The Beginning of Siheyuan: The Pig Killer of Qinjia Village

Chang Wei had already anticipated what Yan Bugui would choose, so he smiled and continued, "The second thing is something I can help with. You want Jie Cheng to learn how to kill pigs, so I can find someone to help him in the slaughterhouse as a handyman.

They slaughter pigs all day long. Just be patient and watch carefully. After a few years, you will be able to do it.

But, no salary.

Of course, we can’t let Xie Cheng work for nothing. I’ll help him apply for some benefits, and he should be able to get some. If he performs well, maybe one day when they need a job, it will be a natural thing to do.”

He had just heard what Yan Bugui said, and he guessed what he was planning. How could it be possible for him to be his apprentice? Even if Yan Bugui's plan was multiplied ten or a hundred times, it would not be worth the title of his apprentice.

This is simply trying to take advantage of him for no reason...

On the surface, the second option is not to offend others. As for the final result, it depends on whether the painting sent by Yan Bugui is real or not, and how much it is worth. If it is not worth a penny, then Yan Jiecheng will definitely run away as a free laborer, and there will be no such thing as a natural result.

Yan Bugui heard that although there was no salary, there were benefits and opportunities for excellent recruitment...

Isn't this the original purpose of his coming here? When an apprentice learns a craft, he or she is a free laborer, working for many years.

The only missing link was not letting Chang Wei accept his son as his apprentice. This seemed to be a win-win situation, as he wouldn't have to give gifts during festivals in the future...

The thought flashed through his mind, and he smiled happily and said quickly.

"Awei, let Jie Cheng do odd jobs. Sorry to bother you."

Chang Wei smiled and nodded. "Okay, I'll go to the factory tomorrow to talk to the leader and get back to you after get off work."

Yan Bugui stood up and said goodbye. "Thank you, Awei. Come to my house for a drink when you have time. I won't bother you anymore."

He was really grateful. The painting was worthless, and Chang Wei didn't even look at it, which proved that he was helping out out of favor...

"It's just a matter of convenience. You're welcome, Third Uncle. I'll take you there."

Chang Wei smiled and sent Yan Bugui out of the hospital.

Then he returned to the living room, picked up the painting on the table and opened it.

The first thing I saw was a poem I wrote myself: The ground of the Brahma King is covered with gold, and the white jade forms a forest of flowers after the twelfth lunar month. I might as well use ink to drink wine, and write a clear shadow horizontally and obliquely.

The signature seal is Tang Yin.

Below is a crooked tree without any leaves, only a bunch of black dots on the branches that look like flowers...

He Yushui just came back and stood by to take a look and said, "Brother Awei, this should be a painting of plum blossoms. It looks like it."

Chang Wei patted her on the head. "Hurry up and wash up, and read a book, or someone will spank you again."

He Yushui stuck out her tongue playfully and hurried into the house.

This reminder made Chang Wei take a closer look. It really looked like plum blossoms. Was it a plum blossom painting by Tang Bohu?

He complained in his heart, no matter if it was true or not, he couldn't appreciate it anyway. In his eyes, it was no different from a child's scribbles. This was my wife Xu Huizhen's dish, but if it was really Tang Bohu's, it should be worth a few dollars...

At this moment, the gate rang again.

Chang Wei gathered his thoughts, put the painting into his personal space, and went to open the door.

I thought, what's going on tonight? It's so lively...

When he opened the door, a figure ran up to him happily and hugged his arm.

"Brother Awei."

Chang Wei saw that the visitors were Xu Fugui and his daughter, so he touched Xu Ling's head and said with a smile, "Uncle Xu is here, come in and sit down."

Xu Fugui smiled and nodded. "Awei, I hope I didn't disturb your rest so late."

"How could that be? Didn't we just have dinner?"

"That's good."

As they were talking, three people came into the living room.

Xu Ling let go of Chang Wei's arm and ran to get the thermos to pour water familiarly.

Chang Wei said politely. "Uncle Xu, sit down."

Xu Fugui sat down and put a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes on the table. "I got this from a friend. Ah Wei, try it. It tastes good."

"Dad, this is for you." Xu Ling brought the poured water and unceremoniously picked up the Zhonghua cigarettes on the table. "Brother Awei, I'll put the cigarettes in the cabinet for you."

Having said that, he happily put the cigarettes in the cigarette cabinet next to the door and came back to sit next to Chang Wei.

Xu Fugui looked at his daughter's behavior and his mouth twitched. Why did he feel like an outsider...

The water was only poured for him, and the cigarettes were sent directly to the cabinet...

Sit next to Chang Wei instead of his father...

This~ Why does it feel like visiting my son-in-law's house...

"Thank you, Uncle Xu." Chang Wei smiled and thanked him, then looked at Xu Ling and said, "Xiao Lingzi, go to the inner room and play."

For more than 30 years after the founding of the People's Republic of China, Zhonghua cigarettes have always been specially supplied and cannot be bought on the market. If someone brings a pack to your door, there must be something wrong.

Xu Ling said "Yeah!" obediently, then got up and went into the inner room.

Xu Fugui looked at his daughter's back in surprise. When did this girl become so obedient?

Chang Wei looked at Xu Fugui and asked, "Uncle Xu, what's the matter?"

Xu Fugui came back to his senses and explained his purpose directly. "Awei, I need your help with something. Because Zhuzi went to work at the Shengli Canning Factory, Damao knew about it. They have always been at odds with each other since they were young, so he is making a scene and is unwilling to take over my job at the steel mill.

I would like to ask you if there are any workstations for sale in your factory, or if you know any leaders who can arrange a place for me to work in the factory..."

When Chang Wei heard this, he guessed that Sha Zhu must have gone to mock Xu Damao. They were really enemies, and they never missed any opportunity to attack each other...

"Uncle Xu, what a coincidence! There is a worker in our slaughterhouse who has recently suffered a relapse of his old injury and is unable to go to work. He also has no relatives at home to take over the job. If you need it, I can help you contact him. You can negotiate the specific price with him yourself."

Xu Fugui was delighted when he heard this and said quickly, "That's great. Thank you for your concern, Awei."

Thinking of the current tight schedule at work, he added anxiously, "Awei, this needs to be done as soon as possible. If someone else gets there first, it will be difficult for us to deal with it later."

Chang Wei smiled and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Xu. I'll go to the factory tomorrow and ask him. He lives in the factory dormitory."

Xu Fugui clasped his fists politely. "Then I'll leave it to you, Awei. Thank you for your concern."

Chang Wei also responded with a smile. "Uncle Xu, you are too polite. We are all neighbors. I am just running a small errand for you."

For Xu Ling's sake, you should be polite to Old Xu...

Xu Fugui stood up and said goodbye. "Then I won't bother you anymore. Ah Wei, tell Xu Ling to go home."

"Xiao Lingzi, go home with Uncle Xu!" Chang Wei called to the inner room and said politely, "Uncle Xu, I'll take you there."

After Chang Wei sent Xu Fugui and his daughter away, he couldn't help but think, there shouldn't be anyone coming later, right?

Complaints, this kid Shazhu is always causing trouble with his bad mouth...

There are some things, right? The more you think there is nothing, the more it appears...

Just as he entered the living room and opened a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from the cigarette cabinet, but before he lit it, there was a knock on the gate again.

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