People rely on the aid money to live in the courtyard

Chapter 35 Smoking and drinking and living to 99
"I said boss, didn't you just smash that plate three months ago, why is it your turn again so soon?" The third mother asked with concern.

Speaking at the desk, Yan Jiecheng huddled together with his younger siblings and returned to the ranks of homework. He was a little impatient when he heard the voice of the third mother.

"Mom, can you stop asking? I still have to write something?"

The aunt stretched her neck and peeked over there, "Boss, what are you writing?"

Yan Jiecheng hastily pulled down a piece of paper covering it, blocking the line he was writing, and turned his head to glare at the third mother.

"Okay, okay, okay, I don't want to watch."

The third mother was a little dissatisfied, the child was grown up, and she had a secret, but soon her eyes lit up, and she asked with a smile: "Boss, are you talking about a girlfriend?"

"No! Can't you stop reading it? Or turn on the light to write in the middle of the night!" Yan Jiecheng said in a muffled voice.

"After ten o'clock, you have to pay to turn on the light!" The third master said indifferently.

Yan Jiecheng curled his lips angrily, and shouted in a deep voice, "Mom!"

"Okay! I don't want to read it, can I? Mysteriously, I don't know a few words!" The third mother walked a few steps away, but still glanced at it secretly.

The third master seemed a little disappointed and said: "I thought Yi Chuanzong could learn from me, but I didn't expect him to enter the rolling mill so quickly."

Then he turned his head and asked, "Boss, you are in the same workshop as Yi Chuanzong, let me ask you, how is he doing in the factory?"

The corner of Yan Jiecheng's mouth twitched. If it wasn't because he thought that Yi Chuanzong had just come here, Director Wang might have arranged for him a relatively easy job. He wouldn't be writing a review now, and he would have to swing a big hammer for six days later!

"It's okay, he's quite used to in the factory, it's not like you don't know him, he's so strong!"

The third master nodded, and said: "That's right, eating so much in one meal, you must have great strength, and it's not surprising that you can work quickly."

"Old man, isn't it a loss for us? You didn't eat the good things, and you gave ten catties of books later." The third mother said quickly.

The third master sneered, and said, "Loss? How could I lose? At most, Lao Yi has attended literacy classes. How many words can he know? At most, he can only know the words on the workpiece."

"If you really want to learn some culture, will you have to come here sooner or later? Don't worry, even if the kid who passed on the clan doesn't come here by himself, Lao Yi will definitely let him come to study. Look at the young people now, how many people are there?" An illiterate?"

The third mother nodded, feeling that what the third master said made sense.

Yan Jiecheng was one year older than Yi Chuanzong, and at least had a junior high school education level. He spent a lot of effort to become an apprentice in the third rolling mill, which was considered relatively good among those classmates.

If Yi Chuanzong didn't have the help of his uncle, he wouldn't even be able to enter the third rolling mill.

Biting the penholder hard, Yan Xiecheng's eyes showed a little envy, what's the use of reading, writing a review?

Having a good body is the capital. Yi Chuanzong can finish the work that can only be done after a day of exhaustion, and he still has the strength to do other things.

……

A regular life always seems to pass very quickly, and Yi Chuanzong has been in the factory for four days.

Not surprisingly, his name spread very quickly in the factory.

Most of them said that he ate more, some people who were jealous of the uncle's salary directly said that he raised a poor man, a few said that Yi Chuanzong was stronger, and a dozen or so workers in the same workshop praised him for his hard work.

Of course, Yi Chuanzong didn't care about these voices, he ate and drank as he wanted.

For example, now, he wanted to challenge himself to eat a steamed bun with Lianghe noodles in one go, but he choked on it, so he could only quickly pick up the water glass beside him and gulp down a few mouthfuls.

"Slow down! I won't fight you!" The uncle rolled his eyes.

Yi Chuanzong still eats with the uncle now, and when he and his co-workers came to the entrance of the cafeteria, they said something was up. It has been four days, and the reason has not been changed, because they are not in the same group for eating!

"Master, you didn't rob me, but my aunt's pickled vegetables are so delicious, I can't help but want to taste it!" Yi Chuanzong replied after swallowing with difficulty.

The uncle just lowered his head and smiled while picking up the rice, "Don't tell me that, go home and tell your aunt."

Yi Chuanzong smiled embarrassingly, but he was thinking about it. The problem is that the big mother seems to have reached a certain mysterious stage and awakened to a strange state. When she sees him, she wants to nag a few words.

"What work are you doing today?" Seeing that he was silent, the uncle asked casually.

"I did the grinding in the morning, but I don't know about the work in the afternoon." Yi Chuanzong ate half a steamed bun in one bite. It was more suitable for him to eat half at a time, and it was a bit reluctant to eat one at a time.

Yi Zhonghai nodded, "How are you doing?"

Yi Chuanzong raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's okay, a little accident happened."

"Oh?" Yi Zhonghai was a little surprised. This nephew of his was full of confidence in doing any job. "It's okay" is not a good evaluation. He hasn't made any mistakes for several days. Why did he come here and have an accident.

"What's the matter? Grinding those workpieces? How many were scrapped?"

Yi Chuanzong rolled his eyes, "Master, can you think of something better? Although I am not an eighth-level fitter, I can't be so sloppy in my work!"

Yi Zhonghai put down his chopsticks and smiled, "Okay, then tell me what happened."

Yi Chuanzong said carelessly: "It's nothing, it's just that I found myself a little obsessive-compulsive. I didn't grind those workpieces for him, but only half of the grinding. The pieces are all qualified products, and there is no need for secondary fine grinding."

"Stinky boy, you still put it on with me! Do you want me to measure the accuracy for you?" Yi Zhonghai said angrily.

Yi Chuanzong also put down the chopsticks in his hand, "Master, you really don't believe me, the precision of my finely ground workpiece is absolutely fine, this is the task of the public, and you can't joke about work!"

"Ha ha!"

Yi Zhonghai smiled happily and asked, "How about today's lunch? Do you want to add another one?"

Yi Chuanzong smiled shyly and said, "No need, no need, the pickles prepared by the aunt are enough, and even if you want to add more, is the meal ticket you brought at noon today enough? If you are not full, in fact, I am here There are still votes."

After Yi Chuanzong finished speaking, he quickly leaned back, and in front of his eyes, a pair of chopsticks fell from the sky and hit the plate with a crisp sound.

Winking at his uncle, Yi Chuanzong smiled and said, "Master, eat, eat, I'm not full yet!"

Yi Zhonghai didn't hit him once, and he didn't hit him again. Seeing Yi Chuanzong eating there with his head buried, he couldn't help laughing.

Indeed, even if he wants to buy it, he has no money or tickets in his pocket, and now the family's financial power is completely in the hands of the aunt!

"Tomorrow, I'll bring some more. We're really missing a little for the two dishes."

Yi Chuanzong rolled his eyes, and said mercilessly: "Come on, you. The smell of cigarettes on your body has faded these two days, and you don't drink at night. Just your little coffers, that is, one Aunt closed her eyes and pretended she didn’t see it, isn’t taking some of it the same as touching your life?”

"I'll go to the assessment at the beginning of next month. By then, all your smokers and alcoholics will be back. Smoking and drinking~ live to 99! It's still the same as your salary!"

At the end, Yi Chuanzong sang, shaking a chopstick in his hand.

"Stop yelling! Finish your meal quickly and go to work early! You can't stop your mouth after eating!"

Yi Zhonghai smiled gratifiedly. The child observed very carefully and could see their efforts, but he couldn't help scolding him when he said these words.

(End of this chapter)