The General's Wife of the Buddhist Family

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Luo Jianjia had been immersed in his thoughts, paying no attention to when someone stood beside him until the person spoke.

"What are you thinking about?" Chu Wei asked coldly, "Lady."

Luo Jianjia looked at Chu Weileng who was close at hand, paused for a moment, and said, "It's nothing."

Hearing this answer, Chu Weileng was a little disappointed.

His wife, always distanced him.

Since he went home last year, he found that she was different from before.

At that time, the disgust in her eyes was clearly revealed in her speech and behavior.

He doesn't seem to dislike him much now, but he is still indifferent to him.

I don’t know what went wrong.

What should he do to make the lady change her attitude.

Even though the thoughts in his heart were mixed, Chu Wei never showed half of it on his cold face. He glanced at her and said faintly: "Oh."

After that, he put away his thoughts and joined the team of making bamboo sticks.

Since Chu Wei Leng came, Luo Jianjia and Zhao went home to cook.

Just finished the meal, Chu Wei Leng and Boss Chu also returned.

During the meal, Chu Weilen asked a question: "Will the bamboo sticks be made too slow? Should I hire more people to do it?"

Luo Jianjia didn't expect Chu Weilian to discover the problem so quickly, and looked up at him.

"It's not very slow, right? Your father and Uncle Yuan can make two or three hundred roots a day. Aunt Li and you are responsible for polishing. It's very fast. Now I have almost a thousand roots." Zhao said.

Chu Wei said coldly: "On that day, four or five of us used more than 100 bamboo sticks. Brother Wang used forty or fifty sticks alone. If it is an ordinary person, it is about ten sticks. If we can have 30 sticks a day. There are three hundred people, and when the store opens, everyone has to do other things. It is impossible to do so many in a day, it is too late."

Boss Chu and Zhao looked at each other, but they didn't speak for a while.

Chu Wei coldly glanced at Luo Jianjia and said, "Also, the lady's craftsmanship is so good, I am afraid that there will be more than 300 roots a day."

Chu Wei thought coldly, he thought about it, Luo Jianjia couldn't possibly have thought of it.

Boss Chu and Zhao didn't think so much before. At this moment, after their son reminded them, they suddenly realized that they were too slow to do so.

But they have spent a lot of time to do it, and they can't go anywhere anytime soon.

"In this way, you still have to hire a few more talents." Zhao said.

Both Chu Weiling and Boss Chu nodded.

At this time, just listen to Luo Jianjia said: "Perhaps, we can make a machine instead of people to make bamboo sticks, so there is no need to hire more people."

"machine?"

Hearing this unfamiliar word, the three of you all looked at Luo Jianjia.

Luo Jianjia pursed her lips and explained: "I mean, make something, such as a loom, to make bamboo sticks."

They have seen the loom, it is very complicated, it is a weird thing, it is very magical.

Moreover, they have grown up so old that they have never seen a few such things. They are just making bamboo sticks, can they also be machines?