Author: Heihu Villager

In early winter, 1958.

Luoguxiang, south of Sijiucheng.

In the evening, Yan Jiecheng walked in a hurry and entered a courtyard.

I saw him enter the gate, bypass the screen wall, and enter the wing room on the left.

"mom"

Yan Jiecheng shouted to the woman who was cooking in the room, then took out his hands from his sleeve and leaned against the coal stove and warmed up his hands.

Yan's mother was only in her thirties, with short hair cut. She wore a short gray cotton coat on her upper body, a pair of wide trousers of the same cloth color on the bottom, and several patches of different shapes.

"Boss, I'm off work. Is today the last day?" Yan asked casually without raising his head.

Without waiting for Yan Jiecheng to answer, he said again: "Have you paid for the wages? Remember the living expenses at home."

Yan Jiecheng said angrily: "You two are really good at calculating, and your own son needs living expenses."

"Can you not be able to figure it out if you raise these few of you? You have started to make money by yourself, and you still don't give your family living expenses."

Yan Jiecheng argued: "I'm doing odd jobs. The railways over there have been completely demolished. The streets will not need anyone in the future. If you really want living expenses, your father and I will find me a serious job. I promise to pay ten yuan a month."

"It's so beautiful that you can leave five yuan a month for you, and you'll be given ten yuan."

The mother and son teased for a few words, and Yan Jiecheng went to the side room to a downward room.

The house is not big, about ten square meters, with a high and low bed inside, and some debris, which looks very cramped.

Yan Jiecheng took out a wooden box under the bed, took out the money inside, put it together with the one in his pocket, and counted it.

"93 yuan, 40 cents, three months, this year is not a shortage." Yan Jiecheng muttered to himself, while remembering what happened to him in the past three months.

I was a track engineer in my later generations who was exhausted during a rescue operation. After waking up, I arrived here, Sijiu City in 1958.

The key is not the serious history and time, but the world of the film and television drama "Love-full Siheyuan". He became the person in the play, the boss of the third uncle's family - Yan Jiecheng.

Yan Jiecheng graduated from junior high school this year and did not get into high school, let alone technical secondary school, and he did not have a serious job, so he had to do odd jobs.

Fortunately, during this period, the Railway Bureau demolished the ring railway and recruited a large number of workers, so it took three months to work stably. Because the construction period was very tight, the wages were generous, and thirty yuan was spent on work for 26 days a month.

But even though the salary is higher than Yanbu, I will give you two meals.

But it is really a cool laborer to demolish the old railway. There is no mechanical operation these days, and it is all manpower. Picking the stools, resisting the sleepers, and lifting the rails will not only be exhausted, but also killing you if you are not careful.

In the last life, Yan Jiecheng, as a railway engineering professional, went to the construction site and did maintenance. He had not suffered more than three months for more than ten years.

In life without construction machinery, working is a real sensation!

Fortunately, I have earned nearly 100 yuan in huge sums.

In the evening, the family gathered around the table to have dinner.

The corn was covered with pickles. Yan Jie thought it was quite delicious at first. After the novelty, there was protest from his stomach. Now when he saw the corn, the steamed buns on Erhe noodles felt nauseous.

Other people's second-knead noodles are mixed with corn flour and wheat flour. Their house is mixed with corn flour, sorghum or bean flour, and the ground is not fine, which really makes you feel the throat.

Yes~ Yes~ Yan Bugui sucked the corn and asked Yan Jiecheng: "Boss, your job is over? What a pity, there is no Erhe noodles and steamed buns to eat. Go to the street tomorrow to ask if there are any other work."

He is worthy of being the third uncle, and he is still thinking about the steamed buns on Yan Jiecheng's construction site.

"It's not interesting to do odd jobs, why don't you find me a job?" Yan Jiecheng took the initiative to say humanely.

I just saw Yan Bugui’s expression, and obviously I wanted to talk about living expenses.

"This, this, there are so many people in the family who want to eat, so how can you still have money to find a job? You can start paying your living expenses to your family this month. Ten yuan a month can't be missed." The third uncle was not vague and would never let go of things that could be calculated.

Yan Jiecheng said angrily: "Dad, you are too calculating. Ten dollars are enough for two people to eat for a month, so it's better to have two dough buns every meal." Then he pointed to the corn in the bowl and said: "You only cost three dollars to the best of you."

"How did your child talk to your father? What's wrong with corn? If your father and I hadn't planned to have your corn?" The three aunts pointed to the backyard and said, "You were born in 42 years, and then you would have a price per day. If you don't think about it, you can live without calculating? The four brothers and your father were all tangled. Look at how many people in this yard were... Alas..."

The three aunts sighed and didn't speak.

The third uncle continued, "Those years are in chaos. In the chaotic times, you sell your sons and daughters, and he changes his sons and eats them. So, what's wrong with me? What's the calculation for living?"

After hearing this, Yan Jiecheng also understood the third uncle. Although his life is much better now, his calculating personality cannot be changed.

Listening to the true and false words of the third uncle, Yan Jiecheng finally compromised with the third uncle and paid ten yuan a month for living expenses. Of course, the premise is that after finding a job.

No words all night.

Early the next morning, Yan Xiecheng wrapped his cotton coat and headed towards the street office.

After a while, I arrived at the 6th courtyard of the street office. At first glance, it was a two-in yard, and the staff went in and out, which seemed very busy.

There were also some office workers pushing bicycles, which made Yan Jiecheng very envious.

He stomped his feet and took advantage of Director Wang's free time and quickly walked up to him.

"Director, it's so early." Yan Jiecheng quickly greeted him.

Director Wang saw him and said with a smile: "It's your kid. Is there anything wrong with Aunt Wang this morning?"

"I haven't found a job since I graduated from junior high school and have been doing odd jobs. I haven't had any odd jobs recently. Come to the street to see if you have any jobs here." Yan Jiecheng quickly explained his purpose.

Director Wang took out a notebook from the drawer, opened it and looked carefully for a while. He closed the notebook and said, "How many of them are there on my side."

He paused and then said, "One is a cotton mill who recruits apprentices, and another is a third steel rolling mill. They recruit electricians and line workers. Electricians need electrician certificates."

When Yan Jiecheng heard this, he felt happy.

Electricians, linemen, he can do it!

You should know that although he was an engineer in later generations, he started out as a line worker.

From intermediate workers to senior workers to technicians, they all took the exam all the way. Later, they were responsible for the training and level tests of line workers. So the work of line workers was to hold hands.

Electricians are not bad either.

Not to mention that I have studied courses such as construction electricity, I have also obtained high and low voltage electrician senior certificates for subsidies.

For this era when it is about the illiteracy per capita, it is probably very appropriate to be an electrician.

After a few thoughts flashed through his mind, Yan Jiecheng said to Director Wang: "Aunt Wang, will there be an electrician exam this year?"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!