Siheyuan: I found a wife right after I crossed over

The next morning while eating, Yang Xiaojuan hesitated for a few times before she timidly spoke, "Brother, sister-in-law, how about I just...move to the new house today?"

"Why are you in such a hurry to move? Are the walls in the house dry?" Yang Chong asked casually while drinking soup.

"It's done. I checked it yesterday and it's ready for living." Yang Xiaojuan said quickly.

"Can we live here?" Yang Chong was a little skeptical, but Yu Xiu next to him kicked him from below.

Yang Chong looked at Yu Xiu and didn't ask any more questions.

When they were going to work after dinner, Yang Chong asked, "Why did you kick me just now?"

Yu Xiu said: "If Xiaojuan wants to live in the new house, then let her live there. Why are you saying so much?"

Yang Chong said, "Then you are in a hurry to move into the new house once it is finished. Will the old house have room for you?"

Yu Xiu blushed and said, "It's all your fault. You came back in the middle of the night and made a fuss. How could I not be anxious to move out?"

Yang Chong suddenly realized that it was his own fault.

Awkwardly, she said, "Well, it's nice for a girl to have her own little house when she grows up."

Yu Xiu covered her mouth and laughed secretly, then rode away on her bicycle.

Yang Chong drove the same car he had driven last night to the steel mill. On the way, he quietly put a slaughtered wild boar into the truck bed.

After arriving at the factory and getting the money from the finance department, Yang Chong went straight to Liu Laoben and said, "Chief Liu, I have a way to buy flour and rice. Does our canteen need them?"

Liu Laoben looked at him in surprise: "Do you need it? Do you even need to ask? Take as much as you can! But aren't you a hunter? How did you get the rice and flour? How much can you get?"

Yang Chong chuckled and said, "Don't ask me about that. It shouldn't be a problem to get three to five tons, right?"

Liu Laoben stood up immediately: "How much? Three to five tons?"

Yang Chong nodded: "Yes, three to five tons."

Liu Laoben's face turned red with excitement: "Are you kidding me? Are there really three or five tons?" It's no wonder that Liu Laoben was excited. In recent years, natural disasters have been severe and supplies, especially food, are in short supply. The country has deliberately implemented quantitative control on food supply based on household registration.

Moreover, the quantitative control is also divided into various levels, with cornmeal and various miscellaneous flours as a part. As for white flour, which is regarded as a high-quality grain, each person can only get a small amount.

Ordinary people would take this small amount of white flour to the pigeon market and exchange it for yellow flour and mixed flour, not because mixed flour tasted better, but because they could get more in return.

The steel mill, a state-owned enterprise, was not doing well either. Feeding more than 10,000 workers was a big problem. They could not even eat cornmeal, let alone white flour. They had to use all kinds of mixed flour. Even mixed flour could not fill the workers, which greatly dampened their enthusiasm for work, and naturally reduced production efficiency and output.

It was after Yang Chong came that meat was delivered to the canteen every day, so that everyone had meat to eat every day and their work enthusiasm was improved.

But the most fundamental food problem has not been solved, and people’s stomachs are not really full.

But now Yang Chong said that he could get three to five tons of flour and rice. Wouldn’t Old Liu be excited?

You know, three tons of flour per employee means six or seven taels of flour, which means each worker can eat three or four more steamed buns.

Not to mention that the white flour is replaced with corn flour and hybrid flour.

"Yes, of course." Liu Laoben was so excited that he was incoherent: "Great, Yang Chong, I find that you are the lucky star of our steel mill. Since you came, we have meat and noodles. If Director Yang knew about this, wouldn't he be so happy?"

At this point he suddenly remembered something: "Oh, I was going to tell you just now, but I almost forgot. The factory has just approved to raise your salary level by one level, but now I think they should take back this decision."

Yang Chong was stunned. What's going on? Is it wrong for me to give you rice and flour?

Unexpectedly, Liu Laoben said excitedly: "I think that your salary increase of one level is too little. With your contribution, you should at least increase it by two levels. I will report to Director Yang immediately to see if I can raise your salary by another level."

He picked up the phone but put it down again: "Forget it, I'd better not call and talk to Director Yang directly."

After saying that, he asked Yang Chong to wait and he hurried to the factory director's office.

Unfortunately, in the factory director's office, Director Yang was discussing New Year's matters with Deputy Director Li Huaide.

In order to continue production, factories generally do not stop working and workers in production workshops do not take holidays.

In previous years, during the Chinese New Year, the factory would organize several free dinners so that the workers could eat happily and not delay production.

But the situation has been different in the past two years. Normally, the workers can’t even get enough to eat, so where would they get any extra food for free meals?

Although Yang Chong had promised that he could supply the canteen with two big fat wild boars during the Spring Festival, meat was not enough to fill people up. The most important thing was that there was no food.

"Huaide, I remember you have an acquaintance in the grain and oil company? Can you think of a way to ask him to help deliver a few tons of grain to the factory during the New Year so that the workers can have a full meal during the New Year. Otherwise, they won't be able to survive this year." Director Yang asked Deputy Director Li with a smile.

Deputy Director Li shook his head and said, "Director Yang, it's true that I have an acquaintance in the grain and oil company. He's my wife's uncle. In previous years, there was no problem finding him. He was brought in directly without any hindrance. But this year, the situation doesn't allow it. I called him yesterday, and he said that the people's lives are in trouble this year, so there is no surplus grain for you to hold a free banquet."

Then he sighed, "Alas, there is nothing I can do. If Zhou Chi had made the call, it might have been better. After all, he is his nephew, and his uncle likes him the most. But Zhou Chi is a stubborn guy. Since he failed to become the section chief last time, he has been absent-minded. He doesn't listen to me, his brother-in-law."

Director Yang's face looked a little ugly. How could he not hear that Li Huaide was warning him, taking revenge on him for giving the position of section chief to Hou Liqiu instead of his brother-in-law Zhou Chi?

Li Huaide must have a way to get some food, but he took this opportunity to deliberately make things difficult for himself just to vent his anger.

The reason why he promoted Hou Liqiu instead of Zhou Chi was to deliberately suppress Li Huaide's faction and did not want all these important positions to become his direct descendants.

Now that Li Huaide has done this, how should I respond?

When Director Yang was in a dilemma, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Before Director Yang finished speaking, the door opened and Hou Liqiu and Liu Laoben came in one after another.

Both of them looked happy.

"Deputy Director Li is here too? Director Yang, the food needed for the New Year's Eve dinner has been solved. This kid Yang Chong has a way to get flour and rice!" Hou Liqiu said excitedly.