Siheyuan: From Being Called Shazhu

What is it called, a surprise!

This is pure surprise.

He Yuzhu was stunned for a moment, unable to believe that the surprise came so suddenly.

Then, He Yuzhu reacted and didn't give Master Sun a chance to change his words. He just turned around and ran away.

Even the word "good" was dragged out in the corridor.

"What a child."

Master Sun didn't say anything, just smiled and shook his head.

Here, although the bicycle was still at home and had not been ridden over, it did not stop He Yuzhu from jogging out of the back door of the factory.

He Yuzhu remembered that the bus station was opposite the back door.

In theory, there should be someone selling stamps there.

Sure enough, after passing the famous check-in spot, "Banggeng Eating Chicken", which is a place with a bunch of concrete pipes, and arriving at the bus station, there really was someone selling stamps.

He Yuzhu was not polite and just waved his hand.

"Comrade, give me two sheets of stamps."

As he spoke, He Yuzhu took out a wad of money from his bag like a rich man.

It seems that the old saying "a poor family means a rich road" really makes sense.

He Yuzhu counted the money happily.

But the staff was dumbfounded.

"Comrade, are you sure it's two plates, not two sheets?"

Who buys two sheets of stamps?

It's OK if you can buy two.

If I had the money to buy two copies, I could send a short story by telegraphing. . . .

"Well...."

Only then did He Yuzhu realize that he was a little too surprised.

"Comrade, it's two editions. I bought them for the factory."

For He Yuzhu who has calmed down, every thought is an excuse.

In order to increase credibility, he even took out from his bag their work ID card for the hot rolling mill, which was issued exclusively to the outside world.

"Our factory is newly built, and many people from all over the world miss home, so our factory decided to hold an activity called 'A letter from home is worth a thousand pieces of gold.'"

"Oh, that's how it is."

The sales comrade took one look at the work ID and then at He Yuzhu, thinking that he was a new employee who was sent over to run errands, and didn't say anything else.

"Okay, Comrade He Yuzhu, please wait a moment."

He took the money handed over by He Yuzhu and handed the two sets of stamps to He Yuzhu very happily.

"By the way, comrade, do you still sell the anthology here?"

Originally, He Yuzhu took the stamps and was about to leave.

But when I saw a row of books on the bookshelf at the back, the most eye-catching one was "Collection", and I immediately came up with an idea.

"Then give me a copy of the anthology as well."

He Yuzhu made the decision.

People who collect stamps use albums.

He collects stamps and uses the word "Collection".

Let me ask you, if the worst case scenario really happens a dozen years later, who would dare to touch the "Collection"?

(There is too little information about the 50s, especially 53, so I didn’t find out whether the long-distance station sold stamps and books. I only found out that there was a supply and marketing cooperative and a post office in the long-distance station in 59. Here, I will just assume that there was.)

Back in Master Sun's office, He Yuzhu casually slapped the stamps on Master Sun's desk.

"Come on, let's exchange money for goods. The main point is fairness."

Master Sun looked at the two full sheets of stamps, smiled and shook his head.

"You don't know how to spend the money you have. I finally collected some condolence money and bonuses, but now you've lost them all."

As he spoke, Master Sun took out the "military mail" from the drawer, placed it on the table, and also put two "50,000" notes.

"Save your money, you're not married yet."

"Hehe, I know, Master."

He Yuzhu didn't hesitate and put the stamps and money directly into his bag.

"You."

Master Sun smiled and tapped He Yuzhu a few times with his hand, then collected the banknotes.

"Okay, take a break, it's time to go to work in the afternoon."

"Okay, Master, I'll go back first."

He Yuzhu agreed and ran away.

Just kidding, he now has to put those treasures into the "Collection" for safekeeping.

Otherwise, if one of them was worn out while in his bag, he would be heartbroken.

This is just great.

He Yuzhu was in a good mood during the whole afternoon working hours.

Old Liu and the eldest grandson even joked with He Yuzhu that he was like a "wild boar that couldn't eat fine bran", and that he was so proud of having a pistol as a sidearm. If he were given a rifle, he would be so proud.

He Yuzhu simply said in an unfathomable way, "You don't understand," and then began to feel happy again.

This was shown to Da Sun and Lao Liu, who were also very happy.

"Ding-ling-ling-ling-ling"

As the bell rang for the end of get off work, He Yuzhu immediately tidied up his desk, got up and walked outside.

If you are not active after get off work, what are you waiting for to be active?

But as they walked, He Yuzhu felt something was wrong.

When I turned around, I saw that Da Sun and Lao Liu were smoking and chatting, completely unmoved.

"Brother Sun, Brother Liu, let's go, it's time to get off work."

He Yuzhu was a little suspicious whether he had heard it wrongly. The ringtone just now was not the bell for the end of get off work.

"It's okay, Zhuzi, just go your way. Dasun and I are different from you guys. We go up 24 and rest 48."

He Yuzhu reacted.

It seems, probably, should, possibly, perhaps, when he joined the company yesterday, Director Song mentioned that he also has night shifts, depending on the team's schedule.

But now He Yuzhu is the only one in his team, so how can he arrange the shifts?

Is it the same as the other side, play 24 and rest 48?

That would be equivalent to He Yuzhu becoming a "permanent resident".

Forget it, just forget it, just assume that “not said” equals “nothing”.

Let’s talk about it after I’ve “said” it.

"Okay, Brother Liu, Brother Sun, I'll be leaving first."

After greeting Lao Liu and Da Sun, He Yuzhu skillfully found Master Sun's assigned car, leaned on the front hood, smoked a cigarette, and waited for Xiao Li and Master Sun to come down.

"Zhu Zi, you left in such a hurry at noon that I didn't have time to ask you. Are you adapting well on your first day in the factory? Is your wound okay?"

On the way back, Master Sun seemed to be chatting casually about family matters.

But in fact, he was concerned about He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu subconsciously moved his shoulder and found that without paying special attention, the pain caused by the wound on his shoulder had almost disappeared.

"It's okay. I've adapted well."

As he spoke, He Yuzhu remembered his working hours and asked about it.

"By the way, Master, how do I work my shift? Yesterday, Director Song said that I have a night shift and I have to follow the shift schedule of the team. But I am the only one in my team. I can't be like my colleagues in the warehouse, working 24 hours a day and resting 48 hours a day."

Master Sun shook his head.

"No, their shifts are different from ours. You just need to go to Changbai now. When the guard company has training or a mission and needs to act at night, they will notify you in advance to keep watch. As for emergencies, they will go get the equipment first and then register with you when you go to work the next day."

"so good?"

He Yuzhu reacted.

Perhaps this position was specially created by Master Sun so that he could go to school.

Otherwise, when Director Song talked about the positions yesterday, he wouldn't have subconsciously glanced at Master Sun.

"What's so good about it? People who work three shifts get 3 yuan in meal allowances for each day they work, but you don't get any subsidies at all, not even if you have to stand guard at night."

Faced with He Yuzhu's blurt-out remarks, Master Sun was clearly saying one thing and thinking another.

The reason for the meal allowance is that the cold rolling mill only provides one lunch a day, and there is no food in the morning, evening or midnight, so people have to rely on bringing their own food or using leftovers.

For a factory like He Yuzhu's that provides meals all day long, there is no need for that.

"Hmph, wait until school starts in a few days, then you'll know if it's good or not."

Looking at He Yuzhu's strange eyes, Master Sun raised his head proudly.

Now it was He Yuzhu's turn to feel uncomfortable.

"Oh~~~"

For the next two days, He Yuzhu spent time getting to know new colleagues.

Lao Zhou and Lao Wu took over from Lao Liu and Dasun's class.

Lao Zhou just returned from North Korea less than a week ago.

This is also Lao Zhou’s first day at work.

Fortunately, Old Wu is one of the people who has stayed in the city since he came here.

Moreover, Old Wu was very talkative. He took Old Zhou and He Yuzhu with him, and they talked about everything from the bullet room to the light weapons room, and then to the heavy weapons room and chatted about daily life.

Even after the people who came to do business have left, they can still gossip about the people who came to do business.

At the end of the day, He Yuzhu felt that he now knew exactly which nest of mice in his warehouse could give birth and which cat was particularly fond of catching mice.

As for Lao Zheng and Xiao Liu who took over Lao Zhou and Lao Wu's class, they were no match for them.

Lao Zheng also retired from the Northern Baseball League.

However, he retired a little early and returned last year due to injury.

Perhaps, it was because of that injury that caused Lao Zheng to lose a hand, which led to him being a little taciturn now.

However, Old Zheng is still very caring towards He Yuzhu.

I can’t say that I can answer every question, but it’s almost there.

Sometimes, even Old Zheng, who is not good at speaking and has some difficulty in operating things, would demonstrate it to He Yuzhu when He Yuzhu asked a question.

To be honest, this made He Yuzhu, who had already paid "tribute" to Lao Zheng, admire him even more.

And Xiao Liu is the main reason why He Yuzhu said “no”.

Xiao Liu, who is in his twenties, should be considered as one of the first batch of people recruited by the factory after the economic and police restructuring.

I heard from Old Wu that behind Xiao Liu there seemed to be a relative of a shareholder or some leader in the cold rolling industry.

But this is not the reason why Xiao Liu thinks He Yuzhu’s nose is not a nose and his eyes are not eyes.

He Yuzhu thought that he was doing okay and was not that difficult to get along with.

When we met, he respectfully called me "Master" and handed me a cigarette. He greeted me with a smile and treated himself as an apprentice.

Moreover, everyone is not from the same system, so there is no fundamental conflict over "bonuses" and "positions".

We just chat and laugh, you praise me, I praise you, and everyone is happy. Isn't that all?

But Xiao Liu doesn't think so.

He looks like a superior "nobleman".

Well, you can be a "noble young master" just like that. There are always a few annoying people in every unit.

Anyway, He Yuzhu is here to "gild himself", so out of sight, out of mind.

If you don't bother me, I'll just pretend you don't exist.