Du Fei had some free time and planned to go to the restaurant at the entrance of the alley for a bite. When he turned around, he saw a square-faced man wearing blue work clothes walking towards him.
This man was forty-seven or eighteen years old, with a shaved head, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and an upright look on his face. He was none other than Yi Zhonghai, the first master of the Central Court.
In fact, the three stewards of the courtyard were not originally there to deal with trivial matters among the neighbors.
In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the household registration system was not perfect. In order to prevent enemy agents from lurking and sabotaging, stewards were elected in large courtyards with complex personnel. This was similar to the ancient Baojia system. If any abnormal personnel were found, they would be reported immediately.
But by the 1960s, enemy agents had basically disappeared, and the stewards of each hospital had become dispensable.
Du Fei and Yi Zhonghai looked at each other, and some bad memories came to mind.
Yi Zhonghai didn't expect to meet Du Fei, his eyes flashed with embarrassment, his cheek muscles bulged, and he called out Du Fei's name.
"Master, what's wrong with you?" Du Fei stood there with no expression on his face.
Yi Zhonghai came to the front, saw no one around, and lowered his voice: "I said that yesterday, is it okay? Can you give me a word? Director Sun will be here tonight."
Du Fei was half a head taller than Yi Zhonghai, and the two looked at each other, slightly condescending.
Although the original owner has good academic performance, his temperament is soft. When facing a big man, he will always be humble. Not only will his eyes be lowered, but his back will be slightly bowed.
However, today, Yi Zhonghai clearly noticed that something was different.
The two looked at each other in silence for two seconds, and Du Fei said calmly: "It's okay, we'll talk about it when we get here." After that, he turned around and left.
Yi Zhonghai opened his mouth and wanted to say something else.
However, a young man carrying a soy sauce bottle burst out of the courtyard. It was Yan Jiekuang, the third son of the third uncle's family.
"Hey, Sir, you're off work." Yan Jiekuang shouted and ran away.
By the time Yan Jiekuang ran away, Du Fei was already seven or eight meters away, and Yi Zhonghai had no choice but to walk into the courtyard with a sullen face.
Du Fei left the alley and walked along the main street for more than ten minutes, arriving at the intersection in front of the Nanluo Supply and Marketing Cooperative.
There is a restaurant next to the intersection. Although it is not large, it is a serious state-owned restaurant.
Du Fei opened the door and lifted up the heavy cotton curtain, feeling a rush of hot air blowing in his face.
I glanced inside the hotel.
Even for dinner in the evening, there were only three tables of guests. After all, in this era, not many people are willing to go out to restaurants.
Du Fei found a table near the stove and sat down.
A short, thick-looking waiter came over with a big mouth and asked: "What would you like to eat?"
Du Fei glanced at the menu written in calligraphy on the wall, as well as the slogan "Strictly prohibiting scolding and beating customers" beside it, and quickly ordered a soft pork slice and a large bowl of rice.
"Sixty cents, twenty taels of food stamps, and one tael of meat stamps." The waiter quickly pulled out a list and put it on the table.
Du Fei paid the money and while waiting for the food to be served, he recalled what Yi Zhonghai mentioned just now.
Just last night, Yi Zhonghai approached the original owner alone, started to ask questions, then made insinuations, and finally expressed the hope that the original owner would give up his place in the factory to take over the job to a man named Sun Qiang.
This Sun Qiang is the son of Director Sun of the first workshop of the steel rolling mill where Yi Zhonghai works!
The original owner never dreamed that the most respected man in the courtyard would help outsiders steal his job after his father died!
He even put on a shy face and gave his reasons in a high-sounding way.
He said that the work in the workshop of the steel rolling mill was heavy and that his body was too weak to bear it. He also said that Director Sun would help him find a job at the subdistrict office. He would sit in the office every day instead of going to the workshop, which would save him a lot of time.
Finally, there was a veiled threat. If he dared to disobey, even if he took over and joined the factory, there would be no good consequences.
The original owner was soft-tempered when he first recovered from a serious illness, but the more he thought about it afterwards, the more he felt aggrieved. A sudden surge of fire struck his heart, and he fainted. When he woke up, he became Du Fei...
After four or five minutes, the waiter brought the food.
The freshly steamed white rice is steaming and fills a large bowl. If you replace it with an ordinary rice bowl, it can hold at least three bowls.
The soft meat slices next to it are also very generous. The meat slices are all lean and have a good starch texture, so they taste very tender.
This era is different from that of later generations. People nowadays don’t have much fat in their stomachs. Fatty meat is the best. The thicker the fat, the better the pork. There is almost no fat in the meat slices stir-fried in restaurants.
The side dishes of mushrooms, fungus, and carrots are also cooked just right.
Only the seasoning is a bit salty, but it goes well with rice.
Du Fei was also very hungry, so he opened his cheeks and went straight to work.
Three times five times two, half a bowl of rice was eaten, and when I was six to seven points full, I slowed down and started eating while continuing to think.
After all, the original owner was a teenage student with basically zero social experience.
There is no relative or elder around me who can give advice.
Faced with the sudden coercion from Director Sun and the First Master, he was completely helpless except for being angry and helpless.
But if it were Du Fei, he had been struggling in society for more than ten years before his rebirth, and he had already become a veteran.
He thought very clearly that according to the current succession system, as long as he didn't let go, neither Yi Zhonghai nor Director Sun would be able to take his place as successor.
But...then what!
What Yi Zhonghai said is right.
Even if he takes over the job and joins the steel rolling mill despite the pressure, he will definitely not get any good results.
At that time, Sun Wukong entered Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace, and Director Sun, who was so angry that he had a hundred ways to defeat him.
There was only one thing Du Fei couldn't figure out: why Yi Zhonghai wanted to help Director Sun lead the way.
There are more than 10,000 people in the Hongxing Steel Rolling Plant, and Yi Zhonghai is the only eighth-level fitter. He is respected by several factory directors and deputy directors. Although Director Sun is the director of the first workshop and Yi Zhonghai’s immediate boss, he is by no means so capable.
, call Yi Zhonghai at will.
More than half an hour later, Du Fei returned to the courtyard.
He originally wanted to go to the supply and marketing cooperative opposite after dinner, but he didn't know that they got off work on time and had already closed when he came out.
Du Fei was walking into the courtyard when a half-grown boy with a pot haircut ran out of the courtyard with two little girls.
The three children are Banggen, Xiaodang and Huaihua of Qin Huairu's family.
Du Fei stood on the steps and watched the three children run away.
Unlike most children in this era who have sallow faces and thin muscles, the three children in Widow Qin's family have round faces and clean clothes.
Du Fei wiped himself and was about to continue walking inside.
By accident, a figure bumped into him.
"oops!"
With a coo, Du Fei staggered, and the man leaned back.
Du Fei said "Hey" and quickly pulled it with his hands and eyes, and finally neither of them fell.
He breathed a sigh of relief and took a closer look. It turned out to be Yu Li, the eldest daughter-in-law of the third uncle's family.
This newlywed young woman is quite beautiful. Although her appearance cannot match Widow Qin's charming figure, her figure is not inferior. As soon as she bumped into her, she could feel her amazing size and elasticity through her cotton-padded clothes.
Yu Li was hurt by the collision, and she rubbed it with her hands. There were tears on her face, but they were not from being hit just now, but she had obviously cried earlier.
When she found Du Fei looking at her, her cheeks turned red and she wiped away her tears in embarrassment. She didn't care about the pain in her chest and didn't say anything, so she just walked away.
Du Fei looked at her and knew without thinking that he was quarreling with the boss of the Yan family.
As the old saying goes, everything goes bad for poor and humble couples.
The third uncle's nickname is Yan Laokou, he is the master who can split a penny into two halves.
Yu Li married into the Yan family and had no job. The old man, Yan Jiecheng, was a temporary worker, and his monthly salary was only a dozen yuan. In addition to half of it being turned over to the family, he also had to pay for food, riding a bicycle, and using a flashlight.
It's amazing that you can live a comfortable life like this.