After the first day of work, Yi Chuanzong and his uncle went home together.
"Did you see that it's the tall guy with Master Yi? He eats twenty steamed buns for one meal in the factory!"
"Hey! You can eat so much? No wonder he grew so big. But where did he get so much money to eat?"
"I'm confused. Master Yi is an eighth-level fitter in the factory. His salary is ninety-nine yuan a month. Of course he can afford to manage him."
"Master Yi is so unlucky to have such a nephew in his stall. Why haven't I heard of him before?"
"Who knows which corner he came from..."
Listening to the chatter coming from next to him, Yi Zhonghai said seriously: "Zhuan Zong, don't pay attention to what these people say. You already have a job now, and if you perform well, you can become a master in a year and a half.
Now that you are officially working, I will find some connections to transfer you here and teach you well. You will definitely improve very quickly."
Yi Chuanzong chuckled and said: "Uncle, don't worry, I don't care about this. These people are just jealous of my appetite and my strong body."
Then Yi Chuanzong complimented: "Also, I am jealous that I have an uncle like you. With a salary of ninety-nine yuan a month, you can manage my food! You can buy more than one hundred kilograms of meat for ninety-nine yuan."
, they don’t have the ability to earn this kind of money, so they can only watch with envy.”
Although Yi Chuanzong didn't speak with much force, his voice still spread far and the surrounding workers became quieter.
Yi Zhonghai turned his head and glanced around, then reached out and punched him on the shoulder, laughing and scolding: "You brat, just know it, don't open your mouth and cause trouble."
Yi Chuanzong glanced down at a skinny monkey over there, held his head high and said: "They said it to me first, and I'm not polite to them. Now I use a sledgehammer to lift a large steel plate weighing more than a ton."
It’s all smashed up. I still don’t believe anyone dares to talk nonsense in front of me. You are not a good person if you say bad things about others behind their backs. If you have the ability to say it in front of me!”
The workers who had been discussing before shook their bodies and their steps became much brisker.
Yi Zhonghai pulled his sleeve and shouted: "Okay, don't Nian Yang'er (Nian Yang'er: He said that he deliberately let others hear), do your own thing well, and I can still support you!"
Yi Chuanzong pursed his lips and smiled. As an uncle, he refused to let him read Yang'er, but he ended up thinking about Yang'er himself.
Although I was lecturing him, I was actually scolding those who were meddling in their own business.
Ninety-nine yuan a month, usually he doesn't have much to do if he doesn't spend it. Today, seeing how much he eats, and eating a meal that costs more than a yuan, these people feel sad.
One dollar could buy a pound of meat and five pounds of white-flour steamed buns, but in the end, he ended up buying more than twenty taels of white-flour buns. He felt that he was wasting his money by eating too much.
It's a pity that Yi Zhonghai earned the money, and it's their family's business how they want to spend it.
Yi Chuanzong glanced at the workers who were walking away quickly, and looked at the back of the thin monkey-like figure carefully. This guy was the most rude just now!
If someone is kind and bullied by others, if he doesn't give them a scare, he won't even be able to afford the twenty steamed buns he ate for lunch!
"Uncle, I feel that benchwork is quite simple. I am familiar with tapping and threading today. I will learn something else tomorrow and I will soon become a formal worker."
Yi Zhonghai frowned and said seriously: "Don't be arrogant and complacent. It's only the first day. How much work have you done?"
"Those who learn quickly will have to work for two or three years to reach the third level of benchwork, and it will take them three to five years to reach the fourth level. I have been working as an eighth-level fitter for twenty years now.
"This is an accumulation of experience. You have to maintain the motivation to learn today so that your craft can continue to improve!"
Yi Chuanzong nodded seriously and said: "Uncle, don't worry, I will definitely not relax. I will do more work tomorrow! In fact, working in the workshop is quite easy. I am afraid of the time spent working here.
You will become fat as you grow."
Yi Zhonghai's face twitched slightly, and then he said in a low voice: "If you feel like you will gain weight, eat less."
Yi Chuanzong grinned, and it was not that his uncle didn't feel sorry for him, "That's not possible, I think the food cooked by aunt is delicious. It would be even better if you can pickle some radish, garlic, ginger and so on to make pickles.
I can eat two more steamed buns in one meal!”
Now that he has the skills of an intermediate fitter, he will soon be able to afford living expenses. It is also time to make his food more delicious.
If you have twenty steamed buns per meal, how about more stir-fried vegetables?
He has a strong taste, he likes spicy food, and he also likes to eat salty food, braised pork, soy sauce meat, sausages, etc. There is no condition for it. It’s not too much to order some pickles, right?
Yi Zhonghai's face darkened, "Go home and tell your aunt to buy some at the vegetable market tomorrow."
Yi Chuanzong's face was filled with joy and he shouted: "Yes."
Seeing his arrogant look, Yi Zhonghai said in a deep voice: "It's not enough to just get started with the fitter. You have to know some of the principles in order to better control the machines. Understand the drawings, think about the production, know what you are doing, and use your hands.
You know, this is a qualified fitter. Let's go back quickly and I will give you a detailed explanation."
Yi Chuanzong raised his eyebrows, was this a reply from his uncle?
Mingming said before that it was just his first day on the job and he was not allowed to aim too high, but now he just started talking about theory?
Do you think that knowledge can make it difficult for him to cry?
Won't!
With his basic knowledge from high school, learning these things will make his brain more active, and he can eat two more steamed buns for dinner!
"Okay, uncle, I like learning the most. I also learned Pinyin with my sister-in-law Xiao'e before. I have memorized it in the past two days, but there are missing pages for the characters with gestures. You know she usually goes back to her parents' home.
How soon will you be back?"
Yi Zhonghai warned: "Stay away from Xu Damao's house, and don't get so close to your wife, otherwise you will get into trouble. If you don't know the strokes, ask me. If I don't know, you can ask Zhuzhu."
"Okay, listen to me."
After walking for twenty minutes, the two of them returned to the courtyard house on Nanluoguxiang Street.
As soon as he entered the hospital, Yi Chuanzong took a look at Yan Bugui, who was still looking at the meat, and shouted loudly: "Hello, third uncle!"
The third uncle was startled again. He turned around and exclaimed: "Hey, the work clothes of the third steel rolling mill. I was thinking why I didn't hear you today, but I didn't expect you to have entered the factory?"
Lao Yi, you hid it deep enough and didn’t say a word before."
Yi Zhonghai said with a smile: "It's not too late to tell now. The inheritance of the clan and the liberation of the same workshop, the liberation has not come back yet?"
The third uncle looked at him for a moment, then thought about it and said: "It's a little late today, and I don't know where this kid went. Isn't Chuanzong in the same workshop as him? Have you seen him?"
Yi Chuanzong said with a strange expression: "Yes, we smashed the big steel plate together today. When he came back, he said he wanted to take a rest. He must come back before eating!"
In fact, when he came back, Yan Jiecheng was lying at the door of the workshop saying nothing and not getting up. The child was exhausted.
The third uncle's face tightened. He knew this job. The last time the boss did this job, he didn't relax for a month. "That's not right, wasn't it only three months since he last did this job? Several workshops took turns,
It shouldn’t be his turn now, right?”
Yi Chuanzong looked solemn and said, "You'd better ask him about this."
"Okay, I understand." The third uncle said thoughtfully.