Siheyuan, my new life

After hearing this, Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He really put a lot of effort into the Jia family over the years. First, he often made dumplings with Jia's sister-in-law, and later, he would occasionally go to the vegetable cellar in the middle courtyard with his apprentice's wife to provide warmth. As for cleaning up the mess for Jia Zhang in the No. 95 courtyard, that happened from time to time. If it weren't for his ability to make a big deal out of a small matter, Jia Zhang would have been sent to the police station many times for the sneaky things she had done.

Alas, Yi Zhonghai sighed deeply. He was really kind to the Jia family. How many masters would worry about their apprentices and help them get married? Even the betrothal gifts and wedding banquet expenses for Jia Dongxu's wedding were paid by his master. Wasn't it his due to him to eat a meal with Jia Dongxu?

What's more, from the time Jia Dongxu became his apprentice until now, in all these years, not only has Jia Dongxu never given him any gifts for festivals or birthdays, he has never even treated him to a meal. Instead, he often comes to him to beg for money and borrow food, using the excuse that his family is running out of food. He says he is borrowing, but he has never returned any of it in all these years. He is exactly like Liu Bei who borrowed Jingzhou and never returned it.

Yi Zhonghai could guess the reason why Jia Dongxu invited him to dinner today. How could Yi Zhonghai not see that Jia Dongxu had been punished and fined in the workshop these two days? Without his protection, Jia Dongxu had tasted the bitterness. If he continued like this, it would not be long before he would be kicked out of the workshop and go to the sanitation team to clean toilets. By then, he would not only be embarrassed, but his salary would also be reduced to 18.5 yuan.

Apparently, Jia Dongxu wanted to treat him to a meal in order to keep his job as a fitter, so as to gain his protection in the future. Countless thoughts flashed through Yi Zhonghai's mind at once. Should he drive Jia Dongxu out of the workshop and send him to clean the toilet? Or should he play the long game and pretend to forgive him first, and then give him a fatal blow when he has the chance in the future?

Yi Zhonghai soon made a decision in his mind. Although sending Jia Dongxu to sweep the toilet would make the Jia family uncomfortable, this alone would not satisfy Yi Zhonghai. He now hated this traitor who dared to deceive him. Thinking about how this bastard pretended to be submissive and obedient in front of him in the past, Yi Zhonghai could even imagine the sarcasm towards him in his heart at that time.

No, we must not let this traitor who betrayed his teacher and ancestors go, Yi Zhonghai made up his mind secretly, but the expression on his face did not change at all.

So the two masters and apprentices, each with their own ulterior motives, walked together to the courtyard house at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang.

Since there is no reception, the canteen has to close earlier than the workshops. Similarly, the canteen staff have to arrive at the factory half an hour earlier than other workers in the morning, otherwise it will be too late to make the dough and steam steamed buns.

He Daqing and his son had already arrived at the intersection of Nanluoguxiang. He Daqing smiled and said to his son, "Go home and prepare dinner first. I'll go to the supply and marketing cooperative at the street corner to buy some gifts. I have to thank Director Lin tonight. If it wasn't for Director Lin's face, how could Deputy Director Li directly give you a regular job quota?"

He Yuzhu's eyes widened in surprise: "Dad, from what you mean, I'm a regular employee today on my first day at work? By the way, how much did Deputy Director Li get paid? A regular employee nowadays should be paid at least 500 to 600 yuan, not to mention that it's a regular employee quota at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, so it should be 800 to 900 yuan, right?"

He Daqing knew his son's temperament very well, and was afraid that he would let the cat out of the bag in the cafeteria, so he waited until now to tell him the good news.

He Daqing slapped his son lightly and whispered, "Are you mentally ill? You're talking nonsense about this kind of thing on the street? If someone hears you and reports you, I wonder if you'll cry or not."

He Yuzhu scratched his head embarrassedly. He looked around and found that there was no one else nearby. He couldn't help but whispered, "Dad, just tell me, how much money did Deputy Director Li ask for? I will never tell anyone else."

He Daqing sighed, knowing that if he didn't tell him, this brat would annoy him to death, so he whispered: "Deputy Director Li didn't ask for a penny for Director Lin's sake. If Director Lin didn't want you to try the food, Deputy Director Li would never have given you a regular job. So I'm going to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some gifts and go to Director Lin's house in the evening. Okay, go home, remember, don't tell anyone about this except the old lady, and if someone asks, tell them that I got you the job. You know the morals of those people in our courtyard, they are all jealous of others' success. If you let it slip, someone will definitely report it secretly."

After hearing this, He Yuzhu nodded solemnly and said, "I'm not stupid. Okay, I'll leave first." Then he ran quickly towards the courtyard house No. 95.

He Daqing shook his head helplessly. This brat must have gone to the backyard to show off to the old lady. He reached out and touched the money in his pocket and walked towards the supply and marketing cooperative.

He Yuzhu ran into the courtyard and ignored the third uncle Yan Bugui who was standing at the gate watering the flowers and waiting for the neighbors to get off work, and ran straight into the middle courtyard.

Yan Bugui looked at Sha Zhu's back as he ran away, opened his mouth and then closed it unwillingly. He had no classes in the afternoon so he went home early as usual. As soon as he entered the house, he heard a shocking news. Sha Zhu from the Intermediate Court went to work at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill with his father He Daqing this morning.

Yan Bugui's eldest son, Yan Jiecheng, is about to graduate from junior high school. With his level of academic performance, he has no hope of getting into a technical secondary school, let alone high school. Thinking of his eldest son Yan Jiecheng's academic performance, Yan Bugui feels ashamed. He is the most educated person in the No. 95 courtyard, but his son is not doing well. It is really embarrassing for him.

Yan Bugui is very clear about how difficult it is to find a job now. As far as he knows, there are long queues of young people who have registered and are waiting for placement at the street office. The few quotas allocated by the street office every year are simply too many people and too few porridge. He is the head of the courtyard, so he knows more than others. The quota allocated by the street office every year must first be arranged for the families of military martyrs, and then for the young people of the street. If you want to wait for the street office to assign a job, it is estimated that it will be very difficult.

Today, he heard from his wife Yang Ruihua that He Daqing took his son Sha Zhu to the Red Star Steel Mill. He wanted to get some information from Sha Zhu. Perhaps after his eldest son Yan Jiecheng graduates from junior high school, he will also follow in He Daqing's footsteps. Presumably, He Daqing will still give him, the third uncle, some face. At the very least, he will ask for less money. Of course, it would be best if he didn't spend a penny. Thinking of this, Yan Bugui's little eyes seemed to light up. He simply put down the spray bottle in his hand, stared at the gate of the courtyard, waiting for He Daqing's figure.