Siheyuan: Since 51

"She'll stay in school. She's always had this idea."

Lin Zhiyuan handed Zhou Liping a cigarette, then remembered that it would be uncomfortable for university teachers when the wind blew strongly, so he pretended to be relaxed and mentioned it nonchalantly.

"Why didn't you think of working in a factory? Workers and peasants are in charge. It's so glorious to be a worker."

Zhou Liping didn't take it seriously and said with a smile: "Well, we didn't talk much. Let's see what she thinks. Besides, there are still a few months left."

Lin Zhiyuan did not continue to persuade him, but said: "Your brother-in-law Tang Wenqiang graduated normally, you can bring him here directly. The union is short of people, and he is also a talent after high school. I will bring him to work when the time comes."

"It's done!"

After get off work, the two went to Zhou's house together.

It is said that people feel refreshed when they are happy. Mr. Zhou was in high spirits, with wrinkles on his face due to joy.

Lin Zhiyuan joked, "Old man, four generations will soon live together. Isn't that exciting?"

"Hahaha!"

Mr. Zhou laughed a few times and raised his eyebrows. "It's great. It's quite great."

After saying that, he waved his hands repeatedly, "In the past years, there were wars and people didn't live long enough, so living with four generations under one roof was unthinkable!"

"Then you must take care of yourself. When the little one is born, you will have to take him for a walk."

Mr. Zhou's eyes sparkled, "Hahaha, this is good."

Perhaps because he was happy, Mr. Zhou also drank a few cups of wine with them.

It was not until dark that Lin Zhiyuan said goodbye and went home.

The pilot program for level 8 workers was proposed by Hao Zhengyi at the Party Committee meeting, seconded by Lin Zhiyuan, followed by Li Huaide and Chu Chen, and was successfully passed.

After organizing and submitting the plan, within two days, the superior approved the pilot project.

In mid-May, a team of more than 5 people came from Anshan Iron and Steel Group in Northeast China.

We provide non-stop training to all employees in the steel rolling mill, as well as strict work-level assessments.

It took more than a month, until the end of June, to finally be completed, marking the beginning of the eighth-level worker era for the steel rolling mill.

Everyone in the courtyard had different reactions to this.

Liu Haizhong was only rated as a fifth-level blacksmith with a salary of 61.7 yuan.

Compared with Yi Zhonghai, a level six fitter with a salary of 72.3, the difference in money is tolerable, but the one-level difference in level makes Liu Haizhong a little resentful.

He Daqing is a level 55 cook, 35.5 yuan, and Sha Zhu is a level cook, yuan.

Lao He was originally the canteen monitor, and Sha Zhu took advantage of this work-level assessment to be promoted to the third canteen monitor.

Including the 2 yuan squad leader subsidy for the two of them, the He family’s total income is nearly one million yuan, which is definitely considered a high-income household in the hospital.

Wang Aimin, a level 27.5 cook, received 33 yuan, and Qin Huaiwu, a level blacksmith, received yuan...

Jia Dongxu was conceited, but he didn't even pass the second level. He and Yi Mingxin, who came later, were both first-level fitters.

Compared with his neighbors in the courtyard, Jia Dongxu felt extremely unbalanced.

No one in the factory dared to make trouble, so they returned to the yard and went straight to Yi's house. As soon as they entered the door, they started complaining.

"Master, don't you think the Northeastern team is just making a fuss? I've been in the factory for many years, and I was rejected for the third-level assessment. I didn't perform well. I didn't even pass the second-level assessment. Isn't that a bit too much..."

Yi Zhonghai was annoyed by the non-stop chatter, so he picked up the can on the table, took a sip of water, and snorted in annoyance.

"Dongxu, what can I say about you? There is nothing wrong with the process, but your skills are not solid and your workmanship is sloppy. Can you blame others?"

Jia Dongxu refused to accept it, stared at him and refuted immediately.

"How can it not be solid? According to the new standards, I have worked on level 3 projects for a while before, and I have never failed to complete the task successfully."

Yi Zhonghai opened his mouth, wanting to preach something, but ended up trying to comfort him.

"Relax and work harder in the future. We are supposed to have an assessment every year. Next year, we will try to get to level three in one go."

Jia Dongxu curled his lips. It was easy for him to say that, but in just one year, he would lose millions of dollars in income.

On June 6, which was yesterday, the 25-level salary system was fully implemented.

Lin Zhiyuan was promoted from level 18 to level 17, and his salary increased again to 101 million, making him the highest-paid person in the hospital.

The money owed to the deaf old lady has long been repaid.

Yi Mingxin bought a bicycle for Yi Zhonghai and it was also done at the beginning of the month.

Lin Zhiyuan decided not to let himself down anymore.

dinner.

Eat and chat.

Lin Zhiyuan took a bite of the food and suggested with a smile.

"Huai Ru, my family has a good income, so I'll go buy a bicycle tomorrow. We already have two in the yard, so they won't be too eye-catching."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Xiaoying's brows lit up with joy.

"Brother Zhiyuan, I've wanted to buy it for a long time. I mentioned it to Aimin before, but he insisted on keeping a low profile."

As he said that, he glared at Wang Aimin and said, "You go tomorrow too!"

Qin Huaiwu rolled his eyes, not wanting to be outdone, "Count me in!"

Lin Zhihao rolled his eyes and chuckled, "Great, Brother Guangqi is really good at riding a bike now. I've wanted to learn from him for a long time."

Lin Manyu also smiled and said, "I want to learn too."

Seeing this, Qin Huairu shrugged and smiled, "Everyone agrees, so I can't object. Let's go buy it tomorrow."

Lin Zhihao grinned, "That's good. We have three bicycles at home, so I will definitely have something to ride."

Lin Manyu refused to admit defeat and immediately said, "Tsk, I must have learned it first."

……

Silent all night.

The next day, Lin Zhiyuan, Qin Huaiwu and Wang Aimin, the three brothers, left home early and went straight to the supply and marketing cooperative.

It happened to be the weekend, and as life has been stable in recent years, quite a lot of people visited the supply and marketing cooperative.

Qin Huaiwu and Wang Aimin also wanted to go for a walk.

Lin Zhiyuan was not in the mood for this and led the two of them straight to the bicycle sales point.

"Comrade, there are three of us, each of us will get a Fei Ge."

The salesman raised his eyes, squinted and looked at it for a few seconds, "285 million for one."

Lin Zhiyuan took out some money from his pocket and glanced at the two of them. "What are you waiting for? Take out the money."

Wang Aimin looked at the bicycles nearby, took out his money, and muttered, "Brother Zhiyuan, why don't we pick one?"

Qin Huaiwu nodded, "Yes, brother-in-law, let's take a look first!"

"What the hell, Feige is a domestic product and it's easy to ride, so I'll take it."

……

Ten minutes later, the three of them pushed their bicycles out of the supply and marketing cooperative and walked a few steps forward.

Lin Zhiyuan stepped onto the bicycle and prepared to pedal.

Qin Huaiwu said anxiously: "Brother-in-law, wait, I don't know how to ride!"

Lin Zhiyuan was startled, turned back and frowned, then scolded with a smile: "If you don't know how to ride, what's the point of buying a hammer!"

Qin Huaiwu reached out and touched the back of his head, "You all have to buy it, so I can't be left behind!"

Wang Aimin got on the car and smiled triumphantly.

"Before, when I had nothing to do, I would go to the security room and ride a bicycle to learn. Now, I can do it with both hands off the handlebars."

Qin Huaiwu cried, "I never had this opportunity before!"

Lin Zhiyuan waved his hand and said, "You are so big, ride slowly. When you are about to fall, use your feet to support yourself..."

Qinhuai Wuren was tall and strong, so he learned quickly. After going to the police station to get his stamp, he could ride like a pro. "Hey, this isn't that hard!"

Lin Zhiyuan ignored him and rode home on his bike.

When I reached the gate, I was stopped by a postman.

"Hello, comrade. Are you staying in this hospital?"