Siheyuan: Me! He Yuzhu defies fate and changes destiny

Then He Yuzhu said loudly: "Who is willing to go to the kitchen of the steel factory to find He Daqing? I can pay fifty cents as a reward."

While everyone was still in a daze, Yan Jiecheng, who happened to be free, immediately ran over, raised his hand and said, "I'll go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Jiecheng ran away in a hurry, and the others only came to their senses at this time.

Fifty cents is now equivalent to buying five kilograms of coarse grains, which is definitely not a small amount.

Seeing Yan Jiecheng running away, Yang Xiaodi said in an angry tone, "He's making trouble again!" But then he chuckled.

He Yuzhu smiled and said, "No, I'm just worried about tiring Aunt Song. This is just a small errand, it's nothing."

In fact, it was not a big deal for this little errand boy. Whether it was He Yuzhu, Yang Xiaodi, or Chen Xueru, they all had enough money.

What they all lacked was shopping vouchers. In the past, He Yuzhu was usually rewarded in the form of money, but after the reform, although he now had a lot of money, the number of shopping vouchers was not much.

After all, the unit now only provides subsidies but not wages, and it is even more impossible to issue food coupons.

Many people regret not buying something they had the opportunity to spend money on in the past.

However, He Yuzhu didn't care about this because he had already made preparations and stockpiled a lot of supplies.

By 1958 or even 1959, if a real shortage occurred, the things he had previously accumulated could be sold at ten or even dozens of times the price.

At that time, even the so-called rare items were not worth the price of a meal.

It is for this reason that He Yuzhu has been constantly accumulating meat, grain and other supplies in the past few years. He has stockpiled enough supplies for three years.

Especially with Chen Xueru's help, there will be no shortage of clothes even if they are used up, and in that environment, the items exchanged can be used like cash.

When those countries exchange their bonds, I am afraid that materials will be in great shortage. Now that the reform has just started, the situation is relatively better.

At this time, Yan Bugui walked in from the front yard and saw He Yuzhu pushing a bicycle. He felt very envious and remembered that he had not bought it before because he thought it was too expensive.

Nowadays, it is difficult to buy a bicycle even if you have money, because bicycle tickets are too difficult to get. Besides, the only bicycle in the yard is He Daqing's, and now he and his son each have one bicycle.

Yan Bugui asked, "Zhu Zi, you have a bicycle now?" He Yuzhu replied, "Uncle San, you have a good memory. Didn't I ride it when I came here? This was given to me by my master when I became his apprentice."

Yan Bugui said, "Didn't you go to college? You kowtowed to me and became my apprentice!" Yang Xiaodi replied, "My husband not only passed the exam to become a first-class chef, but he also became a master chef before he went to college."

Everyone was very shocked when they heard this. Recently, they have been promoting the issue of professional skill levels. Yan Bugui has a cousin in school who knows these professional levels.

I especially know how important it is to be a first-class chef.

At this time, Jia Zhang came out and said, "Huh, he's just a first-class chef, what's so great about that? My son is a second-class fitter, and his master is a sixth-class fitter. What's the point of you being a first-class fitter?"

Yan Bugui immediately explained, "Sister-in-law, a chef is completely different from a fitter. A fitter starts at level one and works his way up to level eight, while a chef is just the opposite, starting at level ten and working his way up to level one, which is the best. A level one chef can earn 89.5 yuan a month."

After listening to Yan Bugui's explanation, Jia Zhang felt that she had lost face. Among the young people in the hospital, her son should have been the best, but she didn't expect that He Yuzhu would suppress him after he came back. So Jia Zhang said stubbornly: "My son is so smart, he will definitely be rated as an eighth-level fitter in the future!"

At this time, Yang Xiaodi smiled and continued: "Haha, Brother Zhuzi just got the eighth-level fitter certificate some time ago!"

Yan Bugui was very surprised to hear this. This eighth-level fitter can get 90.90 yuan per month, which is more than the 9.50 yuan of the first-level chef. Then Yan Bugui asked He Yuzhu, "Zhuzi, is this true?"

He Yuzhu nodded and said, "It's just a try. I don't really want to be a fitter!" This sentence spread to every corner of the compound.

After hearing what He Yuzhu said, everyone fell silent and listened to what he said - why don't you want to be a fitter? Just treat it as practice!

The men in the compound here are mostly employees of the steel plant and are familiar with the job evaluation rules. Yan Bugui continued to ask, "Zhu Zi, you don't want to be a chef or a fitter anymore, what are you going to do?"

At this time, Yang Xiaodi proudly replied: "Brother Zhuzi's goal is of course to be an engineer. He already has a Level 5 engineer certificate, so of course he can't do that!"

After hearing what Yang Xiaodi said, only Yan Bugui understood the importance of this position, and no one else understood it. Because the profession of engineer was too far away for these people and they could not understand it at all.

"What, engineer? I heard engineers are very good!"

"Yes, I heard that even the most junior engineers can earn more than a hundred a month?"

"Yes, in the past, that would be equivalent to a monthly salary of one million!"

"Indeed, a monthly salary of over 100 yuan is already very good now. No one in our courtyard can earn that much!"

"It's over a hundred. How can I spend so much money?" "I can't spend it even if I eat meat every day!"

"That's right. The He family is doing really well now. Not only do all the family members have city hukou, but He Daqing and He Yuzhu are also regular employees. He Daqing is a cook in the cafeteria, and his monthly salary is 71.5 yuan. Add to that He Yuzhu's income, my God, this family is so rich!"

Hearing these discussions, Jia Zhang's eyes turned red with envy. You know, at that time, you could get a city hukou for more than 100,000 yuan, but Jia Zhang thought the cost was too high and it was unnecessary. At that time, there was no need to ration things when buying things, and it seemed that there was no difference between having a city hukou or not.

However, He Daqing directly obtained a city hukou for the girl from the countryside. Unexpectedly, after the reform, rural hukou could not buy the quota of grain, and urban hukou was indispensable for buying grain. Except for her own son, everyone else in the family had a rural hukou, and even the children's hukou was under her name.

Banggeng and Xiaodang have rural hukou, as do Qin Huairu and herself. But now there is no chance to get rural hukou. There are several ways to get urban hukou: one is to find a formal job in the city; the second is to make great contributions, and be rewarded and get a job; the third is to get into college, in fact, the employment and distribution of college students are almost the same.

At this time, Jia Zhang said coldly:

"Tsk, you guys are really nosy. No matter how good their life is, it has nothing to do with you. Can you get a penny?"

The aunt of the Fu family did not forgive her after hearing this:

"Jia Zhang, we didn't have the audacity to go to their place to steal food and get beaten up. We were just chatting, what's the big deal!"

Although the woman of the Fu family usually kept a low profile in the courtyard, her husband was the director of the meat factory. In the whole courtyard, apart from the He family, the Fu family never had to worry about meat, and several of the Fu family's children also joined the army. If she dared to provoke the woman of the Fu family, the street committee would definitely drive her out.

She was almost kicked out once. If Jia Dongxu and Yi Zhonghai hadn't come to apologize, the Fu family would have kicked her out long ago.

From then on, whenever the women of the Fu family had a dispute with Jia Zhang, Jia Zhang could only bow her head and admit her mistakes honestly.

In fact, the women of the Fu family understand that they will not get involved in anything that has nothing to do with them, no matter how big the matter is.

But if anyone dares to bully them, that's absolutely not allowed.

In the capital, the citizens of Beijing believe that face is the most important thing and they cannot lose face no matter what. Just when everyone was about to fight, Yan Jiecheng ran to the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

After completing the registration, Yan Jiecheng hurried to the kitchen and happened to meet Yi Zhonghai. Yi Zhonghai stopped him:

"Jiecheng, where are you going? Why are you in such a hurry?" Yan Jiecheng did not hide anything:

“I went to look for Uncle He Daqing. He Yuzhu came back and asked me to come and discuss the wedding with him.

I don't have time to talk to you anymore, I'm going to find my uncle!"

Yan Jiecheng did not mention the matter of the fifty cents. In his heart, nothing was more important than money.

When Yi Zhonghai heard the news, it was like a bolt from the blue. He Yuzhu was not dead, but came back and was planning to get married.

More importantly, during casual conversations, Yi Zhonghai had told He Daqing many times that all the living expenses he had taken were transferred to the two of them.

But now not a cent has been transferred. What if he is discovered? Will he go to jail for this? Yi Zhonghai suddenly panicked. No, he must go back and check.

He wanted to deal with the matter properly. After saying this, he stopped going to the toilet and went straight to the workshop director:

"Director, something urgent happened at home, I want to ask for leave, is that okay?" The workshop director knew that Yi Zhonghai was very serious about his work.

There are three level eight workers, seventeen level seven workers, and Yi Zhonghai's name is among the fifty-four level six workers. I believe that with the technical level Yi Zhonghai showed last time, he will soon be promoted to level seven.

Therefore, the workshop director was willing to give him this face. Yi Zhonghai said gratefully:

"Thank you, Director. I'll leave if I have nothing else to do!" Jia Dongxu and his colleagues who were still working were discussing:

"Master Yi, what's going on?" Jia Dongxu responded:

"I don't know, let me go ask!"

He stopped the machine and went to find the workshop director:

"Director, hello, may I ask what's going on with our master? What happened?" The workshop director was impressed by Jia Dongxu, so he explained:

"I'm not sure, but it might be something that happened in the compound. I guess he himself wasn't affected!"

When he heard about the courtyard house, Jia Dongxu thought of his unruly mother.

It was probably just some trivial matter and I wouldn't be able to help if I went back.

Anyway, the master was capable of handling it, and would always favor his family members, so Jia Dongxu stopped worrying and continued to concentrate on his work.

If He Yuzhu was here at this moment, he would never believe that someone like Jia Dongxu would die unexpectedly.