Siheyuan: From Being Called Shazhu

Unexpected, absolutely unimaginable.

When Master Sun followed He Yuzhu back home, he briefly introduced the job and its nature to He Daqing. He Daqing agreed without any hesitation.

Then the two brothers talked more and more, and the topic turned to He Yushui.

The two old brothers even started teasing He Yushui who had just woken up.

What do you think He Yuzhu will think about this thing?

At this moment, He Yuzhu felt that he was redundant just standing there.

No, it can't be said to be redundant.

Because now he still has to serve tea and water, and also help He Yushui wash up.

More importantly, he was the instigator for Master Sun to come to He Yushui's house to tease him.

If that's the case, He Yuzhu began to doubt whether what Master Sun said in the office just now was intentional, just to come and see He Yushui.

In other words, Master Sun still remembered that he still had work to do after dawn. After chatting with He Daqing for a long time, he glanced at the watch on his hand and stood up to say goodbye.

Otherwise, He Yuzhu estimated that the two old brothers would have to set up a table and sit on the kang to have a long chat.

I followed Master Sun back to the Military Control Commission and went through a simple process of filling out information.

He Yuzhu, like a dozen of his helpers, officially became a member of the Military Control Commission. . . .

The subordinate security committee...

From the subordinate logistics department...

The subordinate reserve brigade...

Master Sun’s team...

Temporary worker!!!

Yes, after going through thirteen jobs, He Yuzhu finally became a temporary worker.

However, this temporary worker is completely different from the kind of temporary worker who is used to take the blame or get paid on a daily basis by the Sanhe God in later generations.

This has to start with the Military Control Commission.

The Military Control Commission is actually a general term, or a governing organization.

Sometimes, it is the same as something in later generations.

Then, below it, there are a bunch of committees that manage various aspects.

Like the Public Security Committee, the Cultural Committee, as well as the Construction, Economy, Transportation, and so on.

And what is a reserve brigade?

Simply put, the reserve brigade is a team that is temporarily sent to provide support when there is a shortage of manpower in a certain area.

As for Master Sun’s team, it is easy to understand.

Because this detachment is the exclusive reserve force in the area from Xinjiekou South Street to Beixinqiao, east to Gulou Street, and west to Di'anmen Street.

In other words, He Yuzhu and some other temporary workers now work within this area.

In He Yuzhu's view, this is equivalent to the unstaffed cadres in the streets or communities of later generations.

However, He Yuzhu was also satisfied.

Take your time.

You know, even though the names of those community or street officials are not very well-known.

However, for ordinary people who do not understand the twists and turns involved, it is an existence that they would rather avoid if possible.

What's more, He Yuzhu now has a salary of 180 kilograms of millet every month.

What more bikes do you want?

After receiving a small notebook, a pencil and a red armband, He Yuzhu and other temporary workers who had already completed the "employment" procedures were told to "gather here at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."

Nor can it be said that the clerk was decisive and efficient.

All I can say is that they were extremely busy today because of the entry ceremony.

After telling Master Sun, and since Master Sun was too busy to deal with him, He Yuzhu went home.

"Zhu Zi, are you really going there?"

Looking at the red armband in He Yuzhu's hand, He Daqing was stunned for a moment.

Not to mention He Daqing, even He Yuzhu who was being asked was stunned.

What's going on?

Didn’t Master Sun talk nicely when he came just now?

How come it seems like you're going to change your mind in the blink of an eye?

"father...."

He Yuzhu wanted to say something to He Daqing.

However, He Daqing stopped it with a wave of his hand.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it and took a puff before sighing.

"Zhu Zi, you are grown up now, and I can't control you anymore. Since you want to work with your master, then do it well. And then, be careful. Dad...your sister is still waiting for you to come back."

Where is this?

We are not going to fight, why should we be so serious?

Could it be that He Daqing misunderstood?

"Dad, I'm not..."

Before He Yuzhu could explain anything, He Daqing changed his tone and became stern.

"Zhu Zi, remember, no matter how tough the conditions outside are, you can't give up your skills. They are the basis for your future livelihood."

"Yeah, okay, Dad..."

He Yuzhu subconsciously followed the words of He Daqing, who had a stern face.

Suddenly he reacted.

He showed the words on the armband to He Daqing with a look of confusion on his face.

"Dad, I am now equivalent to a clerk in the district. I am not leaving, but just going to work. It's not that much."

When He Daqing saw the words on the armband clearly, he was also in a daze.

He vaguely remembered that when Master Sun came in the morning, he probably, possibly, or perhaps talked about the nature of his son's job.

I don't know what happened, but I went astray in a short while.

Yes, it was all those old ladies in the yard who misled me by saying that their sons were "actually abducted by soldiers."

Yes, it’s all thanks to them.

He Daqing suddenly became excited after finding a reason.

"You idiot, I told you to be careful but you have to join the army? Isn't it possible that there is hidden danger in the alley?"

After saying this, He Daqing felt that his reason was a bit untenable, so he kicked He Yuzhu in anger.

"Go, hurry up and prepare the meal. If your sister gets hungry later, I will punish you."

have to.

He Yuzhu shrugged resignedly, patted the footprints on his pants, and without arguing with He Daqing, turned around and walked out.

"Oh, right, the pillar."

Just when He Yuzhu was about to reach the door and the kitchen, He Daqing's voice came over.

"Well, Dad, you say."

He Yuzhu turned around and prepared to listen to He Daqing's instructions on what food to prepare for lunch.

But unexpectedly, what He Daqing was talking about was not this at all.

"Zhu Zi, remember, never throw away your skills, even if you become successful in the future. A chef will never starve to death in a famine, and your skills are there to protect you."

"Ok!"

He Yuzhu didn't say anything, but he kept this matter firmly in his mind.

Because he knew that there were some things that he, a modern man, could not master.

It's more about saving lives and surviving.

Maybe people of He Daqing’s generation were not able to come up with any profound ideas.

However, anyone who can experience two or even three eras must have some "real skills".

Just listen carefully and study hard, and everything will be fine.

Three days, the next three full days.

He Yuzhu and other temporary workers had no work to do after they gathered.

But during these three days, there will be lecturers coming every day to give lessons to these people.

Of course, these three days can be regarded as “pre-job training”.

However, the content of the training is slightly different.

From the initial "three disciplines and eight major matters" to the "Work Regulations and Takeover Discipline of Takeover Personnel" which were only finalized more than ten days ago.

After all these things are discussed, it is time for the exam every afternoon.

Lecture three times in three days and test three times.

If you still fail after three days, we will apologize, pay you your salary, and then politely say something like "Thank you for your help and support over these days, we can work together again if there is a chance," and then send you off.

Of course, this team of more than a dozen temporary workers was carefully selected by Master Sun.

More or less, they are literate.

I have never seen anyone being eliminated.

After three days of assessment.

He Yuzhu and his group were urgently assigned to their posts.

Yes, they went to sell coal.

Don't laugh, he really went to sell coal.

Because of the over-distribution by the Caotouzi some time ago, and the closure of the gates of Peking, which led to a shortage of supplies in the city, prices soared.

Then the Military Control Office must stabilize prices.

Therefore, 100,000 tons of domestic coal were urgently transported from Mentougou for use by ordinary people.

But there were more than 200 million people in the city of Peking alone at the time, not to mention that some people from the surrounding suburbs also came to buy coal.

Then we can only limit purchases.

As we all know, once there is a purchase limit on something, problems such as false claims, substitution, cutting in line, etc. will follow.

If the regular staff are too busy, the reserve team will have to take over.

Those like He Yuzhu who were not assigned to sell coal were not much better off.

Because they were assigned to sell grain.

The reason is the same, which is to stabilize prices.

The Military Control Office transferred 370 million kilograms of grain from North China, and then transported 3000 million kilograms of grain and a large amount of salt from Chahar.

If coal is really out of stock, firewood can be used instead.

But if food is gone, there is no substitute.

The same goes for salt, which is a necessity for life, or survival.

The place where grain is sold is even more chaotic than the place where coal is sold.

Now, every day when He Yuzhu arrives at work, he gets a headache when he sees those old men and women queuing up.

There was no way, because the place where He Yuzhu was assigned was next to the current Di'anmen, which is where the Di'anmen Department Store is in later generations.

In other words, this is the point closest to Nanluoguxiang.

The people who come here to line up every day are not this "Zhu Zi, it's Zhu Zi, I held you in my arms when you were a child."

It's the one that said, "Zhu Zi, I'm Uncle Li from the courtyard next door."

Even the "women's group" from the same compound as He Yuzhu was mobilized.

One by one, "Pillar" is called so affectionately.

In a word, these people just want to buy more food.

To be honest, He Yuzhu understands them very well.

However, He Yuzhu did not dare and could not sell more to them.

Because He Yuzhu knew that once this loophole was loosened, no matter how much grain was transferred in, it would be useless as it would be sold out by "certain people" in a few days.

If the daily headache of being nagging about "selling more" is considered a big deal.

That’s an even bigger deal, and He Yuzhu hasn’t encountered it yet.