Rebirth of a chartered wife

Chapter 1 The official start of apprenticeship
1975, Nanshi, Qianjin Shoe Factory.

Fu Yunlai was with a dozen or so people, listening to the bald workshop director lecture in front.

This is the sewing apprentice that the master is willing to take this year. Although Fu Yunlai is not the youngest among them, he has been in the factory for the shortest time.

The director continued to lecture, and the people listening to him and the people in the workshop outside all paid attention to Fu Yunlai from time to time.

This person was the one who had only been in the factory for a month, but happened to meet her master who was also qualified to lead an apprentice. She must have been lucky enough to become one of this group of real apprentices!

After nearly an hour, the bald director finally finished his lecture, and the dozen or so people immediately dispersed to several groups in the sewing workshop.

Among them, there are three people in the second group of the sewing workshop where Fu Yunlai works, and one of them got the opportunity after working as an apprentice for three years.

She rushed forward quickly, but even so, the old worker who was sure to lead her this time cursed impatiently.

Hearing that another girl who had only been here less than a year with Fu Yunlai also quickly quickened her pace.

Fu Yunlai also hurriedly came to Zuo Cuixiang. When he saw the stool that had been kicked aside, he looked helplessly at Du Daidi next to him, and without saying anything, he pulled it back and sat down.

Zuo Cuixiang kept her hands on the sewing machine. On both sides of the sewing machine were materials for toes and tongues. She finished sewing one shoe without looking at it. She touched it casually with her left and right hands and took out materials for another shoe.

It took less than a second to align both sides of the mouth, and then immediately started to step on the sewing machine. The whole process was a smooth process.

This is not the first time Fu Yun Lai has watched it, but every time he has watched it, he has been extremely impressed.

Without any delay, she took down the semi-finished products that Zuo Cuixiang had stacked on the sewing machine, cut off the threads and stacked them neatly.

Zuo Cuixiang wanted to squeeze out time to teach Fu Yunlai, and she didn't stop until she ran out of thread in the sewing machine. Taking the opportunity to change the coil, she asked Fu Yunlai about his situation.

When she heard that the workshop director had lectured them, Zuo Cuixiang curled her lips slightly, but didn't say anything.

After the materials she received today were almost finished, Zuo Cuixiang motioned to Fu Yunlai to sit in front of the sewing machine.

Fu Yunlai knows how to use a sewing machine. Her sister-in-law was given one as a dowry when she got married, so she learned it very early.

Of course, they are definitely not as neat as the old workers in the sewing workshop.

However, under Zuo Cuixiang's guidance, Fu Yunlai reviewed the basics of using a sewing machine.

Just when she was clumsily getting ready to work, another shout came from not far away: "Are you a pig? You can't even thread a thread? How can you still get your finger pricked by the needle of a sewing machine? You're bleeding all over the material." It’s so dirty! It’s true! I’ve never met an idiot like you in the 20 or [-] years I’ve been in the factory!”

"I...I...I didn't do it..." The words hidden in the crying were so intermittent that it was almost inaudible.

"You haven't done it? Who hasn't done it before? Cry, cry, cry, you still have the nerve to cry..." The rough voice sounded again.

Some people around her were trying to persuade her not to be so cruel, while others were telling the crying girl to go to the factory infirmary to have her fingers checked first.

Zuo Cuifang, who was also attracted by the excitement there, came back to her senses and quickly called Fu Yun to come to work: "Don't worry about them, let's continue to do ours!"

Du Daidi next to him curled his lips in disdain: "You have to be more careful, otherwise there will be another one who pricks his finger, and that will be a joke!"

Zuo Cuifang replied without raising her head: "When you first got on the sewing machine, you pricked your finger for three days in a row. I wasn't laughing at you either!"

"You...you..." Du Daidi was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he really didn't dare to confront Zuo Cuifang anymore, so she sneered at Fuyunlai and said angrily: "Young people nowadays really don't know how high the world is. , I’ve only been in the factory for a month, and I’m still thinking about sewing!”

"That is to say, I think I have a backer, and I don't look at other people in the factory. No one who has three or five years of work dares to work on the sewing machine, for fear of delaying the production of the factory!"

At the end of the sentence, Du Daidi raised his voice. Sure enough, many people immediately looked over.

Zuo Cuifang smiled coldly, "It's true that you can't get on a sewing machine for three to five years! But it's not uncommon for you to be unable to take on an apprentice in ten or eight years!"

"You are the only one who knows how to worry about the production in the factory? Why don't you work harder? You can at least teach two talents to the factory!"

After saying that, Zuo Cuifang stopped talking to Du Daidi.

Du Daidi's face became even more contorted because Zuo Cuifang refused to take her nephew. He glanced at Fu Yunlai who was ready to start working with resentment, and then Du Daidi continued to work bitterly. .

Zuo Cuifang looked at Fu Yunlai who had been prepared encouragingly, indicating that she could start.

Fu Yunlai took a deep breath, put aside all the messy thoughts, and started to work.

But as Fu Yunlai started to stitch, she suddenly discovered that there was an extra screen above the sewing machine.

The screen is about the size of a mobile phone screen placed horizontally, a bit like the image projected by a projector.

A few lines of words appeared clearly on the screen. Fu Yunlai took a closer look:
"The career employment system was successfully launched!"

"Task 1: Successfully sign up to learn a skill (career). Completion: experience*1, money*1, reward coil*[-]."

"Task 1: Successfully complete ten times of sewing (daily continuous task). Completion: experience*1, money*1, reward rag*[-]."

"Come on, don't be afraid, just start stepping on the sewing machine. Even if the car breaks down, it's just a matter of removing the thread and starting over!" Zuo Cuifang's voice rang in Fu Yunlai's ears again.

She instantly came back to her senses from the sudden appearance of the screen, and without caring about anything else, she quickly lowered her head and started working on her job seriously.

It wasn't until she finished carving three shoe tongues in a row that she stopped at Zuo Cuifang's signal.

Zuo Cuifang personally helped Fu Yunlai cut off the newly turned shoe tongue. She looked at the margins and thread routing, starting and tightening the stitches, and nodded with satisfaction:
"The quality is okay, but it's just this speed. I still need to practice hard. Don't be proud!"

As she said this, she seemed to have remembered something, and with a half-smile, she handed the tongues of her shoes to Du Daidi on the side, as well as to the people opposite and on the other side, and said with a smile:

"This is also the first time Xiaolai has used a sewing machine. Although his performance is not particularly good, it is still good enough. Please help me take a look and make corrections by the way!"

Du Daidi gritted her teeth, wishing she could just tear up the thing Zuo Cuifang forced into her hands, but she didn't have the courage.

But at this time, the other two people looked at the shoe tongues in their hands carefully and commented very pertinently: "Cui Fang's requirements are too high. It's already very good that Xiaolai can get this quality for the first time on the sewing machine."

As she said that, she smiled encouragingly at Fu Yunlai.

As she was thinking about the screen that had been floating in front of her field of vision, Fu Yunlai had no intention of dealing with it and just lowered her head with a very embarrassed look.

(End of this chapter)