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Seeing the villagers sitting in rows in the newly built sorting field, warming themselves by the fire and waiting for training, Liu Yan glared at Li Manjun angrily.

Li Manjun, please don’t go too far by asking people to go to work as soon as they land!

Li Manjun held her newly added military coat and cotton-padded clothes, smiled sadly, and asked her sisters.

What else can Liu Yan do? He could only roll up his sleeves and go to the garbage pile that Wang Dasheng had prepared long ago to start sorting training.

The whole afternoon was spent in training, and the villagers learned well. After all, garbage classification is not complicated. The main thing is that practice makes perfect.

Compared with sorting, Li Manjun came forward personally and gave step-by-step safety precautions that the villagers were not able to adapt to.

"It's winter now, and the garbage placed in front of us is all dry garbage. You may not be able to smell the stench, but in the future we will face daily garbage piles as high as mountains. Among these garbage, There will be various harmful substances such as waste materials and waste water.”

The more Li Manjun spoke in detail, the uglier the villagers' faces became.

Finally, someone couldn't help but ask: "Then we live in this environment day and night, isn't it fatal?"

Li Manjun nodded and replied seriously: "You are right. If there is no protection, or if everyone is not aware of the protection, it will be life-threatening."

The villagers were still smiling on the first day of training. They thought the job of sorting garbage was not difficult and they could work at home. They were very much looking forward to officially entering the sorting field.

But now when they heard it was fatal, everyone panicked.

"Who can do this, such a terrible job?" Another villager questioned and wanted to give up.

Li Manjun looked calm. It was okay to be afraid. She was afraid that they didn't know what fear was.

Waving to everyone to follow him, Li Manjun led everyone to the locker room, which was equipped with a water heater and divided into separate areas to facilitate full-body washing.

And she also prepared special work clothes, as well as special masks, gloves and other items.

"This is sorting equipment. Every worker must wear it neatly as required. Because there are many types of garbage, it will be sorted by area later. The wages will be divided into three levels according to the difficulty of sorting."

"General sorters, senior sorters, sorting specialists, etc."

After that, the sorting employees will be divided into groups, and the basic salary will be determined based on the total sorting volume of the group. She will hang up the watch when the work officially starts so that everyone can check it at all times.

The villagers walked into the locker room to check out the equipment. There were some things they had never seen before. Manager Li said they were professional-grade gas masks that could ensure their safety and avoid inhaling harmful gases.

There are many large garbage recycling stations in Dongshi. Because they are close to the sea, they recycle not only the daily waste paper, iron and plastic, but also various seafood.

Among them, scallop shells are the most popular because of the huge market demand and extremely high profits.

However, laymen who don’t pay attention to these will naturally not know that most of the oysters and scallops they eat at barbecue stalls are processed from recycled scallop shells.

However, labor costs are the cheapest in the entire recycling process. Those recyclers do not care about the surrounding environmental pollution and do not remind their sorting employees to take protective measures.

Therefore, workers have been living in a polluted environment for a long time and basically suffer from chronic occupational diseases that cannot be cured.

Li Manjun saw the chaotic and dirty working environment with his own eyes, and recorded this as a key note in his notebook before returning to Rongcheng.

Even though most of the equipment in the locker room is now imported, which raises the cost a lot, it is worth it as long as it can calm people's conscience.

The villagers suddenly stopped panicking and turned around to ask Li Manjun how much his salary was.

After learning that the basic salary was no less than working in a large factory, and that there would be different levels of monthly welfare subsidies, no one wanted to leave.

After all, it’s the charm of money.

At the end of the two-day training, Li Manjun prepared a simple test with a 100% pass rate. All 29 villagers passed the standard and entered the factory.

Li Manjun introduced Liu Yan carefully and asked her to be the director of the sorting field. Wang Dasheng was the deputy director, Long Hao was the business manager, and Li Wei was the financial manager.

Several people looked at each other, excited and a little nervous, wondering if they could do it.

Before New Year's Day, various equipment came into the factory. In order to understand these machines, Liu Yan stayed in the factory for two days and two nights. Until she understood how to use all the equipment, she felt at ease and waited for the cargo ship at the dock to enter the port.

Long Hao was responsible for this aspect. The preliminary work was completed, but Li Manjun did not go there in person.

Because she has a cold.

Li Manjun had never been so groggy before. He was fine the night before, but he fell asleep and couldn't get up.

My head was dizzy, my body felt like it had been beaten, and the soreness was unbearable.

Zhao Yong was the first to notice that something was wrong with her. He stretched out his hand and touched her. The hot body temperature almost scared him to death.

This temperature is almost forty degrees.

Looking at the person lying on the bed, his cheeks were red, his brows were furrowed, and he groaned in discomfort.

"Manjun!" Zhao Yong called her, and Li Manjun heard it. She called back, but her voice was too low to be heard.

When Zhao Yong saw that this was not possible, he immediately got up and went to the bathroom. He twisted a cold handkerchief and put it on Li Manjun's forehead, then opened the closet to look for clothes.

He put it on first, then pulled Li Manjun up and quickly put on the thick cotton clothes, and helped her out to the hospital.

Sister Zhou was still preparing breakfast for a family of three in the kitchen. She heard a movement and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Yong supported Li Manjun with one hand and said while putting on her shoes: "Manjun has a high fever. I will take her to the hospital. You can keep an eye on her every year."

After putting on her shoes, seeing Li Manjun still moving her feet trying to change her shoes, Zhao Yong directly carried her on his back and said, "Stop changing, just wear slippers."

After carrying Li Manjun on her back and leaving the house, Sister Zhou heard the door being kicked shut with a bang.

After driving to the hospital, Li Manjun became more conscious after a rough ride on the road. She leaned weakly in her husband's arms and directed him to call the emergency number with her mouth.

Zhao Yong touched her forehead, but it was still hot. He was worried that she would wait here, so he supported her and went to register together.

After registration, consultation, and intravenous injection, Li Manjun fell into a drowsy sleep, sweated, and suddenly became cold.

"It's so cold. Husband, please ask the nurse for a quilt again." Li Manjun curled up into a ball and ordered weakly.

Zhao Yong was preparing warm water for her. Hearing this, he immediately put down what he was doing and ran out to find a nurse to ask for a quilt.

Two beds were brought in at once, one as a cover and one as a bed. Afraid of not having enough, I went downstairs to buy a hot water bottle and filled it with hot water for her to hold in her arms.

The pressure on her body was heavy, and Li Manjun felt better now.

I thought that the fever would be cured after I was given an injection in the hospital, but unexpectedly I started coughing again in the middle of the night and it turned into a severe cold. The doctor refused to let me go home and required me to take medicine for at least a week.