Siheyuan: Pretend to be a Pig and Eat the Tiger

It has been emphasized before the assessment that if you can't even reach level eight, you should give up your position and let others take over. It is easy to say, but it is difficult to make up your mind to actually do it!
He Yuzhu thought about it and decided that since his nephew was at level eight, he should be treated the same way. Of course, he needed to talk to Li Huaide in person.

Taking the initiative is definitely better than waiting. If you wait until the approval is completed and then go to the leader, it will be too late!
The current situation is that the canteen only has eight chefs and one small kitchen chef position; how should the reserve chefs be paid? They can't just get 21 yuan like Qin Huairu and the others, right?

"Director, this is the working situation of the cafeteria!"

"Zhuzi, what are you doing?"

Li Huaide was confused. Didn't he get one copy? He Yuzhu even came in person. He must not want to hear him praise it again, right?

"Director, the five reserve chefs are all level eight. Isn't it unreliable to continue to use the previous salary standard? From now on, the salary will be calculated based on the level eight work system. This..."

"Haha, Zhuzi, let's be frank. It's correct to settle workers' wages according to the new standards. So what?"

Li Huaide finally realized that He Yuzhu was trying to fight for benefits for the backup chef. He is a qualified leader!

"Director, what I mean is, should the reserve chef be paid at the eighth-level?"

When He Yuzhu saw Li Huaide laughing, he immediately understood that this old fox had guessed what he meant. What else should he worry about?
"Of course, the workers' wages are settled according to their latest work grade. Of course, those who cannot be graded still follow the old rules!"

I hadn't prepared anything, but since He Yuzhu came to me personally, I had to give him some respect. Senior chefs have restrictions, but those below them don't have so many restrictions.
Besides, the notice above is very clear. Workers will be paid according to their individual work levels, and those who are not engaged in chef work will maintain the status quo. Since He Yuzhu has come, and there are not many people, this face should naturally be given!

"Thank you! You are busy, I will leave first!"

He Yuzhu knew that Li Huaide had given him face. His wife worked in finance, so she knew the factory's first draft.

He felt a lot more relaxed. Since his master had entrusted his senior brothers and nephews to him, he naturally had to consider his fellow disciples. There was no way he could get a promotion, but he still had to fight for his legitimate interests!
"Wait, the director of the Barracks Department of the Ministry of Industry's father is celebrating his 70th birthday. How about having a birthday banquet for him?"

"Brother Li, you are being too polite. Don't worry, there will be no problem!"

"Okay, don't go to work next Tuesday. Wait in the compound. Someone will pick you up!"

"Brother Li, where is the old man from?"

"Zhu Zi, you've always been quiet, why are you asking this suddenly?"

"How could you forget? Didn't we discuss this topic the first time we went to Teacher Song's house? If you let me cook, I must make sure everyone enjoys the food.

The southwest likes Sichuan cuisine, the southeast likes Cantonese cuisine, the north likes Shandong cuisine and Northeastern cuisine, so we have to let the old man eat his hometown cuisine, right? "

"Haha, look at my brain. The old man is from Zhanjiang. He doesn't know how to cook Cantonese food. It's okay to make it lighter!"

"Who are you looking down on? It's just Cantonese food. Just wait and see. I'll make sure the old man tastes like my mother's!"

He Yuzhu rolled his eyes and turned away. He was proficient in three cuisines, Shandong cuisine, Sichuan cuisine and another cuisine, which was Cantonese cuisine!
Li Huaide looked at He Yuzhu who was leaving and laughed. This guy was really a weirdo. He didn't care about anything except his cooking skills.
Otherwise, he won't give face to anyone, and directly fighting back is the lightest punishment. If he gets angry, he may even go on strike on the spot. As expected, everyone has weaknesses, and He Yuzhu is no exception!
"Old Qiu, there's no problem with the birthday banquet. Master He agreed. This kid even said he wants to make the old man taste like his mother, haha..."

Li Huaide picked up the phone and dialed the number. They both liked to eat and had been friends since they were in the office!
"Old Li, is this kid exaggerating? Cantonese cuisine and Sichuan cuisine are two extremes. Can he really do it?"

"Of course, you've eaten his cooking before, so don't doubt He Yuzhu's cooking skills, or you'll suffer!"

"Haha... that's not possible!"

"Well, even though I let him pass, you still have to follow the rules. You can't make things difficult for me!"

"Of course, I know the rules. Twenty per time, and some ingredients!"

"Well, everyone else has 31 tables, so 20 is a courtesy to you!"

"We are brothers, so we have to give you some face, right?"

. . . . . .

Li Huaide hung up the phone and fell into deep thought. The price of the work outside the pillar has been rising all the way, from the initial five yuan to thirty;

Even though it was so expensive, these people still scrambled to invite him. Wasn't it because of his cooking skills? He also gained a lot of favors;
It seems that I have to take better care of Zhuzi in the future. I can't take advantage of him for nothing, right? Reciprocity is the way to get along. If only one side gives, it won't last long!
He Yuzhu doesn't think so. This year, Li Huaide has introduced many clients to him, and he has accumulated a lot of popularity and income. It's a win-win situation!
Time flies, and by the end of 1958, He Yuzhu was already the father of three children: the eldest, He Ying; the second, He Qian; and the third, He Yuejin, who was still an infant;

Through the construction of the large canteen and steel production, the annual output of steel was 1108 million tons and the output of pig iron was 1369 million tons, which was considered to have met the targets of the Second Five-Year Plan;

Since then, the people's enthusiasm has gradually cooled down and they began to concentrate on their work; the steel mills continued to seek to expand reproduction, and the output represented both political achievements and capabilities;

At the same time, the contradiction between supply and demand further increased, and He Yuzhu's small space also accumulated a lot of food; as the saying goes, day by day, corn flour, sweet potatoes, refined rice, white flour, pork, etc., the quantity is quite large, at least enough to meet the needs of five families for three years;

The winter of 58 was dry and cold, with little rain. Thousands of years of farming experience have taught farmers that snow is a good sign for a good harvest, but if there is no snow in winter, the next year's harvest may be a big problem.
"Hey, where is our second uncle doing? He doesn't seem to be in a good mood!"

It was a rare chance to get some rest as the kids at home were too noisy. He Yuzhu wanted to go outside for some fresh air. But before he even went out, he saw Yan Bugui coming back with a sullen face!

"Don't mention it. I went to dig holes in the ice with some old friends, but we caught nothing. I don't know what happened. There aren't many fish in the river this year!"

Yan Bugui shook his head and sighed. He finally had a day off and enthusiastically asked a few neighbors to catch fish. They broke a hole in the ice and cast their nets, but it was all in vain!
"Tonghui River?"

"The North Moat is freezing cold, there's nothing here. Zhuzi, I won't talk to you anymore, let's go home and warm ourselves up first!"

"Okay, see you later!"

He Yuzhu's face was solemn. It was impossible. Although the fish resources had declined seriously in recent years due to urban construction and lack of environmental awareness, it should not be to this extent. How could there be no fish? (End of this chapter)