Daily life in the courtyard

Chapter 51
Growth is a war against self.

Only by being able to examine and adjust your own direction at any time can you show your wisdom and strength.

Half a year later when the big strides are in full swing, when the country's hot dish called down-to-earth is mixed with the condiment of Gao Qiyuan...

The taste has turned into something wrong.

Wei Pingan doesn't know about other places in the whole country, but it feels so awkward to come back after 6 days after jumping out of the rolling mill.

The workers in the workshop were exhausted and still cheering each other on.

Walking in the factory, passers-by were in a hurry, shouting slogans loudly, but the spirit was long gone.

The state of the entire workshop is like hurrying up when there is work, and looking for work when there is no work. In short, you can't let yourself be idle.

Originally, promoting production is benign, producing for the sake of production.

Now it's more like forcing myself to persevere for the sake of comparison, in order not to make myself look more slack.

Endurance is indeed a rare quality in a person.

In many people's lives, or due to fate, or wasting half of their lives with regrets, the spoken words that they are used to speaking are if I were...

People's IQ may be divided into good and bad from birth, but they are all defeated by lack of endurance, not IQ.

However, if the direction is wrong, the longer you persist, the farther you will be from the truth.

like now.

Wei Ping'an could clearly feel that a deformity was forming among the workers.

Maybe in the next second, or the day after tomorrow, or in a few years or decades... as long as there is one person in the crowd who dares to puncture this layer of paper at the risk of disaster.

Everything can become the emperor's new clothes.

But, they are all insisting.

Wei Ping'an knew that it wouldn't be long before someone with great perseverance and ability would stand up and turn things around.

Really small body with big energy.

"Okay, listen to me when the work in hand is done."

Wei Pingan stopped the three apprentices who were looking around for work like vicious dogs, and called them to his side.

"Just now I have been watching you busy. You are already proficient in what you have learned before. Next, let's learn something new and master a higher level before we can continue to contribute to social progress..."

It was Wei Ping'an's decision to train and improve the three apprentices a long time ago.

Even if there is no grade assessment and no way to increase income, it is still necessary to plan ahead.

After the grade assessment is resumed next year, it will be canceled again in the future. We must seize the opportunity during this period to maximize the benefits of several of our apprentices.

The level of the three apprentices varies from good to bad. On the whole, Ding Lijun has barely reached the threshold of a fifth-level fitter.

Anyang was slightly worse. Although he was the slowest to learn and had the shortest time to become a fitter, he was Wei Ping'an's apprentice from the very beginning. It was like a blank sheet of paper. With Wei Ping'an as a master, his progress was naturally not the same as others.

Zhang Baoqiang was quick-witted and his skills were the worst, but if he was assessed suddenly today, it would be easy for him to reach the fourth-level fitter.

The four masters and apprentices are working hard silently, waiting for the moment when the morning sun rises, to amaze everyone.

There are three apprentices in one school, the last is a fourth-level worker, and triple jump in two years, I ask you if you are afraid.

At noon when the bell rang for leaving get off work, Ding Lijun stopped the clerk in his hands, feeling a little unsatisfied.

Just now the master Wei Ping'an's explanation is easy to understand. He had worked very hard a few days ago, but he was able to complete it smoothly and lightly by changing the angle and method. The feeling of breakthrough made him want to stop.

"Okay, it's too late, eat first, rest at noon, and have energy to continue in the afternoon."

Wei Pingan took out the lunch box, and the master and apprentice went to the cafeteria together.

"Master, I'll go to warehouse No. 6 first..."

Anyang went to An Zhiyong for dinner.

"Okay, you go, I'll go see your father in two days."

Warehouse No. 6 is closer to Canteen No. 1. Wei Pingan, Ding Lijun, and Zhang Baoqiang went to Canteen No. [-], which is the canteen where Shazhu is located.

Line up, waiting for dinner.

Looking at the fair scales and fair bowls in several windows, Wei Pingan couldn't help laughing.

"Master, if you want to talk about it, it's you. In the past, there were as many cooks in the cafeteria as there were as many cooks. See who didn't like it. It was either a clear soup with little water or a small amount of vegetable soup. Cooking at the window, hehe, since I have this fair bowl and fair scale, I can hide and hide from this job of cooking..."

Zhang Baoqiang said with a smile.

"The cafeteria serves our workers, how can they handle it? Hey, by the way, why didn't you see He Yuzhu?"

"Sizhu is getting bullish now. Master, you don't know. Shazhu has a handicraft of Tan family dishes. I heard that Chef Cui had diarrhea two days ago. Shazhu was in charge of cooking a table of dishes for the leaders, and then he was called In the past, I gave a good compliment..."

He Yuzhu's fortunes come and go, no wonder he dared to play along with Yi Zhonghai a few days ago.

The canteen squad leader of the third canteen is Chef Cui, who has been in charge of cooking for more than ten years. He Yuzhu is his subordinate Qie Dun. A few days ago, he was unwell and missed cooking for the leader. As a result, He Yuzhu caught the opportunity and got into the eyes of the factory leaders. .

It's also stupid luck.

The Tan family cuisine is more particular about the ingredients, and that day happened to be the factory leaders entertaining colleagues from the metallurgical department.

He Yuzhu came out on top.

Now he is no longer an ordinary kitchen worker, but the second frying spoon in the back kitchen of Sancanteen.

He is already a well-known little master.

The girl who cooks rice seems to be a newcomer, with braids and a slightly big pancake face. Wei Pingan's surname is probably Liu, and her first name is Lan.

Ninety percent will not admit mistakes.

"Master, you are eating, I have to go out..."

Zhang Baoqiang ordered five Erhe noodles steamed buns and two servings of vegetables, and hurriedly told the chef for a leave of absence, and ran outside.

"What's the matter?"

Wei Pingan was a little confused.

"This guy may have a date. It's been several days in a row. He ran to the experimental workshop for dinner. He also came to our 3rd workshop at noon yesterday to look for Baoqiang. I heard that he is a recorder."

The recorder is unique to the experimental workshop, similar to the counting, distribution, and uploading assistants...

"Remember that Baoqiang is two years younger than you... You have to hurry up too. Do you have any clues? Do you want me to help you?"

While eating, Wei Pingan joked.

"Not... not yet, no hurry... um, no hurry..."

Ding Lijun, an old man, would be shy when talking about girls, and Wei Ping'an was startled.

After the meal, I made a cup of tea, and after a while, I went to work again.

Wei Pingan continued to teach the three apprentices new knowledge, and let them take turns to practice.

Every time one person practices, the other two will watch from the side, and Wei Ping'an will give pointers and corrections from time to time.

Time passed quickly, and a large part of the workers in the workshop cast envious eyes.

When most of the masters were still subconsciously hiding their skills, Wei Pingan felt that the apprentices were slow in learning.

Is there any reason?
Xu Hongbing strolled over and handed Wei Pingan a cigarette.

However, there was no smoking in the workshop, so Wei Pingan and Xu Hongbing wandered outside to relieve their fatigue.

After chatting for a while, Director Xu sent congratulations, and Wei Pingan returned the gift with gratitude.

No division, no special acquaintance.

Keep a certain distance, but not alienated.

That's great.

When the off-duty bell rang, Wei Pingan got up and patted the ashes on his hands.

"get off work."

　Sorry for being late for the meeting...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)