Leisurely days are a bit of a drain on one's will.
Two wives and a young lover make people not want to go to work.
Yi Chuanzong stretched, and all the bones in his body crackled.
My body can't feel energetic anymore, so I really need to move a little bit.
"Master Yi, happy New Year."
"Master Li, wish you a happy Chinese New Year."
"You're so early."
"Being idle at home is also idle. I have long wanted to go to work."
"As expected of Master Yi, he is diligent. My relatives here haven't left yet."
"If you are poor and don't go out to see your relatives, we old men will already have money if you start working, and your wife and children can just go out for a walk."
"Haha, that's the truth."
After saying hello, Yi Chuanzong continued to walk lazily forward, simply saying New Year's greetings to people he met along the way.
All the way to the workshop, the workers in the factory looked like they didn’t want to go to work after the holiday.
Not long after, Liu Yuan and the other two came to work one after another.
His apprentice has not changed much, he looks almost the same as when he was on vacation. He just wants to be energetic when he comes to pay him New Year greetings.
"Master, you came so early."
Gong Zhoujie spoke feebly. This man had two dark circles under his eyes.
"Master, morning."
"Master, morning."
Liu Yuan and Shi Hang were also a little depressed.
Yi Chuanzong smiled and nodded. Seeing the appearance of the three of them, he felt relieved. After all, they looked like they were staying up late to do their winter vacation homework. He was well versed in this matter!
I came so early this time because I was afraid that they would copy their homework. So far, it seems that the three of them are very responsible to themselves and there is no plagiarism.
"It's early for you. Before the workshop director comes, don't be idle and come up with the homework I assigned you."
The corner of Gong Zhoujie's mouth twitched. They were already in their twenties, and they still had to do homework. Thinking about it made me go numb, that is, his master could do such a thing.
The three of them opened their collars with some embarrassment, and then took out a stack of white papers. The tops of these white papers were pierced with wires. They were previously hung on the edge of the cloth bag inside.
Presenting three thick homework books, Shi Hang's eyes were a little dazed. What he brought away with him at first was a piece of paper, but now he brought back thirty pieces of paper, each of which was their hard work.
They originally thought that they could finish a day's homework in five or six hours, but when they actually finished it, they discovered that they were no longer as comfortable as they used to do homework.
Basically, I start working on it after breakfast at dawn, and I don’t finish it until three or four o’clock in the afternoon.
Especially when I forgot the place for some operations, I was stuck for a long time and couldn't move my pen.
The holiday started on January 14th. Today is February 1st. There are a total of seventeen days of holiday. Fifteen of them have homework. In other words, only the New Year's Eve and New Year's Day can relax.
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They can still be reconciled about what happened before the new year, but visiting relatives after the new year is something they have decided to do.
Even if I was prepared and completed some more questions, in the last two days, I couldn't finish it, so I had to stay up all night to work on it.
I hurriedly hurriedly and slowly, and finally completed it on the last night.
Looking at the three neat assignments in front of him, Yi Chuanzong nodded with satisfaction. He didn't have enough talent, so he worked hard to get it together.
Although it may not be a big deal in the end, it can still make some progress.
If the salary is higher, the life will be more relaxed. Doing homework can guarantee a salary increase. The three of them are just laughing secretly. How could they not finish it well?
"Yes, I can tell by your looks that you must have completed it seriously. In this case, I will take a look at Zhou Jie first."
Yi Chuanzong reached out and took a stack of white paper in his hand. He casually dug it out on his chest, and with a thought, he took out a pen from his pocket.
Gong Zhoujie and the others' eyes lit up slightly when they saw this. Such skillful movements showed that they often used a pen to calculate or record. It is not unusual for a diligent person like the master to possess such skills.
They are very enthusiastic and should be pious about technology!
Yi Chuanzong didn't think so much at all. He was slow in doing homework but very fast in checking homework.
His butt was leaning against the console, and the pencil in his hand was waving rapidly. Sometimes he suddenly stopped writing, drawing, and making comments on the paper, and sometimes it spun into the wind, and the whole pencil danced on the tip of his nose, like a flying elf.
Such movements made the three people's eyelids twitch. The master is the master, and only with such light and dexterous fingers can he create more precise workpieces.
If they hadn't seen him swing a hammer, who would have thought that his dexterous hands were so powerful?
Soon, Yi Chuanzong finished the homework. He was very familiar with the assignments, steps, processes, and problem solving that he had assigned. It was easier to review than helping an unfamiliar first-grade child do addition and subtraction, and it saved a lot of money.
"Well, Zhou Jie's work is quite good. Five mistakes are not considered mistakes. I have marked them for you. You can take a good look at them. Finally, your words are too ugly. Compared with me, who has never studied.
People are much different. You need to have a steady hand when writing. It won't be difficult for you."
Gong Zhoujie opened his mouth and was defeated by Yi Chuanzong's shamelessness.
Before the holiday, the three of them were still muttering that the master's handwriting was so ugly that it was difficult to recognize it unless they were careful.
How can this person have the nerve to say that his writing is beautiful now?
Gong Zhoujie didn't say anything and silently took the homework in front of him.
To be serious with the master is because my life is too comfortable, and the three of them are still waiting for the technical test.
Looking at the annotation angrily, Gong Zhoujie's eyes suddenly widened, and he couldn't help shouting: "Is this... a joke?"
Shi Hang felt strange and turned around to look over. With just a glance, he saw the pencil writing that was different from the scrawled pen writing.
On the dark yellow paper, the traces of black charcoal are parallel and clear, giving people a neat and clean feeling. The changes between the thickness of the charcoal strips are very vivid with flesh and bone. The overall look is strong and upright, and the fineness is very vivid.
Every stroke feels soft and smooth when you look at it, and it can be said to be a combination of hardness and softness.
Is this what the master wrote?
Are you kidding me?
Shi Hang stared blankly at the first piece of his homework. It was hard to identify the maggots crawling around, and the teeth and claws were splayed out, and there was no sense of beauty.
These are the words written by his master!
Nowadays, the shapes of each one are elegant, as if they were copied. How could the printed words be those of the master?
Yi Chuanzong calmly helped the three of them finish their homework quickly. Seeing the silence of the three of them, he almost knew what was going on.
"What's going on with you three? Why are you looking like this?"
"Master, you actually wrote it like this on purpose, right? You just wanted to test us to see if we are sincere enough?" Gong Zhoujie said with some doubt, and he was very sure of his guess.
He believed that Yi Chuanzong was deliberately testing them to see if they would respect their master. Even if the homework was assigned with extremely ugly words, they would still complete the homework well.
Yi Chuanzong glanced at Liu Yuan and Shi Hang. Although the two did not speak, they thought so in their hearts. After all, he usually liked to deal with them in different ways.
But this time he really didn't.
Originally, it would be ugly if he wrote ugly in front of his disciples. Anyway, these guys have to complete the ugly writing, and it will not affect his majesty at all.
At the very least, he felt that he was not perfect in the first place, and his handwriting looked like this.
However, after a party with friends, his handwriting was ridiculed, and he felt a little embarrassed, but it didn't have much impact. This is how he writes.
His culture is placed here because of textbook issues. He may not have even graduated from junior high school. He doesn't need to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf with his friends. He can't pretend to be in front of a group of college students.
However, considering that he would have to prescribe medicine in the future, he had no choice but to reluctantly learn from Sister Hua. There were many twists and turns due to some special reasons, which increased the difficulty.
Simply, after Sister Hua failed to teach him on the first day, she came up with a way for him to practice separately, just practice the strokes, and then put them together according to the size. In this way, he learned very quickly.
With the hands of an eighth-level fitter, super high force control, and strict size restrictions, the characters were really carved from the same mold. The more they wrote, the better and better they looked. In the end, Yi Chuanzong actually felt that writing was very comfortable.
Cool!
"I'm very relieved that you can see my good intentions. Yes, I just wrote it randomly on purpose, just to see your attitude in completing the homework. There will always be many difficulties in improving technology, not all learning
The environment is so good. You guys are good this time. If you stay with me for a while, you will be able to pass the technical test."
"Thank you, master."
"Thank you, master."
"Thank you, master."
Thank you very much. The three of them couldn't help but have this thought in their minds, 'Master is too insidious and almost fell into the trap.'
Gong Zhoujie had a lot on his mind and thought a lot. He could more or less understand Yi Chuanzong's intention and gritted his teeth to finish it seriously.
Shi Hang is an honest person and knows what is best for him, so he will naturally work hard.
Liu Yuan was different. He had an ordinary personality with no obvious preference. He almost thought of dealing with it at first. After all, the treatment of the three of them was 'unfair'. Compared with others who spent the New Year comfortably, the three of them
It's too hard, and it's not a pleasant life.
Facing the three people's thanks, Yi Chuanzong nodded unceremoniously. He could point out the direction so that the three people's efforts would be useful and they would get the rewards they deserve.
We already have the basics for level 4 and 5 fitters, including correcting movements, correcting operations, explaining principles, and analyzing techniques.
Now, almost everything that should be taught has been taught. Later, design ability, processing experience, etc., it depends on one's understanding, and accuracy depends on one's talent. There is not much he can do to help with this matter.
"Okay, let's take a look at your wrong questions first. I don't know what I'm doing, and I'm making mistakes on my hands. You have to prepare for the test in the next half month. If you insist on passing this level, it will cost you forty-five and two yuan a month. Think about this much
Money can do anything, your body will be strong."
As Yi Chuanzong spoke, he reached into his pocket again. With a thought, a box of Chinese cigarettes appeared in his hand. He took one out and put it in his mouth. He struck the match with a click and inhaled beautifully.
Take a bite.
How can you not smoke when you are teaching your disciples? Smoking at this time is an excellent enjoyment.
The apprentices were educated in an ordinary way. They corrected their mistakes seriously over there, and smoked a cigarette lazily and comfortably over here. This little life was not a pleasant one.
Hearing the sound of the match, Gong Zhoujie unconsciously wandered away, glanced this way, and then turned back again.
He knew that his master never smoked cheap cigarettes, but always smoked Daqianmen. Occasionally he would smoke one or two red plum cigarettes and cry out for nostalgia.
He thought it would be the same this time, but when he turned around, he felt something was wrong. Cigarettes in a big red box?
Hadman?Light?
They seem to be a bit different. The middle of the two is white, or is it a white stripe? Just now it seemed to be gold?
He couldn't help but look over here again. It happened that Yi Chuanzong was moving in again, and he could vaguely see the gold-marked tower in the middle.
"Fuck, China Smoke!"
As soon as the voice fell, Yi Chuanzong pointed his two feet at his butt, "What are you yelling about? Don't yell blindly!"
He is now being rationed. In one year, he is led by twenty-four people, but he only has four, and only two cigarettes a day.
Even if he doesn't have any craving for cigarettes, two cigarettes a day is a little less and not enough to keep him entertained.
If he could buy it for one yuan a box, he wouldn't be short of money. The problem was that there was no place to buy it, and if it was gone, it would be gone.
He liked the cigarette when he smoked it, so naturally he didn't want to give it to anyone else. At least he wouldn't be happy to give it to someone he didn't have a good relationship with.
In this workshop, you have to be careful when distributing cigarettes. If you get one, most of the box will be gone. Why do you want to sort out those cigarettes that make you feel unhappy?
Gong Zhoujie looked at the gazes around him and thought of this problem. He silently lowered his head and looked at his homework, but at this moment his mind was not on his homework at all.
Zhonghua Cigarettes are actually sold in some large supply and marketing cooperatives, and they have seen them when they went shopping.
The problem is that there is no ticket. Even if you are brave enough to pay for it, you will not be able to buy it.
After looking at the homework absently for a while, Gong Zhoujie raised his head and looked around. No one looked this way at the moment.
He leaned forward and whispered: "Master, can you give me one of your cigarettes to try?"
Yi Chuanzong sneered, "Good boy, you haven't bought cigarettes for the master yet, so let the master give you cigarettes. You can do it!"
Gong Zhoujie smiled coquettishly, "Master, you are very capable, isn't it? It's hard to exchange the tickets at my front door, but you have Chinese cigarettes here. I've only seen our factory director smoke this cigarette, and I'm curious.
What does it feel like?"
Yi Chuanzong raised his eyelids and glanced at the boy, then whispered: "This time, it can be regarded as a congratulatory gift for your boy to pass the test. Do you plan to smoke it now or after passing the examination?"
Gong Zhoujie stood up straight and said with a serious face: "Master, don't worry, I am determined to pass the assessment." His body slumped, and his tone became much lower, "But I still want to smoke this cigarette now."
Yi Chuanzong laughed and cursed, "If you mess up during the assessment, I will smoke you!" However, he still took out two cigarettes and handed them over.
Liu Yuan and Gong Zhoujie both smoked some cigarettes. Although they didn't smoke much, they couldn't favor one over the other.
But what happened next made Yi Chuanzong slightly stunned. Gong Zhoujie naturally reached out and took it quickly. Liu Yuan was a step slower and it was gone!
Taken away by Shi Hang!
This person doesn't smoke on a daily basis.
Liu Yuan's expression suddenly became very aggrieved, "I mean, Shitou, aren't you a non-smoker?"
Shi Hang looked slightly embarrassed, but he still wrapped the cigarette in paper without any intention of returning it. Then he explained in a low voice: "I really don't smoke, but my dad can smoke some shredded tobacco. I want to give it to my dad to try."
taste."
Liu Yuan's expression suddenly became exciting. This reason was so powerful and irrefutable that he could only turn his head pitifully.
Yi Chuanzong was so frightened by this look that he quickly took out another cigarette and said, "What about you, a big man? It's just a cigarette and you're showing me this expression. It won't be your fault this time when I come back."
"
Liu Yuan quickly grimaced. Seeing that Yi Chuanzong had no reaction, he quickly reached out to take the cigarette, and couldn't wait to take out the match from his pocket and light it.
"This is a promising thing!"
Yi Chuanzong scolded him, and then took another puff of cigarette, which felt more comfortable this time.
Sure enough, the smell of smoking is different on different occasions. He just feels it now when he smokes.