School during the days of the college entrance examination to support the students in the exam.

Then, on the day of the contract ending, the director of the logistics department of the municipal hospital called Luo Yihang, implying that the previously signed contract was a bit too cautious and it was about to expire.

Otherwise, let's find a time and have a chat. This time, we can sign a longer contract, with a larger supply volume and a lower price.

The focus is on our two families.

Unfortunately, this call came too late.

Vice Principal Fang called me on the first day of the college entrance examination.

It’s still a contract renewal, and the requirement is for a larger quantity.

The emphasis is also placed on “our two families”.

These two are cunning guys.

But Luo Yihang is now arrogant. He already has mushrooms and now he wants crayfish. He no longer cares about the money he makes from selling vegetables.

The big surprise two months ago seems to be nothing now.

However, he has no plans to raise prices, stop supplying or change customers.

The Li Dao Jing is really delicious.

Although Mushroom earns a lot of money, the Li Dao Jing BUFF that comes every day is just a little bit.

If you have no desires, you will be strong. Let's talk about everything first and make some concessions. There is no need.

Just like last time, let’s arrange everything on one day. I’ll lay out the conditions, and you two can go ahead and argue about it.

It’s still lively.

As expected.

Vice Principal Fang and Master Wang from No. 3 Middle School, the director of the hospital's logistics department, and Feng Yun, came to Luo Yihang's house again.

It's lively at home.

What is sarcasm, what is glaring, what is throwing away a broken jar, what is earnest advice, they are all played out one after another.

In the end, both sides chose to occupy the moral high ground.

"This is the vice-president, right? You are also an educator, so you should understand the principle of curing illnesses and saving lives."

"Let me tell you a set of numbers. According to statistics from our hospital, the discharge period for critically ill patients has been shortened by 7% during this period. Do you know what this means? Patients who originally had to stay in the hospital for 14 days can now be discharged in 13 days."

"Why is that? Because of scientific nutrition matching, because you get as much nutrition as possible under the condition of fixed intake. Note that I said as much as possible, you know what I mean!"

"Our hospital has 39 critical care beds, 14 days a year. If we count all patients as 1016 days of hospitalization, we can receive 7 patients. Now, the hospitalization period has been shortened by 1095%, so we can receive 78 patients a year, 78 more patients. That's lives, don't you understand?"

"These are just the critically ill patients. There are also rehabilitation centers, mother-and-child wards, and even after the supply increases, it will be extended to ordinary wards. How many people will benefit from this!"

"Your school is important, but are human lives important?"

His words were aggressive, his figure was tall and majestic, and his expression was intimidating without him being angry. At this moment, he was more like a hero than a hero.

His heart was - he was forced into a dilemma.

The director came with a mission. The dean gave a death order that the contract must be completed for me! If it works, I will recommend you for professional title evaluation. If it doesn’t work, you can figure it out yourself.

To put it bluntly, hospitals, especially large hospitals, want patients to be discharged as quickly as possible, because there are never enough wards and also because the patients who are admitted to the hospital spend the most money in the first few days, when examinations and surgeries account for the bulk of the expenses, while the postoperative recovery period costs relatively less.

The earlier a patient is discharged from the hospital, the earlier a bed is vacated, and the earlier the next patient can be arranged.

The hospital and the patients agree on this point. Who doesn't want to get better soon? Who wants to be hospitalized?

Without upgrading equipment or adding more doctors, the length of hospital stay was shortened by 7% just because of a change in food.

If he doesn't seize the huge profits, he is not worthy of being the dean.

Feng Yun was watching the director's performance from the side. He admired his leader very much. He was really good at linking things together. He righteously blurred the concepts of critically ill patients and HDU intensive care units. HDU is the ward out of the ICU, and critically ill patients are patients.

But the number of cures is not as shocking as the number of lives saved.

With such vagueness, eh, it makes sense to explain it as human life. The person has been in the ICU, so his life has been in danger.

Although he felt that critically ill patients coming out of the ICU had just walked through the gates of hell and suffered so much that they might just give up on their own.

The role of this dish is probably more to arouse the patient's desire for life and increase the courage to live.

However, he is from the clinical nutrition department, so he has to stand in the right position and not go astray. Therefore, the patient's recovery is the result of the professional teamwork of their nutrition department.

At this point, the director has made his ultimate move.

It depends on how the vice-president responds.

(End of this chapter)