Siheyuan: Starting from Saving Qin Huai Ru

"What are you thinking? Can't you believe my work level?"

Qin Huairu gave Bang Geng and Xiao Dang a blow.

"Isn't it relying on Uncle He?"

Xiao Dang said while covering his head.

Qin Huairu scolded with staring eyes: "What do you know!"

"If this matter was so easy to handle, he would have done it for me a long time ago. Just mention the eighth-level fitter to me."

"But this matter is not easy to handle. The whole big workshop is full of people. Everyone knows how well you work, what level you belong to, and how much salary you get."

"Even if you, Uncle He, forcibly promoted me to the level of an employee, I would not be able to pass the assessment; even if I got through it, and I would work in the future and assign workpieces to me for processing in the workshop, I would not do it."

"Then you can't, don't do it? Or change to another job?" Xiao Dang asked.

Qin Huairu shook his head and sighed: "Don't do it, how can it be so simple?"

"Your Uncle He's current work achievement is to maintain the stable production of the rolling mill; it can be said that in most of the country, there are still a stable production like the Red Star Rolling Mill, and there are really a small number of people who are making steady progress."

"If he takes the lead in favoritism, arranges people like me in work, and forcibly pays high wages, then the hearts of the entire rolling mill workers will not be reconciled."

"Now he, Deputy Director He, has a high reputation among the production workers. He is more effective than Director Li's words. It is because he understands production and because he does not play favoritism in this regard. Everyone trusts him."

"What about doing other jobs?" Sticky couldn't help asking.

"Cultural knowledge is not enough, and other levels are not enough... For other jobs, you either have to be assessed, or even if you don't, like a staff member, you have to be able to write, read books and letters, right?"

Qin Huairu said helplessly: "I don't even graduate from elementary school, that is, I have studied in literacy classes for a few days. How can this be possible?"

"So you still have to be a worker."

"Being a worker is good, it is an iron rice bowl passed down from generation to generation."

Xiao Dang said with a smile: "You can pass this iron job to Sophora Hua. My brother is a barber. I won't be a worker anyway."

Qin Huairu's gaze turned: "Let's talk about it later."

In the past few months, why have you worked so hard to read pictures and learn to read?

Isn't it just to get an iron rice bowl for He Ying, his own precious son?
Not to mention that Xiaodang and Huaihua don't want it, even if they really want it, Qin Huairu will definitely not give it to them.

……

In Dachunshu Alley, He Yuzhu came out from the courtyard and said goodbye to You Fengxia.

"Brother Yuzhu, the day after tomorrow is going to be a tough one... It's not easy for you to go to three places in one day and hurry up to celebrate the New Year."

You Fengxia said to He Yuzhu with a smile on her face.

He Yuzhu heard her words and knew that she was mocking herself.

He simply ignored her and turned around to leave.

He came here today to talk about the approximate time—just as You Fengxia said, the day after tomorrow is Chinese New Year, and everyone else is resting at home, so he really has to eat three Chinese New Year meals and spend time with a few people.

Siheyuan, there are Qinhuairu and Qinjingru.

There are Lou Xiaoe and You Fengqi in Dachunshu Hutong.

The rolling mill belongs to the academy, including Yu Li and Ran Qiuye.

This time really has to be a little bit staggered.

"My sister's mouth, is it sweet?" You Fengxia suddenly said.

He Yuzhu turned around in doubt, and said, "Do you think your sister's mouth is sweet? Maybe she's in a good mood when she's in a good mood, but if she's in a bad mood, those who shout for beating and killing can say good things?"

But You Fengxia smiled at him, and said: "I mean, my sister ate an apple before, is her mouth sweet or not?"

These words left He Yuzhu speechless.

"You... what do you think?"

"I always feel that you have too many minds, and you change every now and then. In the past year, your attitude has changed several times. I can't even guess what you have in mind."

You Fengxia smiled, but said nothing, went back to the yard and closed the door.

What kind of medicine is sold in this gourd...

He Yuzhu really couldn't figure it out - the key point is that You Fengxia just smiled and talked, and after speaking, she left with a smile.

He Yuzhu didn't feel that she was hostile or malicious, and it didn't seem like she was repelling herself, and wanted to separate herself and You Fengqi.

So, what did she mean when she asked her sister if her mouth was sweet?
Just want to tell me, saw us kiss?
Is not this nonsensical?He Yuzhu knew about her and Lou Xiao'e's peeking tricks from the very beginning.

It's just that when I was with You Fengqi at the beginning, I didn't feel ashamed to scream, but I got used to it later, so I didn't scream anymore.

What is You Fengxia trying to do by saying this now?
While thinking about it, He Yuzhu went to the affiliated courtyard of the rolling mill.

In the courtyard, in the side room, You Fengxia walked in with a look of surprise.

"Brother Yu Zhu said just now that your mouth smells like apples? His nose is really good."

You Fengqi was sitting by the bed, adjusting her inner and outer clothes, when she heard this, her face was flushed.

Gritting his teeth and lowering his head: "Did he really tell you that?"

"Yeah." You Fengxia looked serious, as if strange, "Sister, how did you say he smelled it?"

"I do not know either!"

"When he comes next time, I'll let him know what an apple tastes like!"

You Fengqi gritted her teeth and said viciously.

……

As soon as He Yuzhu opened the door of the steel rolling factory, he saw Zhu Hong and Ran Qiuye helping Yu Li. The three of them seemed to want to work together to cook a meal.

However, from He Yuzhu's point of view, Ran Qiuye was barely helping, while Zhu Hong was just making trouble!
Seeing He Yuzhu coming, Zhu Hong ran over and said in a low voice, "Brother He, do you think that is all right?"

He Yuzhu said speechlessly, "Are you still thinking about it?"

"If something happened, it would have happened a long time ago. If it's not going well now, then it's nothing."

"Don't see me either, just say this first, it's the same as an underground staff meeting."

"Aren't I worried about you? This incident happened because you helped me!" Zhu Hong said, "Also, on the sixth day of the Chinese New Year, my parents will cook a good meal at home and wait for you. "

"You are not allowed to refuse. My mother will formally apologize to you at that time; let me tell you, this is a rare thing. My mother usually looks very talkative, but she never thinks she is right. I have never seen her." She apologized to others."

"It doesn't matter if it's me or my dad, she always has her own reasons and she will never apologize."

"This time I took the initiative to apologize to you, you really have a lot of face."

He Yuzhu nodded: "Okay, I know, I will definitely go then."

"That's right." Zhu Hong smiled, "You do it first, and I have to help Sister Yu Li..."

He Yuzhu hurriedly called her to stop: "Don't make trouble, there is no need for that."

Zhu Hong's eyes widened: "I'm going to help."

He Yuzhu emphasized very seriously: "You are just going to make trouble."