Siheyuan: I am Yi Zhonghai's biological son

At the celebration banquet of the First Steel Rolling Mill, Director Li pulled Yi Ping'an to sit next to him. He was so enthusiastic that Yi Ping'an wanted to tell him: What do you want to do? Just tell me, I'm scared.

"Mr. Yi, you are the main contributor to the successful completion of this renovation task. Come, I will toast you a glass on behalf of the factory. You can't refuse!" Director Li started by urging people to drink.

"Director Li, you're too polite. I also thank Director Li and all the seniors for their care during this period. It makes us both feel the warmth of home." Yi Ping'an replied.

Then it started with Director Liang, who toasted us with glass of wine one after another. As they drank, Shao Dongyang got drunk. Yi Ping'an also felt something was wrong. Was he trying to get us drunk?

What does that mean? Yi Pingan started to pretend to be drunk and drink with them.

Then I heard Director Li say, "Engineer Yi, what do you think of our First Steel Rolling Mill? Is it good?"

"Of course, the big brother of the steel mill."

"Does Engineer Yi like our factory? Do you want to develop in our factory? Just come. The position of chief engineer will be yours." Director Li was not the kind of person who liked to beat around the bush, so he went straight to the point.

"No, I can't leave my dad." Yi Pingan was glad for his strong excuse. He couldn't just refuse, he was just a technical guy, and the other person's position and age were older than him.

"No? What does this have to do with your father?" Director Li didn't understand what this had to do with. Besides, you've graduated from college. Although you're young, you can't be weaned, right? You still can't leave your father?

"My father works at the Third Steel Rolling Mill, and I don't want to be separated from him." Yi Ping'an "spoke the truth after drinking."

"What the hell? Your father works at the Third Steel Rolling Mill?" Director Li finally understood why Chen Laokou was able to keep Yi Gong. This was an open conspiracy!

"Mr. Yi, think about it again. You have grown up now, and the little eagle has to fly on its own, right?" Director Li still did not give up.

"That won't work. I've only just met my father and it's been less than half a year. I won't leave him." In Yi Ping'an's eyes, since he has made a choice, he will not change it easily.

I said a lot of nice things, but Yi Ping'an was stubborn and refused to agree.

Director Li had no choice but to give up, and Chen Laokou had found a treasure this time.

Early the next morning, Yi Ping'an woke up Shao Dongyang, quickly packed up his things, had breakfast and went back immediately. It was too dangerous.

Returning to the Third Steel Rolling Mill, Yi Ping'an felt so at home, it was like being home. In his previous life, he often went on business trips, sometimes even staying away for a year or two, but he didn't have this homesickness. Maybe this is what the book said, "Wherever my heart is at peace is my hometown."

After reporting his work to Secretary Chen, Secretary Chen gave Yi Ping'an a holiday and asked him to go home. Yi Ping'an did not refuse and went to a workshop to find his father.

When Yi Zhonghai saw his eldest son coming back, he was so happy that he pulled Yi Ping'an and looked him up and down: He wasn't thin, but he wasn't fat either, and he seemed to have grown taller. Well, not bad, very good.

Today is the day to pay salaries, and tomorrow is New Year's Eve, which is the New Year holiday. Therefore, the work in the workshop is not busy. We just need to tidy up and clean up, and finish all the unfinished work that cannot be put off until next year.

After collecting wages and benefits in the afternoon, you can go home. Yi Pingan took the bicycle key. He wanted to send his luggage and the benefits given by the First Steel Rolling Mill back home, and then come back in the afternoon to collect wages and benefits and pick up his father.

When we returned to the courtyard, it was also bustling with people busy preparing for the New Year. The Spring Festival at that time was very lively, incomparable to later generations, where even firecrackers were not allowed.

Yang Cuiyun was even happier to see Yi Ping'an coming back. Her eyes were red and she kept saying that he had lost weight.

Yi Pingan suddenly thought of a sentence he had read online in his previous life, "There is a kind of thinness that makes your mother think you are thin."

Yi Ping'an couldn't help but want to laugh. In fact, he was still a little fatter, but he was taller. He was now 178 cm tall, which was considered tall in this era. His goal was 185 cm, the same height as in his previous life.

Yi Ping'an simply told Yang Cuiyun about the business trip. He told her what he could say and refused to tell her what he couldn't say. As they were technical people, they all had a sense of confidentiality, and the situation was not peaceful at the moment.

The welfare brought back was given to Yang Cuiyun, including five catties of white flour, one catty of White Rabbit candy, a two-catty pork belly, and four canned fruits. For ordinary people, this was enough to celebrate the New Year.

Yi Ping'an looked at the vegetables he had grown, and then went to the cellar to see if there was anything missing so that he could take some out and have a good New Year for his family of three.

Yang Cuiyun is a frugal person, and Yi Zhonghai is almost the same. Yi Ping'an is fine when he is at home and often eats meat. When Yi Ping'an is not at home, the couple seems to have returned to the way they were before.

After leaving the courtyard, Yi Ping'an told Yang Cuiyun that he was going out for a trip as scheduled, and then he rode away on his bike.

I went for a walk on the street and when I came back, there were two cloth bags on the back seat.

Yang Cuiyun knew that her son had gone out to buy things again. But she didn't say anything. Now that she knew her son's salary, it would not be a problem to support the family, let alone a few more people.

Yi Ping'an carried the cloth bag back to the cross-yard and asked Yang Cuiyun to help put the things away. They would spend the New Year in the cross-yard.

A small cloth bag containing the ingredients for the Tan family cuisine that Sha Zhu had told him about last time.

There were also ten frozen hairtails. This was also available in the old city, but there were too few of them and they were never on the tables of ordinary people.

Two three-jin carps, eating carps during the Chinese New Year is a good omen. Yi Pingan doesn't like to eat carps because they have too many bones, but it's Chinese New Year, so there's nothing he can do.

There are also two pounds of sugar cubes, five pounds of melon seeds, two pounds of peanuts, a bottle of sesame paste, one pound of vermicelli, and one pound of brown sugar.

There were also two strings of whips and dozens of double-bang firecrackers.

It was a big cloth bag, but he didn't take out the things inside. He said that Yi Zhonghai would take a look at it when he came back in the evening, so he took it back to the bedroom and hid it. It was quite mysterious.

In fact, the contents were New Year gifts he gave to Yi Zhonghai and his wife. The one he gave to Yi Zhonghai was a modern-style military coat, and Yi Ping'an himself also had one, which was very warm.

The jacket given to Yang Cuiyun was a cotton-padded jacket to wear outside, which was also the fashionable style of the time. Although Yi Ping'an thought the clothes were ugly, his main point was not to be special.

The other person had a pair of big-toed leather shoes. The snow in the old city was quite heavy. There was no greenhouse effect as in later generations, so the weather was much colder.

This kind of big-toed leather shoes are the style worn by northern troops. Although rare, there are still people wearing them on the streets. Not only are they warm, they are also sturdy. Apart from being a little heavy, there are no other problems. A pair of shoes can be worn for more than ten years without any problem.

Seeing that it was almost time, he rode his bike to the steel mill to pick up his father and had lunch there. Why didn't he eat at home? Have you ever seen a family that eats three meals a day?

That is to say, it was only after Yi Ping'an came that their family started to have three meals a day. And when Yi Ping'an was at home, Yang Cuiyun herself had never eaten lunch.

He rode his bike all the way to the steel rolling mill and arrived in time for lunch. He followed his father to a cafeteria. Sha Zhu saw Yi Ping'an coming back. His iconic loud voice was still nostalgic.

"Ping An! You're back? When did you come back? Are you going again?"

Wow, three questions in a row!

"Yes, I'm back. I came back this morning. I won't go before the New Year. I will go after the New Year." Yi Ping'an answered his questions one by one, but did not say which factory he was going to.

"That's good, eat more." Sha Zhu said as he gave a big full spoonful.

"Okay, don't say anything, Brother Zhuzi. I was thinking about your cooking skills outside and I was greedy."

Yi Ping'an and Sha Zhu were joking with each other, but he was not wrong. The dishes there were indeed not as good as those made by Sha Zhu. They were just average.

Nowadays, skilled chefs are all in big hotels, like Fengzeyuan, Sijiucheng Hotel, Emei Restaurant, and the like. No one wants to come to a factory like this. The father and son of the He family were purely an accident.

"Hahaha, then just wait, I'll show you my skills when I have time to satisfy your craving."

When Sha Zhu heard Yi Ping'an say that he wanted his cooking skills, he was so excited that he knew that Yi Ping'an had no shortage of food.

After Yi Ping'an finished his meal, he and Yi Zhonghai found a table and sat down.

"Ping An, are you going there after the New Year?" Yi Zhonghai asked.

"Go to another factory. The work at the First Steel Rolling Mill has been completed." Yi Ping'an replied.

Yi Zhonghai nodded to indicate that he understood.

In the afternoon, Yi Ping'an asked Yi Zhonghai to collect his salary, and Yi Ping'an went to collect his benefits. The two of them went their separate ways and could go home earlier.

While other workers were still queuing, Yi Zhonghai and his son were already riding their bikes on their way home.

The steel rolling mill did not provide many benefits. The father and son shared two pounds of meat and two pounds of flour, and Yi Ping'an got two more cans of hawthorns.

When I arrived at the gate of the compound, I met Yan Bugui who was coming back from fishing.

"Teacher Yan, are you still going fishing in such a cold day?" Yi Ping'an asked.

"Oh, you're back safely. You're free anyway, so you might as well catch some fish for the New Year, and have surplus every year." Yan Bugui replied.

Yi Ping'an took a look at his small wooden barrel, and there really was a carp in it, as long as an adult's palm, probably weighing a little over half a pound.

"Good, Teacher Yan, this fish is not small." Yi Ping'an praised against his will. It was not bad. At least he didn't catch anything empty-handed.

"Hahaha, Ping'an is fine, from now on you have to call me Third Uncle, your dad is First Uncle, and Liu Haizhong in the backyard is Second Uncle.

You weren't at home, so you don't know. Didn't your father tell you? This is someone selected by the neighborhood office to serve the compound." Yan Bugui said, shaking his head.

Yi Pingan glanced at his father, and Yi Zhonghai nodded. It turned out that his father was still the eldest uncle. It seemed that this courtyard would be lively in the future.

"Oh, I am so blind, Third Uncle. My father didn't have time to tell me. It's cold outside. See you later."

Yi Pingan pushed the cart into the gate while talking to Yan Bugui. He wanted to go home and ask his father what happened. It had only been a few days, and this had happened. He had to gossip about it.

Yi Zhonghai also said hello to Yan Bugui, and the father and son returned to the cross-courtyard.