Siheyuan: Start with a Truck Driver

Chapter 270

Two o'clock in the morning, one o'clock with Zhou Papi.

Mrs. Jia Zhang, a manure digger, got up to smear.

She turned on the light bulb, put on a thick cotton jacket and cotton trousers.

With a stoop, he took Lao Jia's worn-out felt hat out of the bedside cabinet and put it on his head.

Looking at the darkness outside the window, and listening to the 'huhu' wind, she cursed fiercely: "Wang Weidong, a little thief, dare to play with my old woman like this, in the future, you must be like silly Zhu, a dead banker."

At this time, Qin Huairu on the big kang was also awakened.

She remained silent, squinting her eyes and pretending to be asleep, seeing Jia Zhang staggering open the door and going out, she felt extremely beautiful in her heart.

Digging out dung is not a good job, Jia Zhang might die there!

Well, it's best to die, so that I can marry Brother Weidong.

Brother Weidong said that he didn't like me.

I have three children for him, can he be willing?
Now it is the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the north wind is bitter.

Rao Jiazhang was wrapped up like a bear, and as soon as she went out, the cold wind pierced through her collar like a knife, and slashed across her old skin, making her shiver uncontrollably.

Wrapping his collar tightly and stomping his feet, Mrs. Jia Zhang walked under the big pagoda tree.

Under the big locust tree, the dung collector Yi Zhonghai was pacing back and forth with his hands in his sleeves.

He was also dressed like a bear, with a military overcoat, a thick felt hat, and leather boots on his feet.

Why hasn't this old godly woman come yet? She'll be late later.

Seeing Jia Zhang's figure, Yi Zhonghai rushed forward, "Old sister-in-law, let's hurry up, you might be punished if you go late!"

Mrs. Jia Zhang spat: "It's all your old man's fault. If you hadn't lied to my old lady, would I be able to work as a manure digger with me?"

"You're such an old bastard, you cheated my daughter-in-law, and you cheat me again, you're just a donkey."

Yi Zhonghai ignored her and strode out of the courtyard.

If you are late on the first day of work, you will definitely be cleaned up.

This time, Jiazhang panicked, and she hurriedly followed behind.

The two came to the cleaning team with one foot deep and one shallow foot. Once inside, they could smell the strong smell of excrement.

"Are you new comrades?" A rough-faced man stood up from behind the desk and greeted him enthusiastically.

"I'm Yi Zhonghai, an eighth-level fitter in the rolling mill, and this is Mrs. Jia Zhang." Yi Zhonghai tried his best to maintain the dignity of the master.

Level [-] fitter?

The rough-faced man had a slight smile on his face: "I am Fang Wanshan, the captain of the cleaning team. This is your first time here, so I don't care about you."

"In the cleaning team, there are no men, no women, and no eighth-level fitters, only excrement collectors!
Your job is to use dung spoons, or your hands, to take out the dung from the septic tank and transport it outside the city!

If anyone dares to kick a child with me, I can't spare him! "

The rough-faced man's tone was not heavy, but it contained an unquestionable aura.

Yi Zhonghai and Jia Zhangshi lowered their heads awkwardly.

At this time, a one-eyed man walked in with a cold wind, looked up and down around the two of them like looking at animals, and said contemptuously: "Captain, these two things are sent from above, how can there be so many cesspit?" Finished?"

The rough-faced man sneered: "They can't finish the cleaning, so they are not allowed to go off work. Our cleaning team is a model team in the district, and there is no task that cannot be completed."

"If anyone tries to embarrass our cleaning crew, I'll throw him in the cesspit and let him drink up."

Hearing the conversation between the two, Yi Zhonghai and Jia Zhangshi trembled with fear.

This kind of thing, the people in the cleaning team can really do it.

"Okay, Ma San, quickly distribute tools to them." Fang Wanshan said impatiently.

"Two uncles and aunts, come with me! I really don't know which god you have offended, and you are assigned to the excrement team."

Ma San led the two of them to the side house.

Ten minutes later, Jia Zhang came to the back of a small alley carrying the dung spoon and Yi Zhonghai pushing the dung cart.

The alley was pitch black and the ground was full of potholes.

After Yi Zhonghai pushed the dung cart to the front of the cesspit, he was so tired that he couldn't straighten up, and he gasped heavily.

Jia Zhang took a flashlight and swiped it at Yi Zhonghai's face: "Immortal, you can't even move the empty car, what should we do when it is full of dung later?"

She spit out: "Did you run out of strength on Qin Huairu?"

Yi Zhonghai didn't care about getting dirty, and leaned on the dung truck, tilting his head and making excuses: "Old sister-in-law, listen to what you said? Comrade Qin Huairu is my apprentice, and we are innocent."

"Yeah, I don't want to argue with you." Mrs. Jia Zhang began to work with a septic spoon, "Today we divided five large cesspools, and we can only go home when we are done."

Yi Zhonghai rested for 2 minutes, then stood up to help.

The two of them only worked for a while, and realized that this was not a human job at all.

Not to mention the fishy smell in the cesspool.

There are also a lot of debris, such as bricks, pants, and tree branches.

If these debris cannot be cleared out, there is no way to load the dung into the dung truck.

But there is no way, the task cannot be completed, and there is no rest.

Jia Zhangshi and Yi Zhonghai started to work together, holding the dung spoon to fish out the sundries.

"Old man, I didn't expect you to have two strengths." Jia Zhang was panting from exhaustion.

Regardless of the stench, she unbuttoned her cotton mask and gasped for breath.

"Of course, I thought I was one of two workers during the Great War." Yi Zhonghai said, his eyes fell on Jia Zhang's face.

Not to mention, the Jia Zhang family has been pampered all these years.

The small face is white and chubby, and it doesn't look like a person in his 50s at all.

Maybe it's because of getting older, Yi Zhonghai's mouth has become heavier, he always feels that Jia Zhang's taste is better than Qin Huairu's.

Jia Zhang also noticed Yi Zhonghai's unusual gaze, and she felt a burst of fire in her heart.

Lao Jia has been gone for more than ten years.

The past ten years have been difficult for a woman.

Moreover, Yi Zhonghai is an eighth-level fitter, and he earns more than 90 yuan a month.

If he can get rid of the big mother and marry Yi Zhonghai, then he will be able to guarantee his retirement in the future.

Anyway, the stick stem, Xiaodang and Sophora japonica are all Yi Zhonghai's species.

Send him another daughter-in-law, he should be overjoyed from ear to ear.

As for Qin Huairu, when Yi Zhonghai and I get married, we will kick him out.

Jia's house was allocated to Lao Jia by the rolling mill.Jia Zhang's name is written on the title deed.

The two of them held each other like this, standing by the cesspit, holding a big dung spoon, you look at me, I look at you.

It wasn't until they were awakened by the sound of a rooster crowing in the distance that they came back to their senses and turned their heads, "Work! Work!"

The two of them had never done such a dirty and tiresome job. It took only one morning to clean up two large cesspools.

Ma San, the team leader who came to inspect the work, was very dissatisfied when he saw that there were only three barrels of manure on the manure truck.

He widened his only eye and said viciously, "Aren't you trying to be lazy and cut yourself off from the crowd by doing your work so perfunctorily?"

"I tell you, if you want to play tricks with Ma San, I, Ma San, will let you know how many eyes Lord Ma has."

When Yi Zhonghai and Jia Zhang heard this, they looked at Ma San's only eyes and almost laughed out loud.

This time, Ma San was even annoyed.

He asked people to pour the dung into the septic tank, and sneered twice: "Go to work, and you are not allowed to eat if you don't finish."

Yi Zhonghai and Jia Zhang were dumbfounded when they saw that it had turned back into five large cesspools.

But in the face of the fierce Ma San, they knew that the way of moral kidnapping and crying for poverty in the past was useless at all.

I could only cry with a sad face, picked up the dung spoon and started to do it.

It wasn't until sunset that the two men cleared three large cesspools.

Jia Zhang couldn't take it any longer and didn't eat all day.

Coupled with the fact that she has been working, she is already hungry.

"Old Yi, I can't do it, I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore."

She squatted down on the boulder, lifted the mask with her dirty hands, and gasped for breath.

Yi Zhonghai is not much better either, he did his best when he was young.

As an eighth-level fitter these years, apprentices do heavy work. As a master, he only needs to give pointers.

In addition, Jia Zhang didn't work hard at all, and he cleaned up more than half of the cesspools.

Right now, Yi Zhonghai's whole body was sore and he couldn't move anymore, so he squatted next to Jia Zhang.

Then, he turned his head and saw that there was no one at the entrance of the alley, so he took out two cornbreads from his pocket.

Seeing the cornbread, Jia Zhang's eyes turned green, and he grabbed one, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it.

The cornbread was very cold, and Jiazhang took a lot of effort to bite off a piece.

Even so, it didn't prevent her from praising Yi Zhonghai: "Old Yi, you have the foresight and know to bring some dry food."

Yi Zhonghai gnawed on the cornbread, smiled wryly and shook his head: "You think Wang Weidong is not prepared for bringing us here?"

Jiazhang thought that the reason for this misfortune was all thanks to Wang Wei, she spat fiercely: "Wang Weidong, this little thief, will be like Sha Zhu in the future, he will also be a bankrupt!"

They were cursing, but there was nothing they could do. After eating the cornbread, the two could only struggle to stand up and continue digging out excrement.

They knew that Ma San was not joking.

On the other side, the Red Star Rolling Mill.

With Wang Weidong coming forward to help Yu Juhua and Ding Qiushan handle the transfer procedures, the relevant departments naturally gave the green light all the way.

Although the old director of the machinery factory was reluctant to let Ding Qiushan go, but seeing the red document presented by Wang Weidong, he could only bury his opinions and dissatisfaction in his heart.

In addition, the old factory manager also heard from Tong Zhi that the No.11 workshop may become the starting point of the rise of Huaxia Industry.

The wages of temporary workers in the workshop are higher than those of regular workers.

Whether public or private, the old factory manager couldn't stop him.

Wang Weidong led the two of them to the door of the No.11 workshop, where the silly dog ​​was squatting under the big pagoda tree, squinting his eyes and sleeping.

Since rescuing Ding Qiunan last time, Shagou's treatment has also risen sharply, and his food has changed from black corn buns to white flour steamed buns.

Of course, Shagou knew that all of this was thanks to Wang Weidong.

It heard Wang Weidong's footsteps, and hurriedly wagged its tail and came up.

The silly dog's movements and anthropomorphic expression made Yu Juhua amazed again and again: "What a clever dog, Director Wang, did you raise this?"

Last night, after Ding Boren learned that they would also join the No.11 workshop, he did not raise any objections.

It is just that they are required to address Wang Weidong as 'workshop director' in the factory.

Wang Weidong bent down and touched Gouzi's head, and said with a smile, "That's right, I picked it up on the road."

Ding Qiushan was curious: "Then what's its name?"

Wang Weidong stood up straight: "Silly dog!"

Ding Qiushan:
For Chrysanthemum:
The three entered the No.11 workshop, and the workers in the workshop were busy.

Thousands of square meters of warehouses are divided into several small workshops.

In the front is the sewing workshop, where temporary workers are rushing to make warm stickers on the sewing machines.

In the middle is the assembly workshop. Gu Balevel and a group of eighth-level masters are busy making hydraulic boosters.

At the end is the production line.The pipeline is being built.

Under the command of Niu Zhijun, installers wearing steel helmets used suspension bridges to install huge mechanical parts together.

Ding Qiushan felt a little dizzy looking at the scene in front of him.

The No.11 workshop has gone beyond the general sense of the workshop.

Is it true that, as the old factory manager said, this may be the starting point of the rise of China's industry?
Ding Qiushan turned his head to look at Wang Weidong. Although this handsome man can be called a handsome man, how could he have such great energy!
At this time, Niu Zhijun also noticed the young guy beside Wang Weidong. He took off his gloves and strode over.

"Weidong, who is this?"

"This is Comrade Ding Qiushan, the former team leader of the machinery factory. He has a deep understanding of machinery and production lines." Wang Weidong introduced with a smile, "He will be your deputy in the future, and he will cooperate with you in managing the workshop."

Ding Qiushan?Surname Ding?

Niu Zhijun immediately understood that this must be a relative of Ding Qiunan.

In the eyes of modern people, this may be a bit suspected of pulling relatives.

However, this is an era when fathers and sons are in battle, and Niu Zhijun doesn't think there is anything wrong with Wang Weidong's approach.

Instead, I was excited to have a mechanical expert.

He held Ding Qiushan's hand tightly: "Comrade Ding, it's good if you come, you don't know, I'm so worried these days. Weidong must let me manage the workshop, but I'm a big bastard and don't understand anything ah."

"Come and see if the position of the shifter is suitable?"

Niu Zhijun couldn't wait to drag Ding Qiushan to the production line.

Seeing that Ding Qiushan was already at work, Wang Weidong had someone call Zhang Dahua over again.

"Comrade Zhang Dahua, this is Comrade Yu Juhua, she will belong to your quality inspection team from now on."

Wang Weidong didn't explain too much, Zhang Dahua looked up and down Yu Chrysanthemum with a big belly, and he understood.

Quality inspection is a good job in the No.11 workshop. The daily work is to carefully check the warm treasure stickers made by the temporary workers.

Easy work and good pay.

Generally, only those old employees can do it. Newcomers like Yu Juhua can do quality inspections when they enter the workshop.

There must be someone behind that.

Zhang Dahua eagerly took Yu Juhua's hand: "Sister Juhua, let's go, my sister-in-law will explain to you, in your situation, you can't be tired if you have a baby in your belly."

After finishing the work of the two of them, Wang Weidong wandered into the office, just about to hold a high-level meeting.

Ding Qiunan, who had just finished inspecting the workshop, came in. She poured an enamel jug of boiling water for Wang Weidong and brought it in front of him.

Whispered: "Sister-in-law Chrysanthemum is a quality inspector, it's fine, after all, she has worked as a textile worker, so she is quick."

"However, you asked Qiushan to assist Big Brother Niu, isn't that a bit out of the norm? The comrades in the workshop will have opinions."

Wang Weidong picked up the enamel mug, took a sip, and then said with a smile: "Who has an opinion, let him come to me?"

"You really learn exactly like a bastard!" Seeing that Wang Weidong didn't care, Ding Qiunan shook his head and walked quickly out of the workshop.

She was going to tell Ding Qiushan to make him have a good relationship with the comrades in the workshop.

If Wang Weidong lost face if he didn't do well, that would be bad.

Wang Weidong looked at her disappearing back, smiled wryly and shook his head.

This silly woman really doesn't understand the art of power at all.

Before the wind blows, those disaffected people jump out.

It's better than that, after the wind blows, they hide behind and shoot back.

(End of this chapter)