That night, the cries of Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu came from the backyard.
Hearing the sound of Liu Haizhong beating and scolding the children, the residents in the backyard and middle courtyard lay their heads on pillows skillfully and covered their exposed ears with one hand. Some people even covered themselves with quilts and slept. No one would come out to break up the fight. I beat my son.
It is a matter of course.
People in this era like to drink, because wine is relatively scarce and is a precious commodity. How could there be so much grain to make wine in an era when the stomach is not full.
The reason why people in this era have high alcohol consumption is because most of the wines in this era are brewed from dried sweet potatoes. The alcohol content is generally above 60 degrees, so if they drink the white wine of later generations, they will only feel that it is "flat".
People in this era like to drink alone because they want to relieve fatigue. After a day of high-intensity physical work, alcohol can help them sleep well. At the same time, they have already understood the "amount" of drinking they have. You know.
It is best for you to drink a few taels. If small groups of workers gather together to drink, not only because the hardware conditions do not allow it, but also easily persuaded to drink. After drinking too much, it is easy to delay the second day of work.
Some people born in the 70s, 80s, and 90s often mistakenly believe that they and their mothers were beaten by their father because he drank too much. In fact, the real reason has nothing to do with alcohol. He just wants to impress others and vent his anger.
The unfair treatment he received in the work unit.
It's just that this kind of father will shirk the responsibility on the alcohol afterwards or after a few years. People who really drink too much can't even stand upright, so how can they rationally take out the belt or find something handy? In the case of children,
While dodging and escaping, he was able to hit the child accurately. This was simply not something a person who was drugged by alcohol could do.
In front of the labor union organization office of the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, Yi Zhonghai led Lao Sun and knocked on the office door.
"Dong dong dong..."
"Enter!"
Hearing the response from the people in the room, the two opened the door and walked in. Yi Zhonghai closed the door behind him.
"You are...ah! Master Yi Zhonghai from Workshop 7! And Master Sun from our employee bathhouse, please take a seat. Please take a seat."
The middle-aged man wearing a cadre uniform with a smile on his face politely asked the two masters to sit down on the wooden sofa. Then he picked up two glasses and poured water.
"Director Jin, don't bother me. I'll leave after saying a few words."
"Huh? It's rare for you two to come into my room. You can talk about your business without delaying me from pouring my water. It won't affect me at all."
Director Jin put two cups of hot water on the coffee table and skillfully began to reach into his pocket to take out a cigarette. When Yi Zhonghai saw this action, he quickly took out a bag from his pocket, tore open the wrapping paper and handed it over.
"Yes! Today I also smoke Master Yi's good cigarettes. As soon as you take out this cigarette, I will be embarrassed to take out my broken cigarette. If you two have something to do, just tell me whose house is broken down and then the General Affairs Office
Doesn’t it matter? Or is there no one to care about whose family members come to the infirmary in the factory to see a doctor? Don’t worry, I will go and make arrangements for you right away.”
"Director Jin, are you feeling well? Some time ago, I asked someone to help you find a new prescription. Is the effect okay?"
"Hehehe...it's okay, it's okay, and the effect is pretty good. I haven't coughed much in the past two years."
"You don't even know that our two brothers were looking for you in the workshop just now. Who would have thought that you would be transferred to the labor union to take charge of the work."
Yi Zhonghai started his relationship-building approach, and Director Jin walked back to his desk and sat down.
"Revolutionary work does not distinguish between high and low, and it is the same whether you are transferred from the production workshop to the factory union. Everyone knows that if my performance is not outstanding and my political achievements are not outstanding, I will have a protruding disc in my waist. If I don't speak in the general meeting, I won't speak in the small meeting.
It's about inflammation of the prostate. We can't hold key positions, so it's better to rely on the relationship with the masses, and everyone can give us an understanding. Master Yi, if you have something to do, just say it directly. Why do you want to show mercy when you are here?
"
Yi Zhonghai looked at Lao Sun, wanting him to open the topic first. But Lao Sun kept squinting at the rules and regulations on the wall, trying to find out how many words he knew among them? He didn't even notice what Yi Zhonghai handed him.
Eyes.
"What's going on, Director Jin, there is a new change in Lao Sun's successor. He wants to leave the job to his nephew, do you think it's okay? Lao Sun is a stupid person, so he dragged me to you.
Discuss and discuss.”
"What's wrong with this? It's Master Sun's job. Seeing how nervous you two were when you entered the room, I thought it was something serious."
Yi Zhonghai never expected that this matter would go so smoothly, and he quickly nudged Lao Sun with his elbow.
"My nephew's name is Zhou Wenzhong, cousin."
Director Jin nodded and opened the drawer and took out a piece of manuscript paper, along with the record of Lao Sun's last conversation. He unscrewed the pen and started writing.
"take it."
Yi Zhonghai took it with both hands and asked: "Director Jin, where are you looking at the Labor Bureau?"
"You don't need to worry about this. They only come to our factory once a year to update the roster. They will come here in September this year. The colleagues in the Labor Department and Human Resources Department know how to connect."
"Okay...Huh? Director Jin, the age of Zhou Wenzhong written on this is February 1943?"
"You have to ask Master Sun about this. I copied it based on his last record."
Lao Sun quickly responded: "Director Jin, can you change his age? Zhou Wenzhong was born in August 1945. I remembered his age wrong last time."
Director Jin understood what the two of them meant early on. He was used to selling jobs for a long time. Based on the principle that one thing is worse than one thing less, he didn't bother to take care of it. Anyway, the two people in front of him had already reached a deal. It's your own fault.
"Master Sun, you said you remembered his age wrongly. Could it be that you also remembered the successor's name wrongly? I have already reported this to the police. Besides, 45 years and 43 years are almost the same. If it fell on the operating table
It is very common for the children of factory workers to join the factory at the age of 14 or 5 to take over. Zhou Wenzhong is just 2 years older, and he can just stop other people's mouths. Let's leave it like this."
"But...but what should I do with his household registration book?"
"Oops! Master Yi, you don't understand what is said here at all. Our colleagues in the Labor Department will explain the situation to the street office where his household registration is located. After liberation, there were many people who registered the wrong age in the household registration book. Can you
Don’t forget that the sub-district office has to ask our factory for work quotas every year. This is just a small matter to ask them to correct the age of our factory employees. Don’t their sub-district office even give this a little face? Don’t worry, this
It’s not a big deal at all!”
Yi Zhonghai seemed to understand. He nodded and pulled Lao Sun up from the sofa, and handed him the manuscript paper in his hand.
Lao Sun asked: "Director Jin, I will understand when you say this. Can I take this piece of paper to the street office to replace my household registration book later?"
"Master Sun, you still don't understand what I mean. You don't need to take care of anything, and you don't need to do anything. After your nephew enters the factory, relevant personnel will explain the situation to the subdistrict office."
"What if..."
"If you have any problems, you can come to me at any time. You should feel relieved now, right?"
Director Jin interrupted Master Sun, stood up from his chair, walked to the door, opened the door, and politely sent the two of them out.
"Master Sun, although you should leave the factory by the end of this month, you can still come to the factory if you are free. It would be good for young people to return to your familiar job and take a look.
People have experience in teaching some jobs. But we have to make an agreement first, and you can’t hold anything back!”
Although Lao Sun could hear the false politeness in Director Jin's words, he obviously still found it useful.
"Haha...Don't worry, Director Jin, it's just a bathhouse thing."
"Then let's just say this first?"
"Okay...Lao Yi and I will leave first. Director Jin, you are busy, you are busy."
Director Jin watched the two of them reach the corner of the stairs, then turned back and closed the office door.
"Old Sun, you are so unreasonable. You reported your name and age without telling me in advance. What you did just now almost exposed your secret."
"Didn't I tell you when we were drinking?"
"Didn't say it!"
Lao Sun patted Yi Zhonghai on the shoulder and said, "Maybe I forgot, isn't it okay? Do you think it's time to give me my money?"
"I have prepared it for you a long time ago. I will send it to your home tonight. Who dares to carry so much money in broad daylight?"
"How can I still not believe you, Lao Yi?"
Both of them walked down the stairs with relaxed expressions, and each breathed out a sigh of relief.