Fengcheng old events

Chapter 362 Then What Are You Drawing?
"It seems that the sieve has leaked. My brother just passed by." Chang Zhongwen answered.

"Which one?"

"Number three? Or number five, I didn't hear clearly."

"Where did the third shift not weld?"

"I guess so. Well, Li Changwei from Class [-], he probably didn't stay in class and came after get off work. I saw that he didn't change his clothes. I guess he wasn't here because he missed it in the last class. If he doesn't mess with himself He welds?"

"Has Zhonghua gone to look for it?"

"Well, my brother went to the workshop to look for him. He has big eyes."

"That can't stand it, Guangli, stop playing, change cars immediately, and go to the post and go around again. Who, you go and see what's going on, if it doesn't work, you should weld it quickly."

The name of the old worker who was named was Zhang Xinglong, who didn't know the last name. He was 45 and six years old. He came from the countryside and didn't like to talk. He was relatively invisible.

"Which one did I solder? Whose job does I solder?"

"Isn't it getting bigger and bigger when you turn it without welding? It's not your business in the end?"

"Then don't turn it on. No matter how rich Li Changwei is, he can't ask me to work for him, can't he? Turn it up and I'll stop it."

Li Changwei is a relatively well-known person in the factory. He started his business early and is quite rich. He usually puts up a small score on a shelf, and now he still runs a restaurant.Zhang Xinglong knew it.

There's nothing wrong with that.Liu Sanzi turned his head and asked Chang Zhongwen, "What did your brother say?"

"I don't know, I just watched him go and look for it."

Liu Sanzi thought for a while, turned his head and went out.

Xu Guangli stood up and stretched his waist: "We have to change trains, go up and have a look. If something happens, it will be troublesome. Call when you come back." They didn't win any money at the moment, and it didn't matter whether they played or not.

Old workers don't win much money from betting. People like Xu Guangli live their lives carefully and don't want to part with them.

It’s just that there are a few who like to gamble, poker and mahjong often make appointments, and there are seven or eight people in the class who play poker and mahjong after work.

Xiaoguang put on his mask and picked up his hard hat.

"Are you going to work too?" Zhang Xinglong asked.

"Go and have a look, you don't stay in the house all the time, just take a look after a while."

Zhang Xinglong nodded.

The people in the room walked away, and Liu Biaozi climbed up the ladder to the bed, lying on it, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhang Xinglong had nothing to do, he was unfamiliar with this room for the first time, so he sat down on Xu Guangli's small bed, leaned against the wall and looked around the room.

It looked dirty and messy everywhere, but Zhang Xinglong knew he couldn't touch it. The old workers were used to it. If they moved, they would be scolded. He often went to Zhang Qingzhi's lounge to play, and he knew more about it.

Received a lot of scolding.

"Split the eggs later, why don't you carry them for me?" Liu Biaozi turned over on top and looked over.

"Where is the score?"

"In the workshop, pick it up by yourself, one person per cage. Have you never divided it? Oh, you haven't come these months. The meat will be divided soon. I heard that there are apples. Your onions, vegetables, rice noodles, everything is your father. Come and pull, I watched."

"I don't know, my dad didn't say. How many eggs are there?"

"Five catties per person, and there will be a month and a month in the future. Bring a cage, so you don't have to carry the belongings by yourself. Help me carry it later."

"Row."

No one sleeps during the day shift, except for those who work on the post, everyone just sits in the lounge, playing poker and bragging. There is no window here, and the sound of machines is all in the ears, and the smell of engine oil is in the nose.

Next to the wall is a heating pipe welded by myself. The whole factory supplies the air uniformly. It is gas heating, the kind that can burn people. There is a large electric stove in the middle of the room, which is burning like this. It can be used for boiling water and cooking, and it is also for heating. .

There is still a pot under the plank bed, and it doesn't matter who owns it, just use it casually, don't break it, just brush it out after use.

There is no water pipe in the house, the water pipe is in the wall outside the lounge.There is no shortage of water in the factory building. There are water taps everywhere, but not all of them are drinking water.The old worker said that there is no difference, they are all the same, which is nice to say.

In fact, after staying for a long time, no one really cares about this. When you are tired and thirsty, you just lie down on the water pipe and fill your stomach.

There are no women in the workshop. I heard that in summer, many people work with bare buttocks and only wear masks. It is too hot to bear.Some old people don't like to wear Zhubajie masks in summer because they think it's too hot, so they use a non-woven fabric to fool them.

People are always like this, they don’t care about things before they happen to them, they just let things happen and feel happy, and when things happen, they regret it.Not wearing a dust mask here is simply slow suicide.

For lunch, everyone put their lunch boxes on the small long table in the middle and huddled together to eat. You try mine and I eat yours. It's really good.

The old workers in the middle would casually mention that whoever never brought their own lunch boxes would only eat other people’s, and I don’t know if it’s really casual or to remind someone, anyway, it has nothing to do with Zhang Xinglong, his lunch box is the best in the team.

Stewed bones with sauerkraut in summer, stewed pork ribs with kidney beans in winter, and occasionally stir-fried vegetables are all meat.Meat is hard food these days.

"As soon as Erminzi came, I felt that the level of food had improved significantly. Ermin, do you bring it like this every day?" Xu Guangli asked half-jokingly.

"Well, what happened?"

"Is your salary enough? I feel like a prodigal, and there is no other meaning." Xu Guangli and Zhang Xinglong are related by two generations, they are a little close psychologically, and they speak more casually. He really feels that Zhang Xinglong is a bit wasteful.

"He looks like someone who owns a restaurant." Wang Yugang explained.

"And this thing? I don't know, so what are you talking about, your lunch box is too small, why don't I make you a bigger one?" Everyone laughed.

"Are you always at your target's house?" Xu Guangli asked.

"Well, mostly, help there."

"What can you help? Help with food and money?"

"Hehe, you can do anything. You can buy vegetables through the stove, chop vegetables and put them on the stove."

"Can you still cook? Have you learned it?"

"Well, I learned from the master and passed the certificate."

"Then, you still have to go to a fart class. You are tired and overwhelmed, and you still have silicosis. How can you go to the stove now and say that it will cost 3000 and [-] for a month? You can just do that, it's enough." Mouth, eat whatever you want."

"Isn't this work? I haven't thought about it."

"Then what will you do in the future? Just help your partner like this while going to work? Shall I give you money?"

"I didn't give it. I said I will give it together later. I don't know."

"You're not right. Parents are relatives and wealth is wealth. You have to make it clear. How can you be confused. Do you have a kid in your family?"

"Yes, her brother is married."

"Then don't you mean giving it all to him? What are you trying to figure out? It's not worth it." Xu Guangli shook his head, expressing his incomprehension.

(End of this chapter)