After Transmigrating into a Cannon Fodder Character in the 1980s, I Trash Them All

"Zhu Lin, what are you looking at?" she asked suddenly looking up.

"I saw your wound, don't cover it with your hands, be careful of infection..."

So far, Su Hanyan can confirm it completely. Indeed, her hands have healing properties, reducing pain, and the blue light emanating from her palms is only visible to her.

Is this a golden finger?

It's just... At present, it seems that this golden finger is not very helpful to her. Maybe... it can be used in the future, I don't know.

"Yeah. I'm going to bandage it, and I'll leave it to you here." Su Hanyan smiled sweetly, got up and went to the factory infirmary downstairs to bandage.

...

Three days later, Su Dajiang had completely passed the dangerous period and entered a state of recovery.

There were other people accompanying her, so Su Hanyan came back to work with confidence. She went to Section Chief Niu Hongxia to report on the vacation, and then went back to the office.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw Jiang Kuo and Lin Qingyu gathered together, discussing things around the stove. The fire was booming, and a few sweet potatoes were roasting on the stove ring. The sweet potatoes were about to ripen, exuding a sweet fragrance.

"Oh, Han Yan is back?" Lin Qingyu greeted her proactively, "Come on, we are discussing the program list!"

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"No, this is not a discussion." Lin Qingyu picked up a piece of sweet potato from the stove and handed it to her, "Try it, it's delicious."

Lin Qingyu is a person who is usually yin and yang, so her attitude is not very good.

I am suddenly so enthusiastic today, and I don’t know what medicine I took wrong.

Su Hanyan waved his hand: "I have a lot of stomach acid, and eating sweet potatoes burns my heart."

"Then there's no other way." Lin Qingyu shoved the program list into her hand, "Come and see, according to our calculations, if there are about 40 programs for the New Year's Day party! All the workshops are very enthusiastic, and many programs have been reported, but this one has surpassed them. Jiang Kuo and I are discussing how to cross out a few programs!"

Su Hanyan glanced at it roughly and said, "It's quite a lot. Have you discussed the results?"

"We are hesitating, should we remove the trade union's program? Or should we remove the program in the workshop?" Lin Qingyu asked.

Su Hanyan glanced at the program list. There were three programs in the labor union. One of the three programs was a chorus and two were solo. Among the two soloists, one is a song with accordion accompaniment, and the other is a solo solo.

These two shows are obviously a bit repetitive.

It's enough to keep one of the two programs. It's better to keep the dance program in the worker's workshop.

"Then get rid of this." Su Hanyan explained her reasons, and then asked, "What do you think?"

"Listen to you." Lin Qingyu decisively crossed out the program, got up and said, "I'll go and send the program list to the factory leaders to have a look. After it's finalized, I can notify each workshop to practice."

"I'll go with you." Jiang Kuo immediately got up and followed Lin Qingyu out. When he reached the door, he said to Su Hanyan, "It's time to change the blackboard today, it's your turn, don't forget!"

It's freezing cold outside, and it's a shame to publish a blackboard report. But, this is her job, and she has to do it.

After she had probably planned the content, she began to draw on the layout and write some content to promote safe production and pay close attention to production quality.

It was half the morning, and her legs were sore. Just when she was about to rest, she saw Josasa, the female labor union officer, coming towards her aggressively.

"Su Hanyan, what do you mean!"