I am a cripple in the Siheyuan. Who am I afraid of?

Chapter 18 There is a new director in factory logistics

Qin Huairu watched in surprise as Song Wu came from the small courtyard at the back and soon brought over a crucian carp and a dozen eggs in a basket.

Seeing her surprised expression, Song Wu couldn't help feeling a little proud.

Qin Huairu stretched out his hand to take the thing, but Song Wu easily dodged it.

"You can't take this home. As for the fish, don't worry, it's just for you to eat. Isn't this something that can be used to increase Xiaodang's ration? However, it can only be made here and cannot be taken home, otherwise I'm afraid It won't fall into your mouth. As for the eggs, I thought about it. From now on, if you come over every morning, I'll cook one for you."

Qin Huairu's face turned crimson because of what he said about the rations, but the look in her eyes when she looked at Song Wu had changed a little. There was some gratitude, some blame, and some very complicated things in it.

Qin Huairu just looked at Song Wu like this for a while without saying anything.

Song Wu thought he was unhappy because he didn't let her take the things home, so he quickly explained: "Isn't it all because of your lazy and greedy mother-in-law?"

"I know." Qin Huairu said in a low voice, "I just want to have something good for the little stick to eat. He is growing tall."

Song Wu smiled and thought for a while and said, "Where's BangGeng...forget it, I'll handle this matter, don't worry about it."

Qin Huairu looked at the expression on Song Wu's face carefully and saw that he didn't look like he was joking. He pursed his lips and paused for a while before saying: "Okay."

In the afternoon, apart from busying himself with various chores at home, Song Wu kept preparing his hand-cranked wheelchair.He estimated that in two days, he would be able to carry the frame to the steel rolling mill and find someone to help with the welding.

He was busy until after seven o'clock, and then he had time to brown the small crucian carp on both sides and stew it in the pot.

Not long after, Qin Huairuo came over as promised.

The next morning, when Banggeng was going to school and passed by Song Wu's open shop, Song Wu stopped him.

"Banggan, come here." Song Wu tossed two fruit candies in his hand.

Banggeng, who had a nonchalant look on his face and opened his mouth to call me lame, immediately changed his expression and put on a smile: "Uncle lame, what do you want me to do?"

Song Wu patted two fruit candies into Banggian's hand: "Where are you in last place now?"

Banggeng got the candy, and the expression on his face changed: "Can you care? I won't tell you."

Song Wu smiled like a big bad wolf and said: "Originally, there is an egg. It looks like..."

"Uncle Cripple, you are my biological uncle. Let me tell you right now, I am not the last from the bottom, that fat guy in our class is the last from the bottom. I am much better than him. I am the second from the bottom." After finishing speaking, he looked at Song Wu expectantly.

Song Wu patted him on the shoulder and said, "Well done. If you can get a little red flower every day from now on, I will give you an egg. If you can avoid counting down for the exam, I will take you to the street to eat delicious food."

Banggeng didn't expect that such a good thing would be waiting for him so early in the morning. He nodded quickly, patted his chest and said, "Okay, Uncle Cripple, please do me a favor." Soon he changed his voice and said, "Here we go. If you want to lie to me, I will let my grandma lie to you forever."

Song Wu said: "If your grandma finds out about this, forget it."

"Don't, don't. Don't worry, she won't be able to touch her at all. I'm rotting in my stomach. But you can't lie to me."

Song Wu held out his little finger.

"Come on, let's hook up and hang ourselves." "Okay, our hook won't change for 1100 years. Uncle Lame, where are the eggs?"

Song Wu took out a shelled egg and stuffed it warmly into Banggan's jacket pocket. "Remember, from now on you can only eat eggs if you have the little red flower."

Song Wu watched with a smile as Banggeng ran to school happily. He took out a peeled egg from the space and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it while returning to the house.

By the time those who went to school and went to work were almost gone, it was about 9 o'clock. Qin Huairu saw that there were not many people on the street and slipped into the car repair shop.Check in on time, come and eat eggs.

When Song Wu saw her coming, he pretended to dig into his pocket, then stretched out his hand and brought a hot egg to Qin Huairu's mouth.

Two days passed quickly.

After breakfast that day, Song Wu didn't even open the door of his shop. He put the parts that needed to be welded into sacks and limped toward the steel rolling mill.

He is very strong now, so it is not tiring to carry this small thing.Walking is actually not tiring, but the movements are too awkward, and there are always people pointing and looking at him, which makes Song Wu feel very unhappy. Even now, he still can't get used to such pointing.

The doorman of the steel rolling mill knew Song Wu.

"Song Laizi, why are you here at this time?"

"I have some work here, and I need to use electric welding. Go to the welding workshop to find someone to help." Song Wu also opened the sack and let the guard take a look at what was inside.

The guard glanced at it and waved his hand indifferently.
"Go ahead, go ahead. At first glance, they are all things on bicycles."

Song Wu smiled and put the sack on his back again, and said as he entered the door: "I am just a car repairman, and this is what I do. I'll see you later."

Song Wu's father, Lao Song, was a group of old workers who had good relationships in the factory and were now basically the backbone of each workshop.However, because he was originally depressed, he had very little contact with these uncles. Even he rarely came to the Hongxing Steel Rolling Plant. If it was not to pay accounts and purchase spare parts, he rarely even left the small area of ​​​​the courtyard.

Song Wu came to the welding workshop this time to find Uncle Niu, a seventh-level technical master welder.

Uncle Niu wore a mask on his head and thick gloves on his hands. He seemed to be busy in the workshop.

When he saw Song Wu, although his face was a little surprised, his enthusiasm was definitely true.

"You kid, why did you get up and come here today?"

Song Wu said with a smile: "Then I definitely miss you, Uncle Niu."

"Screw you, stop talking nonsense, talk about something, I'm busy right now." Uncle Niu took off his gloves, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Song Wu put the sack on his back on the ground, opened it, pointed to the pile of parts here and said: "Uncle, why don't I come to you for help? I need to weld these things together. This is my painting It looks like." He took out the pattern he had drawn and the detailed ruler proportions from his pocket and handed them to Uncle Niu.

Uncle Niu was very interested when he heard about it. He took it and looked at it. His eyes brightened a lot. He reached into the sack and plucked it for a while. He raised his head and asked Song Wu: "This is what your kid drew? It looks a bit similar." .”

Song Wusan smiled and touched the back of his head.

Uncle Niu stretched out his hand to pick up the sack and said to Song Wu: "You, just go and do whatever you have to do. Come and get it in the afternoon before get off work, and I'll make sure it's ready for you. Now that I'm gone, I have a lot of work here, so I won't follow you." You’re chatting.”

Song Wu handed all the welding parts to Uncle Niu. It was still early and he originally wanted to go home directly, but then he thought about it and simply went to the logistics department.

In the past, the person he dealt with most was Director Zheng in logistics.This is a very kind old man, and he takes a lot of care of Song Wu.

When Song Wu arrived at his office, he saw that it was clean and tidy, with many things packed. He asked strangely: "Director Zheng, why are all the things bundled? Do you want to move the office?"

Director Zheng was sorting documents on the table. He looked up and saw Song Wu. Although he didn't stop what he was doing, a smile appeared on his face.

"Why are you here today, Xiao Wu? It's not time to pay the account yet?"

Song Wu told the truth: "Assemble a car and go to Uncle Niu's place to ask him to weld something."

Director Zheng nodded and pointed to the chair beside the table, meaning that Song Wu could sit down casually.

Song Wu asked him: "Does Director Zheng have any work? I will also help."

"No, it's all done. Here, we're going to be replaced soon." After saying that, Director Zheng looked up at Song Wu, smiled and continued: "A new director will be transferred from our factory's logistics department, and he will be transferred soon. It's in place. As for me, I've reached the age and it's time to go back and pick up my grandson."

Director Zheng's face was filled with happiness.

But Song Wu couldn't help but feel a little anxious.Director Zheng had a good relationship with Lao Song. He had taken good care of Song Wu in the past, which saved him a lot of trouble.

Who would have thought that if we were planning to live a good life, why would we need to change people?But Director Zheng’s age was indeed there, and Song Wu didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Director Zheng saw the worry in Song Wu's heart.He said in a teasing tone: "I thought you were too impatient to worry. What, do you have an idea?"

Song Wu lowered his head and rubbed his nose, and said sheepishly: "Isn't it true that I can't bear to leave you?"

"You're dishonest." Director Zheng reached out and tapped Song Wu, "What's there to worry about? No matter how you replace people, it's still the state's factory. Your situation is left here, and no one can short-change you. Be good. Just do your job and stop thinking about the things you have and don’t have.”

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After coming out of Director Zheng's place, Song Wu felt really uneasy.

He was thinking in his mind, not knowing what kind of person the new logistics director would be. He was not afraid of anything else but that he would be a particularly noisy person.

Song Wu thought of Silly Zhu and wanted to go to him to inquire about the logistics situation, so he turned around and walked towards the first canteen.

Shazhu relies on his craftsmanship and is now the cafeteria monitor of the No. [-] cafeteria, and is also responsible for running the small cafeteria in the factory.

It was just breakfast time, and everyone else was busy cleaning and tidying up the kitchen. Silly Zhu was holding a teapot, sitting at the door of the kitchen, humming a tune happily.

He saw Song Wu twitching his eyes. "Cripples are rare."

Song Wu said: "I came here to ask Uncle Zheng to do something. I just happened to come to your place to take a look."

The two of them had just chatted for a few words when a young woman with an average appearance but a good figure came over with a broom and said, "Silly Zhu, please don't sit here and get in the way. You go over to the side and chat. It's not delaying your work." ?”

Song Wu's face was very surprised. He didn't expect that there would be people in this No. [-] cafeteria who would talk to Silly Zhu like this.Moreover, he saw that Silly Zhu didn't look angry on his face. He just frowned and moved the stool to sit aside.

(End of this chapter)