After Zhou Wenzhong heard the sound, he quickly put away the dried mushrooms, dried peppers and other items on the desk.
When I opened the curtains, I discovered a 10-year-old girl with a sallow complexion and a thin figure. The two braids tightly tied on her head could not stop the yellowish color.
The cotton-padded jacket on his body was quite thin, and it was obviously a bit shorter. There were patches on his elbows and shoulders. He was wearing a pair of patched black cotton trousers on his lower body. Unfortunately, even the socks at his ankles could not be covered.
Zhou Wenzhong briefly recalled it in his mind, and it took more than 10 seconds before he remembered who she was.
"Uncle Zhou."
"Well, Jinfeng, what's the matter with you?"
The little girl raised her head and said with a hint of courage: "My grandma asked you to come to my house at 6:30 in the afternoon. She also said that she would treat you to the last meal."
"Go back and tell Aunt Zheng that I will be there on time. Isn't your father going to work today?"
"My dad will be back in the afternoon."
The little girl looked up and down at Zhou Wenzhong, then lowered her gaze.
"What else do you want?"
"Uncle Zhou...can you give it to me if you have pimple soup next time? Xu Huiling showed off to me in the yard many times."
"good."
When Zheng Jinfeng heard Zhou Wenzhong's answer, she turned around with a smile and ran towards her home.
Zhou Wenzhong closed the window and lay on the desk in a daze, leaning on his arms...
In Workshop 7 of the steel rolling mill, the roar of the machines made the eardrums hurt. This is the main reason why the working class usually speaks loudly.
A 40-year-old man wearing a 55-style cotton military uniform walked in, looking extra shining in the sea of blue work clothes.
"Master Yi is busy!"
Yi Zhonghai, who was bending down to adjust the machine, felt someone calling him and stood up straight while holding on to the operating table.
Before he opened his mouth to answer, he saw the other party pointed at the slogan outside the window [Implementing policies and improving efficiency], and then waved to Yi Zhonghai.
After seeing this, Yi Zhonghai nodded to express his understanding. He quickly took off his sleeves and walked up quickly.
When workers walk out of the workshop door, the first thing they do is to open their mouths wide and make various exaggerated expressions to relieve eardrum pain.
Yi Zhonghai stamped his feet and asked, "Director Fang, why did you ask me to come out?"
"Your application for the grade examination has been approved. Due to certain regulations, I can't let you read the specific content above. You can read the book at home these days. I will specially approve this leave for you. But! If you do this this time
If you fail to pass the 8th-level worker exam, you have to give me back these 4 days of vacation. You also have to understand my pressure. How can it be so easy to pass the 8th-level worker exam? Sigh..."
"Okay, don't worry, Director Fang. I will read more books in the past few days and then go to other masters for advice. I will try to get through this time."
Director Fang took a deep look at Yi Zhonghai.
"You should be busy, I'll leave first."
"good."
Yi Zhonghai grabbed a handful of sand from the ground, rubbed the lubricant on his hands and returned to the workshop.
In Jia's house in the middle courtyard, Qin Huairu was sitting by the bed, patting her baby to sleep. Jia Zhang was also sitting by the bed, wearing reading glasses and picking up the soles of her shoes.
"Banggen, this kid's feet grow so fast, he has to wear out one pair of shoes every month."
Qin Huairu glanced sideways and whispered, "Mom, leave it there for now. I'll do it later."
"Where did this kid Bangge go to play again?"
"I don't know either, but I have told him not to run far away and just hang out at the entrance of our alley. If you are looking for him, stand at the gate of the courtyard and shout and he will come back."
Jia Zhang put the soles and uppers of her shoes in the basket, took off her reading glasses and beat her lower back with her fists, saying: "I'm useless, I'm useless. If I don't do some work, Dongxu will think I'm an eyesore."
.We don’t have enough food at home, so I’d better leave my little ration to you and go back to the countryside as soon as possible.”
"Mom, what are you talking about? Dongxu is now a level 2 worker with a monthly salary of 38 yuan and 6. If you go back to the countryside at this time, what will others think of Dongxu? Can't you scold him behind his back for being unfilial?"
"Sigh... I blame me as a mother for being incompetent. The two children at home can't even have enough to eat."
Qin Huairu knew that her mother-in-law was complaining about her, so she quickly took the basket from the bed and took out the needle and thread to mend her socks.
When Jia Zhang saw it, she smiled and asked, "What did Lao Yi's wife say that day?"
"Auntie didn't say anything. She just said that something happened recently and she couldn't help our family. Then she gave me 5 yuan, and I gave it to you directly that day."
"What's the use of just giving money! Food is the real thing!"
"Mom, please keep your voice down, I just fell asleep."
"Hey, are you starting to dislike me now? Is this how Dongxu usually disciplines you? You really forgot your mother after marrying your wife."
Qin Huairu held her breath and remained silent. She knew that her mother-in-law had at least 10 more words waiting for her. At this time, her best choice was to keep her head down and work.
"Ah, cut! Ah...ah, cut..."
Four workers were sitting on a prefabricated board outside Workshop 7 of the steel rolling mill, smoking. Seeing Jia Dongxu sneezing twice, one of the workers started joking.
"What's wrong? You didn't cover yourself with the quilt when you fluttered last night? It doesn't matter if you catch a cold. Just don't freeze your waist."
"Ha ha…"
"Don't make fun of Jia Dongxu like that, be careful if the master says your workpiece is unqualified."
"Hey! You scared me to death. I am not afraid of power by nature. If Master Yi dares to find trouble with me, I will directly report it to the labor union. I don't believe there is no room for reason in this world."
After saying that, he threw away the cigarette butt, patted his butt and walked into the workshop.
"You sneezed twice just now. Someone is definitely scolding you. Have you offended someone recently? Go to Lao Yi and ask your master to stand up for you."
"Stop it, I just drank some cold air."
"Master Yi's closed disciples have started to drink the wind? Then we brothers are not allowed to eat farts? Don't you think so?"
"That's right. Who in the workshop doesn't know the difficulties your family is going through? You have taken away all the monthly relief money that everyone in our workshop put together. It's only 4 or 5 yuan a month. An additional 2 yuan is enough."
Married a wife, don’t you think so?”
"You can't say that. What if you find a rural wife? Maybe 3 yuan is enough, and..."
"And what?"
"And you can still get benefits!"
"Ah! Yes, yes! This is the advantage of marrying a rural wife."
Jia Dongxu listened to the two brothers chattering in a question-and-answer style. His face was red with shame and he couldn't sit still. He stood up and walked to the toilet.
"Yeah, I got scolded away again."
"You deserve it. If you are in trouble, just ask his master for money. In our workshop, only last month when Lao Yang's father was hospitalized, Jia Dongxu did not receive the relief fund. What about other times? Jia Dongxu received it 4 times in a row! Although I have received it every
I will donate 1 cent every month, but if it really comes down to it, it’s me who supports Jia Dongxu.”
"Look, it sounds like I, the biological father, don't support him. I donate 2 cents every month, so I am his biological father."
"Hahaha...yes, starting from next month I will donate 3 cents. So starting from next month, Jia Dongxu's son will belong to me."
"Haha...get your ass off."
Jia Dongxu, who had just walked out of the toilet door, heard the joke and lowered his head and went straight back to his console.
He was thinking about his son and daughter, his wife, and the nasty things his mother said about her all day long. Finally, he thought about the way his co-workers looked at him and teased him. Jia Dongxu stared at the card slot on the machine.
The location is amazing…
Yi Zhonghai came over and patted Jia Dongxu hard on the shoulder.
"Don't think about whether these are available or not, I know what you are thinking."
"Master."
Jia Dongxu raised his head and glanced at Yi Zhonghai, then quickly lowered his head.
"Lao Duan from the machine tool shop in front put his hand in. Do you want to learn from him? Although his wife came into the factory to take over in the end, Lao Duan lost an arm! You were also there watching during the rescue.
, Lao Duan fainted from pain on the ground. Do you also want to taste this feeling? Just hold on, I will give you extra lessons a few days before the exam in May, and try to improve your grade. By that time
, all those who look down on you must shut up. We are the working class, and we make a living based on our ability."
"Hey. I know."
Yi Zhonghai looked at Jia Dongxu and sighed, turned around and left with his hands behind his back.