Zhang Yu listened to a lot of past events, and his mind was attracted by these. He hastily laid down some noodles, washed up and went to bed.
Lying in bed thinking about what my sister-in-law said, it was really eye-opening.
In the past, when I watched TV, I just felt that something was wrong in Qingman Courtyard, but I didn't expect that there were so many unknown things hidden in it.
In particular, the affairs of the Jia family gave him a lot of knowledge. It stands to reason that after Jia's father passed away, because Jia Dongxu was still young, the street once arranged manual work for Jia Zhang, and he could earn at least more than ten yuan a month for doing it.
But she refused. Every time she handed in a job, she was procrastinating, and the quality was not good. Gradually, she stopped taking jobs. The vacant jobs were naturally assigned to people who needed them more.
Moreover, what puzzled him in the original drama was that Jia Zhang was not registered in the city. You must know that when the plot started, she had been in the city for many years.
After so many years, it was impossible for him not to have the opportunity to change his urban household registration at one time. Only now did he know part of the reason.
It turns out that from 1949 to 1953, rural household registration would allocate land, and each person in the household registration would have a share of land. In order to take advantage of this, the Jia family gave up converting their household registration to urban household registration. At that time, only Jia's father transferred his household registration.
Later, the commune system was implemented in the countryside, where the working people collectively owned and managed the food collectively. The Jia family never received food from the countryside, but in the final analysis, they were still too lazy to participate in labor.
However, urban residents have implemented food rationing, and only one person in the Jia family can receive food. At this time, it is impossible to change the situation.
What makes him even more strange is that many people have the impression of a master, but as far as he knows, an eighth-level fitter is a very powerful existence nowadays.
When he graduated in later generations, he once wrote a paper, which was "On how good is the eighth-level fitter?", so he was relatively clear about the status of the eighth-level fitter.
When he checked the information, he found that before the 1990s, there were not many people with the title of eighth-level fitter.
It was not until the 1990s that a large number of eighth-level fitters appeared.
This is related to the national economic policy at that time. In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, we learned from the division method of the former Soviet Union. An eighth-level fitter represented the national technical elite.
Moreover, this industry requires the most hard work and talent. Most people may not reach this level after working hard for decades.
But now, through his work at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill these days, he has discovered that being an ordinary fitter is already a very respectable and enviable job.
Take the grain ration as an example. The general ration is 23 kilograms for residents, 26 kilograms for cadres, and 32 kilograms for middle school students. The basic rations for workers at the Red Star Rolling Mill can reach 45 kilograms for processed grain.
There are various indications that being a fitter in this era was a great job.
On the basis of ordinary benchwork, level eight fitters must master the machining performance, cutting performance of various metal materials and the production and repair of various cutting tools.
In the age before computers, practical problems could be solved solely by relying on your own brain, a pair of hands, a hammer, a wrench, a vise, a hacksaw, and a knife.
The manufacturing of our country's first generation submarine, first missile, first atomic bomb and first space satellite would not have been possible without the hard work of the eighth-level workers.
You know, in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, level eight fitters made atomic bombs by hand. The most awesome level eight fitter, Senior Li, loaded uranium balls into the atomic bomb.
In addition, the salary of level 8 workers is also very enviable, 108 yuan per month, which is several times that of level 1 workers.
With his status as a level 8 fitter, a big man cannot be the villain that some people describe him to be.
Thinking about it, with the slightest doubt, Zhang Yu slowly fell into sleep. If he couldn't figure it out, let time solve it.
"The system starts signing in today."
"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully signing in. You will receive two yuan in cash and fifty meters of oil paper."
Seeing the oil paper obtained by signing in, Zhang Yu immediately thought of its use.
He didn't know if plastic sheets were available now, so he didn't dare to take out the plastic sheets he used to sign in. Now that he has oil paper, he can grow vegetables in winter.
I took it out and looked at it. It is very resistant to folding, has good waterproof performance, and has good light transmittance.
He planned to build the edge of the flower bed with adobe bricks to a height of about 1 meter in late autumn, insert some bamboo on top, and cover it with two layers of oil paper.
On top of the oil paper, lay a layer of felt made of straw to create a simple greenhouse.
In winter, it would be best to plant some freeze-resistant vegetables such as leeks.
Before he finished thinking, there was a knock on the door. He Yuzhu came early in the morning to check what dishes were available at home, and planned the menu in advance based on the vegetables and meat available.
"Brother Yuzhu, drink water."
"I'm not thirsty. I came after breakfast. You don't have to work anymore, Xiaoyu. I came here to see in advance what dishes you have prepared? Let's discuss what dishes to cook?" He Yuzhu stopped Zhang Yu's hand from holding the cup.
"Brother Yuzhu, I don't know much about this. It's all up to you to make the decision today."
He Yuzhu was very happy for the trust of Zhang Yu and his family, and patted his chest: "Brother Xiaoyu, don't worry, I will definitely use my best skills and will never lose your face." Since He Daqing left, he has been very happy.
I haven’t had a banquet in a long time.
Many people think that he is too young and do not believe in his skills and experience. Today he must make a name for himself.
The greenhouse banquet was successfully completed with the cooperation of He Yuzhu.
According to the quality of the relationship, gifts are given, and Uncle Zhao records the gifts given by each person at the door. With these records, when he goes to attend other people's happy events in the future, he will have a basis for how many miles he traveled.
Zhang Yu saw that gifts based on the relationship between people are different depending on personal circumstances. Those with close relationships will be given heavier gifts such as thermoses, washbasins, and cloths; those with more distant relationships will be given some candies.
, cakes; those further away will cost a few cents.
However, in this day and age, most people who are sensible will bring their own rations when having banquets or with relatives. Because rations are now rationed, well, if you go to someone else’s house and have a big meal, one meal will be their ration for a week, and the rest of the meal will be rationed.
How do you spend your days?
The guests were very satisfied with the eight bowls made by He Yuzhu. Although many of the materials in the eight bowls were changed due to the materials, good ingredients and good craftsmanship still created a satisfactory result.
After the banquet, many people still asked about his craftsmanship and planned to invite him to banquets in the future.
What was served at the banquet was Laobaiganer, which is sorghum wine.
A few senior people were placed at a table alone, such as Mr. Sun in the courtyard, Uncle Zhao, and several elders in the courtyard next door.
What was placed on their table was Fenjiu, which was the national drink of this era.
Like many people, he has always believed that Maotai is the national drink. Many people who have been reborn in time will collect Maotai as their first choice.
But later he checked the information and found out that Fenjiu and Zhuyeqing were used in the first banquet after the founding ceremony in 1949.
Although Moutai is already a world-renowned wine in modern society, at the beginning of the founding of New China, Moutai's development was still limited to small-scale production in workshops, and there was no way to develop it in such a short period of time as a few months.
Mass production.
Some peanuts and a cold dish were first placed on the table for everyone to drink with. After the conversation was almost finished, the eight large bowls were officially served.
After he came up, he didn't even bother to talk, he just kept picking up the food.
After finishing the meal, there were basically no leftovers. I gave Master He some dishes that had been set aside in advance by the kitchen to take away.
