Siheyuan: I Raised Ten Thousand Wild Boars

A few more months passed and it was soon June.

Thanks to the timely intervention of higher authorities, order has been restored in all places, factories have resumed production, and the situation is gradually improving.

Because of the Chaoyang Farm incident, Deputy Squad Leader Huang was also transferred to another place, but he went to the Northwest.

After some consideration, Li Guohua also rejected the transfer order from his superior to Chaoyang Farm. He wandered around the factory every day, lying down there, and spent time with his wife and children after get off work, looking like he had no desire for progress.

On the contrary, the people in the courtyard are still working on the farm in order to get a possible employee status.

Rolling mill

"Time for a break, time for a break, everyone stop the machines, don't waste national resources!" In the noisy workshop, Guo Dapiezi shouted as he walked.

As not all supporting factories outside are in operation, the production of the steel rolling mill has been affected and it often has to stop and rest due to lack of materials.

Jia Dongxu only had a bowl of porridge this morning. He was hungry after working for two hours.

Thinking of the two potatoes Qin Huairu stuffed into her when she went out, she quickly found a corner and prepared to taste them carefully.

But I dare not let other people see it. What if they come to blame me? This is what my wife did.

"Hmm, delicious, so fragrant!" Jia Dongxu took big bites of the potatoes and hummed with satisfaction.

I have to say that I have good vision and let my wife go to the farm. Otherwise, where can we find such good food that is delicious and can fill our stomachs?

But now everyone is screaming with hunger, and their sense of smell has long reached its maximum, and they will go to investigate at the slightest sign of trouble.

Wu Lijie, Fang Changming and Jia Dongxu, all disciples of Yi Zhonghai, worked in the same workshop, which was not far from each other.

Not long after he sat down, Wu Lijie's stomach growled because he smelled a fragrance.

"Damn, which guy is so rich that he can even get extra meals!" Wu Lijie cursed.

He didn't think much about it, thinking that someone had brought something to the factory.

"Hmm, it smells good, as if it's stewed potatoes, coming from that direction!" Fang Changming also smelled the fragrance and figured out what it was.

He was just talking and didn't get up to see because no one would give it to him.

"That seems to be Jia Dongxu over there. Can he bring anything?" Wu Lijie asked puzzledly.

Among Yi Zhonghai's several disciples, everyone has a good relationship with each other, except Jia Dongxu, who always plays alone and is distant from them.

So it was no surprise that he usually walked away alone.

As for not believing that Jia Dongxu could bring food, it was because he had heard Master Yi Zhonghai say it several times. Knowing that Jia Dongxu's mother and wife did not have a ration, he sometimes had to go out to work as a temporary worker to supplement the family income, so he often couldn't sleep well at night and made mistakes during the day and was scolded by the workshop director.

"Why don't you go take a look?"

"Did the master give it to him? Otherwise forget it." Fang Changming said with some concern.

Yi Zhonghai's social skills are still very strong. He is an eighth-level worker in the steel mill. He is steady and everyone respects him. He is also very serious when teaching his apprentices and rarely smiles.

"What's there to be afraid of? Can't you look at it if you can't eat it?" Wu Lijie licked his lips and asked back.

Fang Changming thought it was right. If you can’t eat it, you can’t watch it.

The two of them sneaked to the side and saw Jia Dongxu holding a fist-sized potato in each hand, taking a bite from the left and then another bite from the right, looking very happy.

"groove!"

This time Wu Lijie couldn't stand it anymore. I often help you with the finishing work, but I never see you pay back your own work.

Now look, you have two potatoes and you know not to share one with me, as if you were Yang Bailao.

"Don't go. If the master finds out, he might expel you from the sect!" Fang Changming grabbed Wu Lijie and said in a low voice.

He knew what Wu Lijie was going to do. He would just go up and make a scene, but he would get nothing.

"I can't stand it, this kid is too stingy!"

"Don't worry, it's not worth it! The master has such a good relationship with him, if you make such a fuss, won't you be the one to suffer the consequences?"

Yi Zhonghai raised Jia Dongxu as his own son, and everyone in the workshop knew it.

"Then what do you say we should do? You've helped him a lot in the past!" Wu Lijie's anger subsided when he thought of Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai has short hair, a square face, and is usually serious, just like an old commune secretary. His disciples are actually afraid of him.

"When I came out just now, I saw that a part of machine tool No. 3 was loose, and I was going to remind him when I went back. Now, he won't look for us, and we won't tell him. He will cry someday!" Fang Changming sneered.

Machine tool No. 3 is Jia Dongxu's workbench. Fang Changming is next to him. He saw it by accident when he came out just now.

The looseness of the machine tool parts is actually not a big deal. It just results in inaccurate precision and a few pieces of material will be wasted.

"Okay, you'll get it. I'll see how Jia Dongxu cries this afternoon, and you can't help him then!"

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid."

The two of them walked away arm in arm, leaving Jia Dongxu, who was completely unaware of the situation, standing there licking his fingers.

Everyone rested for half an hour, and the materials department finally delivered the raw materials, and everyone returned to the workshop to work.

"Chang Ming, is there something wrong?" Jia Dongxu asked curiously.

Jia Dongxu casually turned on the machine and was about to start working when he noticed Fang Changming, who was sitting opposite him, looking at him frequently, which was a bit puzzling.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Fang Changming said guiltily.

After Fang Changming said this, Jia Dongxu was even more surprised. These guys usually had a lot of complaints about him, so why were they speaking so politely today?

After thinking for a while, Jia Dongxu simply rechecked the machine, fearing that someone might do something bad to him.

After walking around the machine, he soon discovered that something was wrong with the back of the machine and a part was loose.

OK, so here’s the problem!

I thought to myself that these two guys were really good-for-nothings. They knew something was wrong but they didn't tell me. Fortunately, I used my brain.

Jia Dongxu laughed happily and praised himself for his cleverness.

He didn't take it seriously and immediately reached out to tighten the parts. As a result, in his joy, his leg accidentally touched the machine switch. The machine was already powered on, and the drill bit started to hum instantly.

Workers working in the workshop all wear long-sleeved clothes.

Jia Dongxu was lying on the machine tightening parts. The drill bit turned and rolled up his clothes, carrying him up into the air.

"Oh no! Something's happened to Jia Dongxu. Save him!"

These were the last words Jia Dongxu heard.

He first felt a suppressed pain, and then he suddenly found himself in a gray space.

You can't see anything here, as if there is endless fog. You can only see the shades of colors, and based on the shades you can tell where the road is and where the obstacles are.

Jia Dongxu wandered for a long time, trying to identify every place, but he didn't know where he was. He missed home, his mother, wife and children.

He was very scared and he shouted as loud as he could, but no sound came out.

Just when he was feeling lost and helpless, an overwhelming force descended upon him. He thought he was going to be squeezed into the ground, but it turned out that the ground was empty and he kept falling down.

After an unknown amount of time, he found himself in a square space that seemed only half the height of a normal room. It was depressing, silent, dark, and cold, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.