The Boss of the Yan Family in Siheyuan

Chapter 1 1958 years

In 1958, early winter.

South Luogu Lane, Sijiu City.

In the evening, Yan Jiecheng hurried into a courtyard.

I saw him enter the gate, bypass the screen wall, and enter the wing on the left.

"mom"

Yan Jiecheng yelled at the woman who was cooking in the room, then took out his hands from his sleeves and leaned against the coal stove to warm them up.

Yan's mother was only in her thirties, with short hair.The upper body is wearing a short gray cotton jacket, and the lower part is a pair of wide pants of the same cloth color, and there are several patches of different shapes.

"Boss, work is over. Is today the last day?" Mother Yan asked casually without raising her head.

Without waiting for Yan Jiecheng to reply, he said again: "Have you paid your wages yet? Remember the living expenses at home."

Yan Jiecheng said unhappily: "You two really know how to calculate, and your own son has to pay for living expenses."

"It's alright if you don't know how to calculate after raising you guys? You've already started earning money yourself, and you still don't pay your family living expenses."

Yan Jiecheng argued: "I'm just a part-time job. The railway over there has been completely dismantled, and no one will be needed after the street notice. If you really want living expenses, you and my dad will find me a serious job. I guarantee that every month Hand over ten dollars."

"You are so beautiful, it's not bad to leave you five yuan a month, and you can also hand in ten yuan."

The mother and son chattered for a while, then Yan Jiecheng went to the side room next to the side room.

The room is not big, about ten square meters, with a bunk bed and some sundries inside, making it very cramped.

Yan Jiecheng took out a wooden box under the bed, took out the money inside, put it in his pocket together, and counted it.

"93 yuan and 4 cents, three months, this year is not too short." Yan Jiecheng talked to himself, thinking about his own three months.

I was originally a track engineer in my later life, and was exhausted during an emergency rescue.I came here after waking up, the Forty-Nine City in 1958.

The key point is not the serious historical time and space, but the world of the film and television drama 'Love is full of courtyard houses'.I became a character in the play, the boss of the third grandpa's family—Yan Jiecheng.

Yan Jiecheng graduated from junior high school this year, did not enter high school, let alone technical secondary school, and did not have a serious job, so he had to do odd jobs.

Fortunately, during this period of time, the railway bureau dismantled the ring railway and recruited a large number of workers. Only then did they work steadily for three months.Because the construction period is very tight, the wages are generous, 26 yuan for 30 days a month.

But don't think that the salary given is higher than that of Yan Bugui, and he will also give two meals.

But dismantling old railways is really hard work. There is no mechanical work these days, it's all manpower.Picking up road ballast, resisting sleepers, and lifting rails are not only exhausting, but also fatal if you are not careful.

In his previous life, Yan Jiecheng, as a railway engineering professional, went to the construction site and did maintenance, and he suffered less than these three months.

In the days without construction machinery, work is really awesome!

Fortunately, it can be regarded as earning a huge sum of nearly [-] yuan.

In the evening, the family eats around the table.

Corn mush served with pickles, Yan Jie thought it was quite delicious at first.After the novelty, the stomach protested, and now I just feel sick when I see corn mush and Erhe noodles.

Other people's second noodles are a mixture of corn flour and wheat flour.His home is a mixture of cornmeal, sorghum or bean flour, and the ground is not finely ground, which really pulls the throat.

Hey~hey~ Yan Bugui sucked the corn paste and asked Yan Jiecheng: "Boss, your work over there is over? It's a pity, there are no Erhe noodles and steamed buns to eat. Go to the street tomorrow and ask if there is any other work. "

As expected of the third master, he was still thinking about Yan Jiecheng's steamed buns on the construction site.

"It's not interesting to work odd jobs, why don't you find me a job." Yan Xiecheng said preemptively.

Just seeing Yan Bugui's expression, it was obvious that he wanted to talk about living expenses.

"This, this, so many people in the family need to eat, how can there be money to find a job. You start to pay the living expenses for the family this month, ten yuan a month, no less." Don't let go.

Yan Jiecheng said unhappily: "Dad, you are really good at calculating. Ten yuan is enough to feed two people for a month. That's still Dun Dun Er He Noodle steamed buns." Then he pointed to the corn paste in the bowl: "Just you Three dollars is the best."

"Why did you talk to your dad, kid? What happened to the cornbread? If it wasn't for your dad and I to plot, have your cornbuck to eat?" The third mother pointed to the direction of the backyard and said, "You were born in 42 years, so the food One price a day, doesn't count as living? You four brothers and sisters, me and your dad are all pulling together. Look at how many people in this courtyard are...hey..."

The three mothers let out a long sigh and did not speak.

The third master continued: "Those years were chaotic. In the troubled times, you sold your sons and daughters, and they exchanged children for food. So, what's wrong with my calculations? What are you calculations for in order to live?"

Hearing this, Yan Jiecheng also understood the third master.Although life is much better now.But the calculating character cannot be changed.

Hearing the words of the third master who were both true and false, Yan Jiecheng finally compromised with the third master and paid ten yuan a month for living expenses.Of course, the premise is to find a job.

Silent all night.

Early the next morning, Yan Jiecheng wrapped himself in a cotton coat and headed towards the street office.

After a while, I arrived at the 6 courtyard house where the street office is located.At first glance, it looks like a courtyard with two entrances, and the staff come and go, which seems very busy.

There were also a few office workers pushing bicycles, which Yan Xiecheng was extremely envious of.

Stamping his feet, he hurried to the front while Director Wang was free.

"Good morning, Director." Yan Jiecheng hurriedly greeted him.

When Director Wang saw him, he smiled and said, "It's you, did you have anything to do with Aunt Wang this morning?"

"No, I haven't found a job since I graduated from junior high school. I've been working part-time jobs. Recently, the part-time jobs are gone. Come to the street to see if there are any jobs here." Yan Xiecheng hurriedly explained his purpose.

Director Wang took out a notebook from the drawer, opened it and read it carefully for a while.He closed the notebook and said, "I have a few here."

After a pause, he continued: "There is a cotton spinning factory that recruits apprentices, and there is a third rolling mill that recruits electricians and linemen. Electricians need an electrician certificate."

Yan Jiecheng was overjoyed when he heard this.

Electrician, lineman, he can do it all!

You must know that although he was an engineer in later generations, he also worked as a line worker at the beginning.

From mid-level workers to senior workers to technicians, they passed the exam all the way.Later, he was responsible for the training and grade examination of line workers.So the job of the lineman is in his hands.

Electricians are not bad either.

Not to mention that he has studied construction electricity and other courses, but also for subsidies, he took the high-voltage and low-voltage electrician senior engineer certificates respectively.

For this era when the per capita illiteracy is about equal, it must be extremely suitable to be an electrician.

After a few thoughts flashed through his mind, Yan Jiecheng said to Director Wang, "Aunt Wang, is there an electrician exam this year?"

(End of this chapter)