"I said, Boss, you just smashed that plate three months ago, why is it your turn so soon?" asked the three aunts concerned.

Speaking of the table, Yan Jiecheng squeezed together with his younger brothers and sisters, and returned to the ranks of homework. He heard the voices of the three aunts, and he became a little impatient.

"Mom, don't you ask? I still have to write something?"

An old lady stretched her neck and glanced at the other side, "Boss, what are you writing about?"

Yan Jiecheng quickly pulled down a piece of paper covered on it, blocking the line he was writing, and turned around and glared at the three aunts.

"Okay, OK, OK, I won't watch."

The three aunts were a little dissatisfied. The child was getting older and had a secret, but soon her eyes lit up and she asked with a smile: "Boss, are you talking about a girlfriend?"

"No! Can you please stop reading? Otherwise, turn on the lights in the middle of the night to write!" Yan Jiecheng said in a muffled voice.

"After ten o'clock, you have to get money when turning on the light!" said the third uncle indifferently.

Yan Jiecheng curled his lips in anger and shouted in a deep voice: "Mom!"

"Okay! I can't read it anymore, right? I'm mysterious, I don't know a few words!" The three aunts walked away a few steps, but still glanced at them.

The third uncle said with some loss: "I thought Yi Chuanzong could learn from me, but I didn't expect that he would enter the steel rolling mill so quickly."

Then he turned around and asked, "Boss, you are in the same workshop as Yi Chuanzong. I'll ask you, how is he doing in the factory?"

Yan Jiecheng's mouth twitched. If it weren't for thinking that Yi Chuanzong had just come, Director Wang might have arranged a relatively relaxed job for him, he wouldn't have written a review letter now, and he would have to swing a big hammer for six days later!

"It's okay. He is quite adaptable in the factory. You don't know that he is so strong!"

The third uncle nodded and said, "Yes, eating so much in one meal will definitely make you strong, and it is not surprising that you work very well."

"Old man, aren't we losing money like this? You didn't eat anything good, and you even gave you ten kilograms of books later." The third aunt said hurriedly.

The third uncle sneered and said, "Lost? How could I lose? Lao Yi only went to a literacy class. How many words can he know? At most, he only knew the words on the workpiece."

"If you really want to learn some culture, you have to come here sooner or later? Don't worry, even if the boy Chuanzong doesn't come here himself, Lao Yi will definitely let him come here to learn. Look at how many young people are now ignorant?"

The third aunt nodded, feeling that the third aunt was right.

Yan Jiecheng is one year older than Yi Chuanzong, and at least he has a junior high school education. He spent a lot of effort to get a third-year apprentice in the steel rolling mill. This is already considered relatively excellent among those students.

If Yi Chuanzong had not helped the first uncle, he would not even be able to enter the third steel rolling mill.

He bit the pen hard, and Yan Jiecheng's eyes showed a little envy. What's the use of reading? Is it a review?

Having a good body is the capital. You can only finish the work that you have to work hard for a day. It takes more than ten minutes for the Yichuanzong to complete, and you still have the strength to do something else.

...

I always feel like I live a regular life very quickly. Yi Chuanzong has been in the factory for four days.

As expected, his name spread very quickly in the factory.

Most of them say that he eats a lot, some people who are jealous of the salary of a man directly say that they have a meal, a small number of them say that Yi Chuanzong is stronger, and more than a dozen workers in the same workshop praise him for his diligence in work.

Of course, the Yichuanzong didn't care about these sounds, and how to eat and drink.

For example, now, he wanted to challenge the steamed buns that were mixed in one breath, but he choked and could only pick up the water cup beside him and take a few gulps.

"Slow down! I won't compete with you!" The old man rolled his eyes.

Yi Chuanzong is still having dinner with an old man. When he came to the canteen with his colleagues, he said something was wrong. It has been four days since he changed the reason, because he was not from the same group of people at dinner!

"Uncle, you didn't snatch me, but the pickles my aunt pickled are so delicious that I can't help but want to have a good taste!" Yi Chuanzong swallowed it with difficulty before replying.

The old man just lowered his head and smiled and took the rice, "Don't tell me this, go home and tell your aunt."

Yi Chuanzong smiled embarrassedly, but he thought about it. Now the aunt seems to have reached a certain mysterious stage and awakened a certain strange state. She wants to nag a few words when she sees him.

"What work did you do today?" The old man asked casually when he saw that he didn't speak.

"I don't know the grinding done in the morning, but I don't know the afternoon work." Yi Chuanzong ate half of the steamed bun in one bite, and it's more suitable for him to eat half at a time. It's a bit of a problem to eat one at a time.

Yi Zhonghai nodded, "How are you doing?"

Yi Chuanzong raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's okay, something happened to me."

"Oh?" Yi Zhonghai was a little surprised. He was full of confidence in everything he did. "It's okay" was not a good review. He didn't make any mistakes for several days, so why did he get an accident here?

"What's going on? Are you grinding those workpieces too big? How many are they scrapped?"

Yi Chuanzong rolled his eyes and said, "Uncle, can you think of a good one? Although I am not a level 8 fitter, I can't be so careless in my work!"

Yi Zhonghai put down his chopsticks and smiled: "Okay, then tell me what accident happened."

Yi Chuanzong said carelessly: "It's nothing, it's just that I find myself a little obsessive-compulsive. I didn't grind the workpieces for him, but only half of them. I felt very disgusted. The pieces that were not ground were all qualified products, and there was no need to perform secondary grinding."

"Boy, I'm putting it on with me! Do you want me to measure the accuracy for you?" Yi Zhonghai said angrily.

Yi Chuanzong also put down the chopsticks in his hand, "Uncle, you don't believe me. There is absolutely no problem with the accuracy of my fine grinding workpieces. This is a public task. You can't joke about the work!"

"hehe!"

Yi Zhonghai smiled happily and asked, "How about the dish at noon today? Do you want to add another one?"

Yi Chuanzong smiled embarrassedly and said, "No, no, the pickles prepared by the aunt are enough. Besides, even if you want to add them, are the meal tickets you brought today at noon? If you are not full, I actually have some tickets here."

After Yi Chuanzong finished speaking, he quickly leaned back towards the back, and in front of him, a pair of chopsticks fell from the sky and hit the plate, making a crisp sound.

Crushing at his uncle, Yi Chuanzong smiled and said, "Uncle, eat, eat, I'm not full yet!"

Yi Zhonghai didn't beat him again and didn't beat him again. Seeing Yi Chuanzong burying his head and eating there, he couldn't help laughing.

Indeed, even if he wanted to buy it, he had no money or tickets in his pocket. Now the financial power in his family is completely under the control of an aunt!

"I'll bring more tomorrow, so we'll eat less."

Yi Chuanzong rolled his eyes and said mercilessly: "Come on, you. The smell of smoke on your body has faded in the past two days, and you won't drink alcohol at night. Just your little treasury, just an aunt with her eyes closed and pretended not to see it. Isn't it the same as if she was touching your life?"

"I will go to the assessment early next month. By then, all your tobacco and alcohol will be back, you will smoke and drink again~ you will live to ninety-nine! It's the same salary as yours!"

At the end, Yi Chuanzong started singing, and he was still holding a chopstick in his hand and shaking it.

"Stop yelling! Finish your meal quickly and go to work early! You can't even block your mouth when you eat!"

Yi Zhonghai smiled with relief. The child observed it very carefully and could see their efforts, but when he said this, he couldn't help but scolded him.
Chapter completed!