Siheyuan: Sizhu starts blindly and takes a new path

Sha Zhu waited outside the gate of the street office at 6 o'clock to pick up Yu Li after get off work. Sha Zhu first promised Uncle Guan that he would personally deliver the vegetables to him the next morning, and then gave him cigarettes, so that he would stop looking at him.

Yu Li told Sha Zhu that she was assigned to the environmental sanitation department. She would first follow the old man Fang to get familiar with the work for two days, and then she would be responsible for an area independently. Yu Li was still very excited. She finally got to work and could use the knowledge she learned to serve the people.

Sha Zhu was happy for Yu Li and also for himself. It seemed that what Mr. Ren said was right. After work, Yu Li's attention was diverted and he felt much more relaxed.

"I will summarize everything that Secretary Fang told me today and prepare for a good job in the future." Yu Li paused, "I still want the child." Upon hearing this, Sha Zhu was shocked, "But you don't have to be so anxious. Just like the third aunt said, just go with the flow. But you have to work hard. After all, it is your family's lineage."

"I will try my best." Sha Zhu wiped the cold sweat from his head.

After another full meal, Mrs. Jia asked Qin Huairu, "Have you passed the first-level worker assessment?"

Qin Huairu wanted to nod, but then she thought of the many people in the steel mill in the yard. If she asked them, they would know the job level, so she couldn't lie. She could only say, "No."

"You didn't pass the exam, and you didn't get a salary increase. How do you buy so many steamed buns every day? Where do you get the money?" Mrs. Jia thought of something, "You, you bitch, you lowly bastard. Are you worthy of Dongxu?"

"How have I ever been so sorry for him? I gave birth to a son for him, raised him, and took care of his mother. How have I ever been so sorry for him?"

"Do you have the nerve to tell me where this steamed bun came from?"

"It wasn't stolen."

"It's not stolen. This is dirtier than stolen."

"Then you don't have to eat. Just starve. That's all I can do anyway."

Mrs. Jia looked at Qin Huairu's self-abandoned look, panting heavily. Seeing that Qin Huairu didn't make any moves to beg for mercy, she knew that Qin Huairu had made up her mind to do so. "You've thought it through. Do you really have to do this?"

"What else can I do? I have limited education. Even if I pass the first-level worker qualification, I will definitely not pass the second and third levels, and my salary will not be high. We have three children, you and me, five mouths to feed. Huaihua doesn't need to eat now, but in the future, the children will grow up and eat more and more, and I will definitely not earn enough. Our family has no other way to make money. What else can we do? If you have other ways, please show me the way. No matter how difficult it is, I will go." Qin Huairu cried and expressed the grievances and unwillingness in her heart.

"I know it's not easy for you. I can't help you, nor can I tell you the way. If you really want to make up your mind, go and get the IUD removed tomorrow." Mrs. Jia made a concession and offered conditions.

Qin Huairu's pupils contracted. She only knew about the IUD after asking the doctor. How could her mother-in-law, a housewife who seldom went out, know about it? "You want an IUD? Do you know what an IUD is?"

"Yes, I want you to get an IUD. If you, a widow, get someone killed, I don't care whether you live or die shamelessly, but Bang Geng is the future of the Jia family, and he can't be criticized for your dirty deeds. So you must get an IUD, at least that way there won't be too much risk."

Qin Huairu originally thought that if her mother-in-law disagreed, she could use the IUD as an excuse to persuade her. Now the other party directly asked her to have an IUD. Except for a slight surprise, she completed everything according to her idea.

"I can't go tomorrow. I asked the doctor before, and he said I can only get an IUD after I've had my period. I haven't had my period since I gave birth to Sophora japonica. I'll definitely go back after I have my period. You don't have to worry about it."

Mrs. Jia finally realized how determined Qin Huairu was. She didn't know whether to be happy or sad for Jia Dongxu.

Xu Damao wanted to go to work but didn't want to go to work. He didn't want to go to work because he had to shovel coal under the hot boiler every day, and he felt tired and sore all over after a day's work; he wanted to go to work because he could flirt with Qin Huairu. Although he hadn't hit the base yet, he had already felt the size and softness of Qin Huairu's headlights with his own hands, which made him unable to stop. Going to work made Xu Damao feel both pain and happiness.

Xu Damao was smart. He and Qin Huairu never flirted in the same place. They would change locations every time and the flirting was only for a few minutes. This left Sha Zhu no time to arrange people to block them. It was just a good opportunity for Fatty, who could watch some wonderful performances from time to time.

Qin Huairu understands men's psychology better than Qin Jingru. She knows that what you can't get is always the best, and the harder it is to get, the more you will cherish it. Therefore, Xu Damao has not yet obtained the highest happiness from Qin Huairu.

Xu Damao didn't want to feel the pain anymore. He felt that after three or four months, Lou Bancheng or the people who worked for Lou Bancheng had forgotten about him, and he could go back to his job as a projectionist.

When getting off work, Xu Damao was already waiting for the propaganda chief at the factory gate. When he saw him coming, he quickly stopped him, handed him a cigarette, smiled apologetically, and said all kinds of small talk, begging him to help him transfer to another position.

Although the propaganda section chief didn't know why Xu Damao was transferred to the boiler workshop, he knew that he must have offended someone he shouldn't have offended. This person dealt with Xu Damao without his approval and transferred Xu Damao to the most difficult position. The hatred must have been deep. He settled the matter with someone he couldn't afford to offend. He didn't think that the propaganda section chief's job was not easy or the salary was not high enough. He was crazy to help Xu Damao. He and Xu Damao were not brothers or friends, so he didn't have to offend such a person for Xu Damao.

So they started to fight in an official tone: "Xu Damao, your new position was arranged by the factory leaders. I, a small section chief, can't make the decision. But I can ask for you, and you can ask someone yourself. You should know what you have done. If you admit your mistakes, the problem should be solved. Leaders are open-minded and won't hold on to it."

Xu Damao felt bitter: the capitalists are not broad-minded, they are so cruel in exploiting people like me.

Xu Damao was a good person and he quickly thanked the Propaganda Chief and stuffed the cigarettes he had just unpacked into his shirt pocket. Just as he was about to say something to trouble him for help, someone in the communication room called the Propaganda Chief over. He had no choice but to watch him go into the communication room, and when he didn't come out for a long time, he had to leave in disappointment.

In the communication room, Zheng Xi, with a cigarette in his mouth, was asking the Propaganda Section Chief Gang what Xu Damao wanted to talk to him about.

The head of the Propaganda Section said, "For some reason, Xu Damao's grandson offended the factory leaders. A few months ago, he was transferred to the boiler workshop to shovel coal. He just came to me and begged me to transfer him back to the Propaganda Section to show movies. What was he thinking? The factory leaders gave the order, and I intervened to transfer him back. I am asking for death."

"Yes, you can't help him. That guy is not a good guy. I called you here because I was afraid that you would be fooled by him."

"Thank you for your kindness. He thinks he is so great every day, but he is just being clever. Everyone in the Propaganda Department knows what kind of person he is, and few people are willing to pay attention to him. From what you said, it seems that you don't get along with him?" asked the head of the Propaganda Department.

"It's not me, it's my brother, He Yuzhu from the Second Canteen. Some time ago, bad things about Zhu were spread around the home of Zhu's girlfriend. We suspect that it was Xu Damao's grandson who spread it, but we have no evidence. Otherwise, I would have arrested him and given him a good beating."

"When did He Yuzhu become your brother?"

"This is a long story. Anyway, Zhuzi is quite nice. I think we can be friends. Let's sit together later so you can get to know each other better."

"Okay, let's find a chance to sit together." The head of the publicity department looked at the door and said, "Okay, he's gone too, so I'll go back first. You can take care of Old Zheng."