Siheyuan: violent engineer, dictatorial disobedience

That's easy.

Xiao Zhou contacted the people from the street office to come over.

Aunt Wang from the sub-district office rushed over in the middle of the night and learned that Jia Zhang's family practiced feudal superstition.

Immediately reprimand her and punish her.

Jia Zhang must pay the price for his actions.

Jiazhang was punished by sweeping the floor on the street for a month, and had to write a self-criticism at night, and went to the street office to read the self-criticism.

Jia Zhang's face turned green, she was obliged to sweep the floor, she could accept it.

But writing a self-criticism would be difficult for her.

How can she write a self-criticism because she doesn't know a single word?

A farce ended like this.

When Liu Jianshe returned to the house, he raised the Nightmare Talisman in his hand and lightly threw it towards the door of Jia's house.

The talisman turned into a stream of light and entered Jia Zhang's body in an instant.

In the Jia family, Jia Zhang was sitting on a chair, staring fiercely at Qin Huairu.

"How can I not understand your thoughts? You must have no good intentions. Let me tell you that as long as I am here, you will never leave Jia's house."

"Tonight, just kneel in front of Dongxu's spiritual tablet and reflect on yourself."

After Jia Zhang finished speaking, she lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

And Qin Huairu knelt in front of Jia Dongxu's spiritual tablet.

"Old godmother, you reacted quickly this time, so you won't have such a good chance next time." Qin Huairu whispered.

In the early morning of the next day, Mrs. Jia Zhang got up early, picked up the broom and walked out of the house.

Sweeping the floor one after another, let her sweep the floor well?

That's impossible, just swipe twice to deal with it.

Jia Zhang yawned while sweeping the floor, and suddenly the broom hit a hard object.

Jia Zhang staggered and almost fell, and then cursed to see what made her almost fall.

Looking down, Jia Zhang couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Wiping his eyes hard with his hand, he slapped himself again.

After feeling the pain, Jiazhang murmured this time: "I got rich, I even picked up gold."

"I've made a fortune now. Could it be that Lao Jia felt that he misunderstood me, so he sent me gold?"

Jia Zhang guessed in his heart, and then saw no one around, and put the gold in his arms.

Of course, this is Jia Zhang's own idea.

In fact, the gold in his arms is not gold, but a lump of dog poop.

Jia Zhang ran home without saying a word, carrying the gold (dog paba).

He didn't even take the broom, and ran home in a hurry, and saw that Qin Huairu was still awake.

Jia Zhang found his own small treasury and quietly put the gold bars (dog paba) in it.

"Old Jia, you really can't let go of this family, you dead ghost, you don't send things home when you are alive, you have to wait until you are dead to send things home."

"If you had done this earlier, would I have given you a cuckold? You have to know that I worked so hard for this family that I didn't let it go away."

"Qin Huairu, that little hoof, flirts with Sha Zhu all day long. If I hadn't stopped her, even Dong Xu would have to wear a cuckold, let alone you."

Jiazhang thought about it, and after hiding the gold bars (dogbaba), took a deep breath, pretended that nothing happened, and continued to walk out of the room to sweep the floor.

As soon as Mrs. Jia Zhang left, Bang Geng opened his eyes.

Quietly, she came to Jia Zhang's small treasury, opened the box and took a look.

There was a pile of money in it, at least thousands of dollars, and there was a lump of dog food on top of the money.

"Grandma is also true. Is this money enough? She also puts dog poop on top, and she doesn't mind the smell."

Sticking to his nausea, Stick pulled out five yuan from the box.

"Take five yuan first, and then take the rest after the money is spent. If you take it all at once, grandma will find out, otherwise she will make trouble again."

Stick put the money in his arms, then put on his clothes and jumped out of bed.

He patted the sleeping Qin Huairu.

"I'm going to school!" Sticky shouted loudly.

Kneeling in the middle of the night last night, Qin Huairu, who is sleepy now, nodded in a daze.

Afterwards, Bang Geng left Jia's house with a bouncing jump, and went straight to Li Laizi's house.

……

The second canteen of the rolling mill.

Master Yang is leading Silly Zhu to hand over the work.

"Master He, you came at the right time. I'm going to take a vacation tomorrow to recuperate. I'm worried that I can't find someone to replace me. When you come, I can rest assured to recuperate."

Master Yang led Silly Zhu around the cafeteria, and then led him to a room.

"Master He, this room was specially granted to me by the factory. They know that I am not in good health, so I can rest in this room in my spare time."

"After I leave, this room will be handed over to you. If you don't want to go home at night, you can just rest here."

Silly Zhu looked at the hulking Master Yang, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't think he looked sick.

However, the factory granted him sick leave, and it was a one-year sick leave.

"Look, we've finished handing over here, is there anything you don't understand?" Master Yang said politely.

Sha Zhu shook his head, expressing that there was nothing he did not understand.

"That's okay, I'll take a step first. If you need something, ask Fatty, he is my apprentice."

After Master Yang finished speaking, his figure disappeared in a whoosh, leaving only a silly stupefied look on his face.

Silly Zhu thought about it, and decided to go to the cafeteria first to see what the cafeteria does at noon.

By the way, let's show off and frighten Master Yang's apprentices.

Let them not have some crooked thoughts, as the so-called three fires for new officials.

Silly Zhu is eager to jump out of a thorn, so that Sha Zhu can establish his own prestige.

But what Sha Zhu never expected was that he wandered around the cafeteria for a long time, but no one paid him any attention.

Everyone is busy in full swing, chopping vegetables, stir-frying vegetables, and cooking rice.

In short, everyone has their own work, only Shazhu wanders around the cafeteria like a street stalker.

Sha Zhu wanted to blend in several times, but there was always a fat man coming to Sha Zhu with a smile.

Take him to taste everyone's craftsmanship.

There was no way, Sha Zhu could only follow the fat man to a small room on the side.

There are several dishes and a bottle of Fenjiu on the table.

Fatty led Sha Zhu to a seat, then opened Fenjiu and poured Sha Zhu a glass.

"Master He, don't be cautious. You are the chef of the first canteen, and you are also the deputy director of the canteen. In theory, a person of your level should not be transferred to the second canteen."

"But there is no other way. My master will take a long vacation to take care of his body, and we as apprentices cannot take over the work of the master."

"Otherwise, the factory discovered that the apprentices can cook dishes similar to the taste of the master, so can the master come back to work?"

The fat man took a sip of his wine and said with a little deep meaning.

Sha Zhu immediately understood the meaning of Fatty's words.

"You mean, the way I lead my apprentices is wrong? That's why they betrayed me?" Silly Zhu also sipped his wine.

"Master He, I'm not blaming you. We've heard a little bit about you in the cafeteria. You and my master have similar methods, but in terms of teaching apprentices, you are far behind my master."

"Why do those people in the cafeteria hate you and betray you? Have you found the reason?"

The fat man smiled slowly while eating peanuts.

"That's not because they are a group of white-eyed wolves, so they betrayed me!" Sha Zhu gritted his teeth.

The fat man smiled disdainfully, and when he heard the fat man smiled, Sha Zhu became unhappy.

"What? Am I wrong? Aren't they white-eyed wolves? They don't respect teachers at all, aren't they white-eyed wolves?" Silly Zhu asked.

The fat man continued to pour Sha Zhu a glass of wine.

"Master He, you still haven't thought of the real reason, how about it, let me tell you how my master taught us apprentices."

"Every time our second cafeteria recruits apprentices, it is always brought by the master's hand, and he does it without reservation. If there is something that can take on private work, my master will also take our group of people there, not to mention passing on the recipes. craftsmanship or something."

"It can be said that as long as you want to learn, my master is willing to teach. Can an apprentice brought out by this kind of master not think of him in his heart?"

Speaking of this, the fat man glanced at the thoughtful silly Zhu, and a cunning flashed in his eyes: "To tell you the truth, Master He, it is a waste of cooking skills to guard the three-acre land of the rolling mill. Why is my master?" To take care of your body?"

"Nominally to take care of the body, but in fact, he was poached by a restaurant in the city. He was paid 100 yuan a month. My master went to find out. If it is possible to change jobs, we apprentices will go with us. "

"A good master is a good one who thinks about his disciples. You must remember this."

At this time, Sha Zhu didn't listen to Fatty's teaching at all, only the fatty's words in his mind, 100 yuan a month.

Silly Zhu's mind became active. Master Yang is good at Lu cuisine, and his skills belong to the kind of skills that become a monk halfway through.

This kind of goods can get 100 yuan a month when you walk out of the rolling mill.

Then, as a serious successor of Tan family cuisine, will I get a higher salary if I go out?

100 yuan a month is very tempting!

With such a high salary, sister Qin will definitely throw herself into her arms, right?

And this is only the price of Master Yang, a half-way monk, an orthodox cook with deep roots like himself.

How can it cost 150 yuan a month?

One hundred and fifty a month?Isn't that higher than Liu Jianshe's salary?

Chapter 267

It's not even lunch time yet.

Silly Zhu and Fatty had been drinking in the room and were confused.

Drinking to the point of passion, Sha Zhu and Fatty almost beheaded the chicken head and burnt yellow paper on the spot, worshiping together.

If I don’t drink, I won’t share my heart and soul with you. When I drink, I will be my brother. I have you in my heart...

The two people who drank the wine had their own ghosts, until it was time to start cooking.

Workers from the second workshop came to the cafeteria one after another to prepare for dinner.

Only then did the fat man help Silly Zhu to the window.

"We, the workers in the second workshop, are not as many as those in the first workshop, so the time for queuing for meals is relatively loose."

Sha Zhu nodded in a daze, and drank a little too much, which would be in a state of brain shutdown.

The workers lined up to eat in an orderly manner, which was different from someone in a cafeteria who liked to jump in line randomly.

There was basically no one in the second cafeteria to cut in line. After watching for a while, Sha Zhu prepared to leave in a daze.

This will make me a little dizzy, I need to take a break, or I should throw up later.

Silly Zhu struggled to go back to the room to rest.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw a figure, with lotus steps moving lightly, taking small steps, and his hips were still shaking with the steps.

The people who watched it felt itchy, and couldn't help but want to slap it.

"This bitch has such a big ass!"

Silly Zhu muttered in his heart, it was a coincidence, he stretched out his palm with the help of alcohol, and slapped it with a slap.