Only children in Siheyuan make choices. I want them all.

Suddenly, everyone looked at Qin Huairu as if they had telepathic connection.

"What! You want me to go?" Qin Huairu pointed at herself with a look of disbelief.

"That's right, Huairu! Just sacrifice your looks. A young man like Zhang Jianjun who has just reached adulthood has no resistance to a young woman like you."

The words spoken by the third uncle, coupled with his gold-rimmed glasses, made him look like a gentleman with bad manners.

Qin Huairu suddenly became anxious. She pointed at the third uncle's nose and asked loudly: "Your daughter-in-law Yu Li is not only prettier than me, but also younger than me. Why don't you let her go?"

The third uncle was speechless and couldn't utter a word.

The second uncle also jumped out and advised: "Hey Huairu! We just asked you to act, why are you so angry? How about this, when the money is returned, we will each give you a hundred yuan as a reward, what do you think?"

An old man also spoke up at the right time: "Yes, Huairu, it's 500 yuan for the five of us, which is already a lot! You should agree to it."

Qin Huairu knew that it was impossible, so of course she was unwilling to do it. "No! I can't do such a thing no matter what. How can our Dongxu face people in the future?"

The bootlicker Sha Zhu didn't want to see Qin Huairu and use himself as bait, so he spoke up to agree.

"Yes! If Sister Qin does this, how can she face people in the future?"

When Jia Zhang heard this method, she immediately spoke up, thinking that it would not only help her get her money back, but also allow her to earn an extra 500 yuan.

"Are you really going to give us 500 yuan after we get the money? If so, I'll agree on behalf of Qin Huairu!"

Qin Huairu was immediately disappointed with her mother-in-law. She lowered her head and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I agree! But words are not enough. I want you to sign a written agreement."

Everyone was immediately delighted when they heard it, except for the bootlicker Sha Zhu who was a little unhappy. The third uncle personally took out paper and pen and started writing. After a while, everyone signed and sealed it.

Qin Huairu rushed before Jia Zhangshi, put the document in her pocket, and left without looking back.

Everyone chatted for a few more sentences and then went their separate ways.

At this time, Zhang Jianjun had already steamed all 300 large steamed buns. He took a bun and took a bite.

"Not bad! After all these years, my skills as a chef have not fallen behind. These steamed buns taste soft and sweet. If I calculate two steamed buns per meal, these steamed buns will be enough for me to eat for fifty days."

"The three-year natural disaster is coming. By then, the average daily food ration will be only 4 taels, and it will be coarse grains that will hurt your throat. Even if you are rich, you won't be able to buy food."

"I will take advantage of this period to stockpile as much supplies as possible. Anyway, time is still in space, so even if I prepare a lot, it won't go bad."

Zhang Jianjun planned to proceed step by step, so as not to attract the attention of those with ulterior motives, and to slowly stockpile supplies to survive the three years of natural disasters.

At this time, there was still an hour and a half before the medicine was ready. Zhang Jianjun took out the iron sand and began to polish his skin.

The so-called skin refining is to constantly stimulate the skin through external force to make it firmer and tighter, but this requires special medicine and breathing methods.

Otherwise, if the skin refining is not completed, all the skin on your body will be refined away and you will be ruined.

After polishing with iron sand for more than an hour and combining it with a special breathing method, all the pores on Zhang Jianjun's body opened up and his skin became red.

"Now is the time to soak in the medicine."

The huge wooden barrel was already filled with hot water. Zhang Jianjun slowly poured the boiled liquid medicine into it. The originally clear bath water slowly turned black and shiny. He took off his clothes and pants and soaked directly in the bathtub.

"Shh! It fucking hurts."

Suddenly a piercing pain spread throughout his body, and Zhang Jianjun couldn't help but curse out loud, but now was not the time to be distracted, he still had to use a special breathing method to absorb the medicine.

All things are difficult at the beginning, but as long as he can get through the pain the first time, it will only get easier later on.

An hour passed in a flash, and Zhang Jianjun finally survived the torment. He wiped off the remaining water stains on his body and suddenly felt refreshed all over, as if he had been reborn. This was a sign that impurities in the body were being expelled.

After finishing today's practice, Zhang Jianjun lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. In the middle of the night, he was suddenly awakened by the sound of light footsteps.

Although it was night, his golden eyes could see everything clearly. He saw Qin Huairu tiptoeing in from outside the door.

"How's it going? What did you come up with?"

Zhang Jianjun's sudden question startled Qin Huairu, and her two big white rabbits shook violently.

"Jianjun, you're not asleep yet? They want to use me to seduce you, and then they want to accuse you of being a hooligan and use this as a handle to force you to surrender. This is the document they wrote to me."

Zhang Jianjun took the document and started reading it.

"Good! Very good! They are really willing to spend a lot of money and actually promised to give you 500 yuan as a reward! Second uncle and third uncle, since you are not kind, don't blame me for being unjust."

Qin Huairu asked curiously: "It's so dark, can you see clearly without turning on the light? How do you plan to deal with them?"

Zhang Jianjun hugged Qin Huairu, put his mouth close to her ear, and whispered softly.

"I have the eyes of God, of course I can see clearly. You can pretend to seduce me and then I will ruthlessly reject you. When they see that you are unsuccessful, they will naturally change people. Then I will take advantage of their tricks."

Qin Huairu naturally didn't take Shen Zhitong's words to heart. Instead, she stretched out her arms to hug Zhang Jianjun and said tenderly: "Are you tired from work today? Let me give you a massage."

Zhang Jianjun nodded and said with a smile, "Okay! Thank you, Sister Qin! I'm a little tired today."

Qin Huairu didn't waste any time and started massaging Zhang Jianjun's temples. Zhang Jianjun's originally groggy head instantly became much clearer.

Zhang Jianjun got up at seven in the morning. After doing breathing exercises for an hour, he had breakfast, washed up, and went to the Red Star Steel Mill.

At this time, all employees of the first workshop of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill had gathered. This is how it is in state-owned enterprises, and roll call is taken every morning.

Director Yang held up the roll call list and said loudly to all the employees: "We have a new colleague today. Let him introduce himself to everyone."

Zhang Jianjun walked out of the team and stood beside Director Yang. He cleared his throat and said with a smile: "Hello everyone, my name is Zhang Jianjun. I learned locksmithing from my father for a few days. I hope you can take care of me. I would like to thank you in advance."

Uncle Yi Zhonghai happened to be in a workshop. He muttered disdainfully in the crowd: "Why is this little bastard here? I'm going to kill him today."

The worker next door whispered, "Is this the guy you said defrauded you of more than a thousand? Don't worry, I will help you deal with him."

When Director Yang saw that no one applauded after Zhang Jianjun finished his self-introduction, he took the lead in applauding.

Everyone didn't want to offend Director Yang, so they all applauded. However, they were very disdainful of Zhang Jianjun in their hearts. This young man who had just arrived was the target of bullying by the old employees in the factory. Bullying of newcomers happens everywhere, and the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill is no exception.

After the roll call, the old man came up with a fake smile. "Jianjun! You're here at the Red Star Steel Mill too? Why don't you become an apprentice with me? I guarantee you'll become a first-class fitter in three months."

"Thank you! No need, sir."

Zhang Jianjun's polite refusal seemed like submission to the old man, so he spoke arrogantly.

"Young man, don't be too arrogant. The waters of the locksmith trade are very deep and you can't grasp them. If you don't take me as your master, your path will be narrowed."

Zhang Jianjun was too lazy to pay attention to this idiot and just turned around and left. This made the old man very angry, but the opportunity for revenge soon came.

A batch of materials came into the workshop. An old man, relying on his status as an eighth-level fitter, walked up to Zhang Jianjun and said with a smile.

"Jianjun! A batch of materials has arrived in the workshop. Go and move them over to me."

Zhang Jianjun didn't say anything. After all, it was his job. So he walked towards where the materials were piled. When he saw the mountains of steel on the ground, he was dumbfounded.

"No one's coming to help?"

Zhang Jianjun looked around and saw that everyone was standing there watching the fun, and no one came forward to help.

Zhang Jianjun knew that he was being targeted. He said nothing and just stood there motionless. Whoever wanted to move the steel could do so. He wouldn't care anyway.

The old man suddenly became anxious. He shouted: "Move it! What are you doing standing there? We are waiting for the materials. Can you take responsibility for delaying the construction period?"

"If we need to move, we should all move together. Are you standing there like Yi Zhonghai, thinking I'm a pushover? Don't scare me with the construction deadline. Even if the construction is delayed, it's your fault."

Zhang Jianjun directly confronted the old man, because he would definitely not be the one who would suffer in the end.

"You just moved when I told you to. Why are you so new here? Being an apprentice means hard labor. It's the same wherever you go."

Hu Che, a co-worker next to the uncle, spoke loudly.

"Yi Zhonghai, take care of your dog and don't let him bark at me. Besides, who told you that I'm here to be an apprentice?"

When Hu Che saw that Zhang Jianjun dared to scold him, he immediately rushed over to attack him, but was held tightly by the old man.

"Old Hu, don't get excited. If you hit him, this guy will definitely extort a lot of money from you. Let me deal with him."

Hu Che nodded and agreed reluctantly.

The uncle said seriously: "Jianjun! If you are not an apprentice, then you are a skilled worker. Just listen to me, it will do you no harm."

"How do you know I'm not a technician? Did your son tell you?" Zhang Jianjun was so mean that he cursed people and exposed their shortcomings, which made the old man immediately angry.

"Boy! Since you said you are a technician, do you dare to bet with me? There is a machinist level test this afternoon. If you pass, I will give you a bicycle ticket. If you fail, you have to pay 200 yuan."

[The system detected that the host was making a decision. He chose not to gamble and obtained the skill of god-level fishing. He would return with a full load every time he went fishing.]

[Choose the second bet to gain the skill of hitting the target every time, whether shooting or throwing, you will hit the target every time. ]

Both options were very tempting, which put Zhang Jianjun in a dilemma. However, seeing the smug smiles on the old man and his fellow workers, he decided to take the gamble.

"Let's bet on who's afraid of who!? We need written evidence, otherwise I won't be able to win over all of you with so many people."

At this time, Director Yang's voice came from not far away. "Don't bother. Lao Yi, give me the bicycle ticket, and Xiao Zhang, give me the two hundred yuan. Whoever wins the bet will get all these things."

You have to know that in 1958, a bicycle was very rare. You couldn't buy a bicycle without a ticket no matter how much money you spent, unless it was an illegal bicycle without a stamp.

The uncle and Zhang Jianjun both felt that Director Yang's proposal was fair and reasonable, and time soon came to the afternoon.

Unexpectedly, a big shot actually came to inspect, and Zhang Jianjun keenly realized that this was a good opportunity to rise to prominence.

"Jianjun, what level of fitter do you want to take?" Director Yang asked with a smile.

"Reporting to Director Yang, I want to take the eighth-level fitter exam."

After hearing what Zhang Jianjun said, the scene suddenly became quiet, but after a few seconds everyone burst into laughter again.

"Where did this stupid boy come from? He made me laugh so hard that my stomach hurts. Does he think that the eighth-level fitter is easy to get? He still wants to take the eighth-level fitter exam."

"Yes! Judging from his age, he is just an adult. He is still too young."

Sure enough, Zhang Jianjun's words attracted the attention of the big shot. He looked up at Zhang Jianjun, and a sense of pressure from a person who had been in a superior position for a long time suddenly came over him.

Zhang Jianjun was neither humble nor arrogant. He looked directly at the important man without any sign of cowardice.

"Good! Very good, you are the most arrogant little guy I have ever seen. I hope your strength can match your arrogance. Prepare for the eighth-level fitter exam!"

Who dares to neglect the words of the big shot? Everyone hurriedly brought the examination materials for the eighth-level fitter.

Zhang Jianjun picked up a part, looked at the drawing and started working immediately. It didn't take long before the part was made, and the big shot personally took a vernier caliper to measure it.

"The error is less than one millimeter. It's really a miracle! Are you really only eighteen years old?"

Everyone present was shocked by Zhang Jianjun. They didn't expect that parts made by hand could be better than those processed by machines. Even if they were processed by machines, the error was more than one millimeter.

An old man shouted in disbelief: "How is it possible? He must have cheated! Even if I made this part, the error would be five millimeters."