"I said boss, didn't you just smash that plate three months ago, why is it your turn so soon?" Third Aunt asked with concern.
At the table, Yan Jiecheng huddled with his younger brothers and sisters and returned to doing homework. When he heard the third aunt's voice, he became a little impatient.
"Mom, can you please stop asking? I still have to write something?"
The aunt stretched her neck and peeked over there, "Boss, what are you writing?"
Yan Jiecheng quickly pulled down the piece of paper covering it, blocking the line he was writing, and turned back to glare at the third aunt.
"Okay, okay, okay, I won't watch."
The third aunt was a little dissatisfied. The child was older and had a secret. But soon her eyes lit up and she asked with a smile: "Boss, are you dating a girlfriend?"
"No! Can you please stop reading it? Otherwise, turn on the light and write in the middle of the night!" Yan Jiecheng said in a muffled voice.
"After ten o'clock, you have to pay to turn on the lights!" the third uncle said nonchalantly.
Yan Jiecheng curled his lips in anger and shouted in a deep voice: "Mom!"
"Okay! Is it okay if I don't read? It's mysterious, and I don't know a few words!" The third aunt took a few steps away, but still took a peek.
The third uncle seemed a little disappointed and said: "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 and Yi Chuanzong are in the same workshop. Let me ask you, how is he doing in the factory?"
The corner of Yan Jiecheng's mouth twitched. If it weren't for thinking that Yi Chuanzong had just arrived, Director Wang might have arranged a relatively easy job for him, and he wouldn't be writing a self-reflection now and then having to swing a hammer for six days!
"It's not bad. He's very adaptable in the factory. It's not like you don't know how strong he is!"
The third uncle nodded and said, "That's right. After eating so much in one meal, you must be strong and work efficiently. It's not surprising."
"Old man, aren't we at a loss? You didn't even eat the good food, and you even gave me ten pounds of books as a gift." The third aunt said quickly.
The third uncle sneered and said: "Loss? How could I lose? At most, Lao Yi has attended a literacy class. How many words can he know? At most, he can only recognize the words on the workpiece."
"If you really want to learn some culture, don't you have to come over here sooner or later? Don't worry, even if the guy from Chuanzong can't come by himself, Lao Yi will definitely ask him to come over and learn. Look at how many young people there are nowadays.
Someone who doesn’t know how to read?”
The third aunt nodded, feeling that what the third uncle said made sense.
Yan Jiecheng was one year older than Yi Chuanzong, and he had at least a junior high school education. He spent a lot of effort to become an apprentice at the Third Rolling Mill, which was considered relatively good among his classmates.
If Yi Chuanzong didn't have the help of his uncle, he wouldn't even be able to enter the third steel rolling mill.
Biting the pen barrel hard, Yan Jiecheng's eyes showed a little envy. What's the use of reading? Is it writing a review?
A good body is your capital. What you can do in a day of exhausting work can be done by Yi Chuanzong in more than ten minutes, and you still have the energy to do other things.
…
A regular life always seems to go by very quickly. Yi Chuanzong has been in the factory for four days.
Not surprisingly, his name spread quickly within the factory.
Most of them said that he ate more, and some who were jealous of the first man's salary directly said that he had a poor job. A few said that Yi Chuanzong was stronger, and about a dozen workers in the same workshop praised him for his hard work.
Of course, Yi Chuanzong didn't care at all about these sounds. He ate as he pleased and drank as he pleased.
For example, right now, he wanted to challenge himself by eating a steamed bun with two noodles in one go, but ended up choking. He could only quickly pick up the water glass next to him and take a few sips.
"Slow down! I won't fight with you!" The uncle rolled his eyes.
Yi Chuanzong still eats with his uncle. When Linlin and his coworkers came to the cafeteria door, they said something was wrong. It has been four days and the reason has not changed because they are not eating with the same group!
"Uncle, you didn't steal it from me, but the pickles made by my aunt are so delicious that I can't help but want to taste them!" Yi Chuanzong replied after swallowing with difficulty.
The uncle just lowered his head and picked up the rice with a smile, "Don't tell me this, go home and talk to your aunt."
Yi Chuanzong smiled coquettishly. He was thinking about the problem. The eldest mother seemed to have reached a certain mysterious stage and awakened to a strange state. She wanted to nag a few words when she saw him.
"What kind of work are you doing today?" Seeing that he was silent, the first man asked casually.
"I did the grinding in the morning, I don't know what I will do in the afternoon." Yi Chuanzong ate another half of the steamed bun in one bite. It was more suitable for him to eat half at a time. It was a bit reluctant to eat one at a time.
Yi Zhonghai nodded, "How did you do?"
Yi Chuanzong raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's not bad, there was a little accident."
"Oh?" Yi Zhonghai was a little surprised. His nephew was very confident in whatever he did. 'Okay' was not a very good evaluation. He had made no mistakes for several days, so why did an accident happen here?
"What's going on? Are those workpieces worn out? How many of them are useless?"
Yi Chuanzong rolled his eyes and said, "Uncle, can you think of something better? Although I am not an eighth-level fitter, I can't be so sloppy in my work!"
Yi Zhonghai put down his chopsticks and said with a smile: "Okay, tell me what accident happened."
Yi Chuanzong said carelessly: "It's nothing, it's just that I found out that I have a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder. I didn't grind those workpieces for him, but only half-grinded them. I felt very upset and panicked. This is not the result of grinding."
All parts are qualified and there is no need for secondary fine grinding.”
"You brat, you're pretending to be here 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 hands, "Uncle, you don't believe me. There is absolutely no problem with the accuracy of the workpieces I polished. This is a public task, and you can't joke about work!"
"hehe!"
Yi Zhonghai smiled happily and asked: "How about today's lunch dish? Do you want to add another one?"
Yi Chuanzong smiled and said: "No, no, the pickles prepared by aunt are enough. Besides, even if you want to add more, are the meal tickets you brought at noon enough today? If you are not full, in fact, I am here
There is still counting of votes.”
After Yi Chuanzong finished speaking, he quickly leaned back, and before his eyes, a pair of chopsticks fell from the sky and hit the plate with a crisp sound.
Winking at his uncle, Yi Chuanzong smiled and said: "Uncle, eat, eat, I'm not full yet!"
Yi Zhonghai didn't hit him once and didn't give him a second blow. Seeing Yi Chuanzong eating there with his head buried in his stomach, he couldn't help but laugh.
Indeed, even if he wanted to buy it, he had no money or tickets in his pocket. Now the financial power of the family is completely controlled by the aunt!
"I'll bring more tomorrow. It's really too little for us to eat two dishes."
Yi Chuanzong rolled his eyes and said mercilessly: "Come on, you. The smell of cigarette smoke on your body has faded in the past two days, and you don't drink anymore at night. With your little treasury, it's just a
Auntie closed her eyes and pretended not to see it. Taking some would be the same as touching your lifeblood?"
"I'll go take the assessment at the beginning of next month. By then, all your smokers and drinkers will be back, smoking and drinking~ Live to be ninety-nine! And my salary will be the same as yours!"
At the end of the song, Yi Chuanzong started singing, shaking a chopstick in his hand.
"Stop yelling! Eat quickly and go to work early! I can't stop your mouth after eating!"
Yi Zhonghai smiled happily. This child observed them very carefully and could see their efforts, but when he said these words, he couldn't help but scold them.