Yi Zhonghai first called his wife out of the bedroom. The three of them sat down at the dining table and were silent for about five minutes. The eldest mother was the first to lose her temper.
"Let him, a junior, bully us like this? Look at what harm he has done to our family. There is nothing left! It's almost like the Japanese raids by the Japanese, they just set fire to the house."
Yi Zhonghai kept smoking and waiting for the deaf old lady to speak first, but the deaf old lady closed her eyes as if she didn't hear.
"Xiao Yi, what did he say to you before we entered the house?"
"Let me find a job for him. He wants to join our factory by name."
The deaf old lady stood up holding on to her crutches and said, "Isn't that just right? You can get him into your workshop later, and it would be best to accept him as your apprentice. He will definitely not be able to calm down when he sees the machine tool at such a young age, no matter what
It doesn’t matter if it’s damaged, or it doesn’t matter if you lose your life. This is still the result.”
Yi Zhonghai sucked on the cigarette holder and pressed the cigarette pot with his left thumb from time to time.
"It would be easier if it were like this. Do you think he is stupid? He just made it clear in this room that he would not enter the workshop. He also made a lot of demands. As long as it is a slightly dangerous job, he will not do it.
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"If that doesn't work, just take the food stamps and go find a few people outside and ask them to talk to Zhou Wenzhong. There are people starving everywhere now. You will eventually find a few people who are desperate for their lives."
Yi Zhonghai knocked the pipe pot on the sole of his shoe, then stood up and whispered in the ear of the deaf old lady: "He has two pistols in his waist."
"I asked him why the stock price went up uncharacteristically today. His feelings are waiting here."
The deaf old lady nodded silently, unable to come up with a good idea.
"Can you put him in?"
Yi Zhonghai shook his head and replied: "I don't know either."
"Even with your face as a level 7 worker, you can't even arrange for one person to come in?"
"Originally, our workshop director talked to me before the Spring Festival and said that the factory would recommend me to take the industrial-level examination."
"Recommended exam? Aren't they always taken in your factory?"
"Old lady, which year of the almanac are you talking about? Before 1958, it is enough to take the exam in the factory. After 1958, the grade 6 exam must be recommended by the factory, and then you can take the exam at an irregular location.
It may be to take the exam at the Ministry of Metallurgy, or it may be to take the exam at a college such as Mechanical Engineering.
According to regulations, the normal grade examination for workers is two days before May 1st every year. If it is a quota recommended by the factory, then you only need to wait for the notification above. Anyway, there is a difference of 2 months. If I get promoted this time
When I reached level 8, I lost my face to the factory. I guess the factory will give me special treatment.
However, I just rejected the workshop director two days ago, and now I suddenly want to participate. I'm afraid that the leaders will be unhappy. If I can give him something and talk to him carefully, I guess it won't be a big problem. But now my family has grown up
It looks like nothing is left."
The deaf old lady stood up, tremblingly walked to the door and said: "I will let your wife come into my house later to get food stamps. I am too old to eat so much. You should work hard these days, and this bad guy will give it to you."
You have one month to do as he said and arrange him into your factory. With your power in the factory for so many years and so many disciples and disciples, isn't it easy for you to handle him as a young and a half? Wait later.
If he divides the room and moves out, the courtyard will be clean."
The aunt stood up and helped the old lady walk to the backyard. Yi Zhonghai refilled a pot of tobacco and continued to smoke.
Liu Haizhong and his party also walked out of the Hongxing Police Station, as if they had lost the battle. Everyone in the Liu family bowed their heads and remained silent.
"Hey, you didn't bring the police comrades here? Where's your ability? Where's your future? Where's your leadership style? Haha~bah!"
Zhou Wenzhong sat on the door frame of his house and spat at Liu Haizhong, which happened to land on his pants.
"Are you not convinced? Come and hit me! Have you found out how much charity money I carry? Have you found out what no upper limit means? You 200-pound birthday peach is a useless snack."
Liu Haizhong opened his hands to stop Liu Guangqi, who was already impulsive.
"Don't pay attention to him. We'll talk to you later."
"You said your grandma is a weakling. If you don't dare to do anything, get out of here. Why are you pretending to be a big clove of garlic in front of me? Go back to your wife's bed and play with a hammer."
"Ha ha…"
A group of neighbors behind him started laughing contagiously. Although everyone covered their mouths, they couldn't stop laughing.
Liu Haizhong pointed at Zhou Wenzhong, organizing a few idioms in his mind.
"Point to another one for me to take a look at?"
Zhou Wenzhong picked up half a brick from the ground, raised his hand and aimed it at Liu Haizhong's head.
"If I don't dare to take pictures of you, I'm not your grandfather. If you don't dare to point at me, you are my grandson. Point it out!"
"I don't know the same as you."
Liu Haizhong put down these words and led his family to leave. The remaining residents also walked towards their homes with grins on their faces.
Zhou Wenzhong held the half brick in his hand, looked at the glass of Yanbu Gui's house, curled his lips and gave up.
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
"ah!"
Maybe the brick hit Zhou Deming, who was squatting behind the window and eavesdropping, or maybe it hit Zhou Wenxin. Anyway, the man screamed, and there was a chance that it was scratched by glass fragments. In any case, the master bedroom of the Zhou family was hit today.
Cool, cool.
Zhou Wenzhong clapped his hands and returned to his bedroom, where he still saw the familiar bedsheets, quilts, and coal stove.
Turn on the light, close the door, and close the curtain. Zhou Wenzhong sat in front of the desk and pulled out a May 1st-type pistol from his left waist. Then he tilted his body and pulled out a May 1st-type pistol from his right waist.
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The gun number on the right side of the grip has been scratched and is no longer visible, leaving only the steel stamp: 1952, which means it was produced in 1952.
There is only a steel stamp on the left hand grip: May 1st type, 66th type. It represents the May 1st type pistol manufactured by Shenyang Liuliu Arsenal.
"The commemorative significance of the May Day gun is higher than its practicality. After all, it is the first generation of standard pistols after the founding of the People's Republic of China. Since it was used by North Korean volunteers on the battlefield, it has received a series of negative reviews.
It gets jammed and the misfire rate is too high. Some soldiers would rather use weapons from the Republic of China period than use it. Many soldiers also miss the shell gun, which has a large-capacity magazine of 20 bullets, which is much better than this 8-round pistol.
The accuracy is also higher. This is a production line that was moved directly from the Soviet Union. In the end, only 200,000 were produced, and then it was immediately announced to stop production. The main significance of its existence is..."
Zhou Wenzhong leaned forward and pulled out a May 4th-style pistol from his lower back.
"The main thing is to lay the foundation for this gun."
Zhou Wenzhong unloaded the May 4th magazine, pulled the slide a few times to jam out a bullet, and after inspecting the gun, he pushed the bottom of the magazine against the fork-shaped spring on the pistol to the back, pulled out the slide sear from the left side, and then
Remove the slide and start servicing the gun.
Finally, he took out the kitchen knife at home and placed it on a piece of compound spring. He picked up a floor tile and hit the back of the kitchen knife hard. Zhou Wenzhong cut off a section of the compound spring with the knife.
After everything was reassembled, Zhou Wenzhong stood up with the Type 54 pistol in one hand, and the sudden force of his arm caused the pistol to load by inertia.
"Load it with one hand, isn't it done?"
Zhou Wenzhong didn't even look at the two May 1st pistols on the table before, and threw them directly into the space.
Early the next morning, Zhou Wenzhong got dressed and took a toothbrush to the central courtyard to wash up.
"What kind of work do you do in there?"
"That's a lot to do. You have to learn cultural knowledge during the day. In the afternoon you have to do theoretical practice. From time to time, you have technical competitions with other prisoners on the farm. In the evening, you watch the condolence performances of the Soviet art troupe. Sometimes they are from Tianjin City
A folk art troupe came to perform. In comparison, I prefer the Soviet art troupe."
"real?"
"Can I lie to you? If you don't believe it, just break the law and go in and try."
Zhou Wenzhong finished gargling his mouth, wiped his face with the towel around his neck and walked into Yi Zhonghai's house.
"What delicious food does Auntie cook? Come and let me take a look."
Zhou Wenzhong pushed the aunt to the side with his butt, and at the same time opened the lid of the big pot.
"That's good. Let's drink pimple soup when we get up early in the morning."
The eldest mother took the spoon and shouted: "This is for the old lady!"
Zhou Wenzhong took the iron spoon from her hand and picked up a large porcelain bowl. He filled a spoonful of pimple soup and stopped at the edge of the pot. He tilted the spoon to avoid the soup, and then poured it into the bowl. Repeatedly.
Three times, all the thick stuff in the pot was removed.
"Thank you, aunt. It's the same for me or for the old lady. I'll come back tomorrow morning. If it's convenient, don't make the rice so mushy. Try to make something chewy and eat chopped green onions tomorrow morning.
Pancakes, right? Or you can make pot helmets. The old lady will definitely like to eat them. If you give her a piece, she can probably hold it for a year based on her teeth.
What do you think of my once-and-for-all idea? You don't have to hang around the pot all day long, woman! You have to get out of the house and see the world. I heard that a batch of woolen coats have arrived from the department store. You will definitely be able to wear them.
I am so fascinated, sir. If you have this intention, remember to come to me, I have an acquaintance."
Zhou Wenzhong walked out of the house with a bowl in hand, and his aunt was jumping around in the house and cursing.
"Hey! Isn't this my sister Huiling? Have you eaten?"
Eleven-year-old Xu Huiling plucked two big braids and shook her head while looking at the pimple soup in Zhou Wenzhong's bowl.
"Didn't you eat? I just gave you this bowl of pimple soup, but you have to shout a big thank you, Auntie."
"real?"
"Brother, can I lie to you? Hurry up and shout!"
Xu Damao's sister shouted something loudly to the Yi family, then ran away holding the bowl in both hands.
"Xiao Zhou, you are quite generous. The pimple soup in your bowl just now is so solid that it won't fall when you stand it up with a stick."
"Hey, today is my aunt's birthday. As long as I say a few words of congratulations to her, she will give her a bowl of pimple soup. That's how I got it just now."
"impossible?"
"You can give it a try. It doesn't cost any money. I'm leaving first."
Zhou Wenzhong waved his hand and returned to his home to go back to sleep. This was a habit developed in the labor camp.
Xu Huiling returned home with the bowl in hand. Xu Fugui looked at the steamed bun in his hand and then at the pimple soup in his daughter's bowl.
“Where did you get the pimple soup?”
"Zhou Wenzhong gave it to me."
Xu Damao put his chopsticks in her bowl and said, "Dad, is this pimple soup? There is no soup in her bowl, she is frying pimples. This bowl of mine is called soup!"
Xu Damao put the chopsticks back into his bowl and stirred. There were only a few rice grains in the bowl.
"Eat, eat."
"Give me a bite of your fried rice dumplings, and I'll buy you some candy later."
"No! No!"
Xu Damao picked up the spoon and put it into his sister's bowl. Xu Huiling ran around the room holding the bowl.
At the same time, five people were sitting at the table of the Zhang family. The soup bowl in front of Zhang Hongyi was steaming. He watched Zhang Xiufang and 10-year-old Zhang Xiuying fighting with chopsticks. A woman in her 50s looked at the table happily.
After the food was served, her eyes narrowed with laughter. Mother Zhang put down the steamed bun basket and sat on the chair.
"Sanya, your friend should be back soon, right? Our toilet is still waiting to be built."
"What kind of friend am I? Which of my friends can build a toilet? Why didn't I know?"
Zhang Xiufang looked at her mother, and Zhang's mother turned to look at Zhang Hongyi.
Zhang Hongyi showed his signature smile again and said: "It's Master Xiao Zhou, do you remember?"
"Which Xiao Zhou? Why can't I understand?"
"Haha Zhou Wenzhong, you forgot that I gave you 10 yuan that day. This was his wages for building the toilet."
"Can he also build toilets? Isn't he a banquet chef? Well, he is really a comprehensive development talent. He takes care of all import and export matters."
"Yue... I'm eating right now, can you please stop talking about the toilet?"
"Tell him later, our family is still waiting for him to break ground."
"Oh, but isn't he still in the labor camp? Has he been released?"
"Re-education prisoner?"
Zhang Xiufang didn't care about her mother's expression at all. She stood up and hung her right leg on the bench, picked up the chopsticks and picked up the pickles.
"Well, he is one of my most promising friends. Mom, do you have a friend who is a prisoner of labor? Look, I have one! Dad, do you have one? Grandma, do you have one? Do you think the third sister is great?"
"My third sister is so amazing."
"That is!"
"Don't meet this kind of person again in the future. If word spreads, it will have a bad influence on you."
"Let's talk about whether we meet or not later. Let him come to our house to build a toilet first and then we'll get down to business. I'll leave this task to you."
"Oh daddy!"
"That's it, either you give me back the 10 yuan."
"Forget it, I think it's better to let him come to work at our house. Isn't it right for friends to help friends? Don't you think so?"
"My third sister is right."
"Dad, I always feel that your smile is sinister and sinister. Are you right?"
"My third sister is right."
Zhang Hongyi always had a smiling expression, picked up the bowl and started drinking soup..