It's two o'clock in the morning, the same time as Zhou Papi.
Jia Zhang, the manure digger, got up in disgrace.
She turned on the light bulb and put on a thick cotton jacket and cotton trousers.
He bent over, took out Lao Jia's old felt hat from the bedside table, and put it on his head.
Looking at the darkness outside the window and listening to the whirring wind, she cursed fiercely: "Wang Weidong, a little thief, dares to play with my old lady like this. In the future, you will be as poor as Silly Zhu."
At this time, Qin Huairu who was on the big kang was also awakened.
She remained silent, squinting her eyes and pretending to be asleep. When she saw Jia Zhang staggering open the door and walking out, she felt extremely beautiful.
Digging out manure is not an easy job. Mrs. Jia Zhang might die there!
Well, it's best to die so that I can marry Brother Wei Dong.
Brother Wei Dong said he didn't like me.
I have three children for him. Is he willing to do so?
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It is now the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the north wind is biting.
Even though Mrs. Jia Zhang was wrapped up like a bear, as soon as she went out, the cold wind penetrated her collar like a knife and scratched her old skin, making her shiver.
Wrapping up her collar tightly and stamping her feet, Jia Zhang walked towards the big locust tree.
Under the big locust tree, manure digger Yi Zhonghai put his hands in his sleeves and was pacing back and forth in a state of anxiety.
He was also dressed as a bear, with a military coat, a thick felt hat, and leather boots on his feet.
Why hasn't this old godly lady come yet? She'll be late later.
Seeing Mrs. Jia Zhang's figure, Yi Zhonghai hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Sister-in-law, let's hurry up. We might be punished if we go late!"
Mrs. Jia Zhang spat: "It's all your old guy's fault. If you hadn't lied to my old lady, would I have been able to work as a manure collector with me?"
"You old guy is like a thunderbolt. You deceived my wife. If you try to deceive me again, you'll always be like a donkey."
Yi Zhonghai ignored her and strode outside the courtyard.
If you are late on the first day of work, you will definitely be punished.
At this time, Mrs. Jia Zhang panicked, and she followed hurriedly.
The two of them came to the cleaning team one step at a time, and as soon as they entered, they smelled the strong smell of manure.
"Are you new comrades?" A rough-faced man stood up from behind the desk and greeted him enthusiastically.
"I am Yi Zhonghai, an eighth-level fitter in the steel rolling mill. This is Mr. Jia Zhang." Yi Zhonghai tried his best to maintain the dignity of a master.
Level 8 fitter?
The rough-faced man had a faint smile on his face: "I am Fang Wanshan, the captain of the cleaning team. It's your first time here, so I won't argue with you."
“In the cleaning team, there are no men, no women, and there are no level 8 fitters, only excrement workers!
Your job is to use a manure scoop or your hands to take the manure out of the manure tank and transport it outside the city!
If anyone dares to mess with me, I won't forgive him! "
The rough-faced man's tone was not serious, but it contained unquestionable momentum.
Yi Zhonghai and Jia Zhang lowered their heads.
At this time, a one-eyed man walked in from the cold wind. He looked around the two of them as if they were animals, and said contemptuously: "Captain Fang, these two things were sent from above, how can there be so many cesspools?" Finished?"
The rough-faced man sneered: "They are not allowed to leave work if they can't finish the shopping. Our cleaning team is a model team in the district, and there is no task that cannot be completed."
"If anyone wants to disgrace our cleaning team, I will throw him into the cesspit and let him drink to his fill."
Hearing the conversation between the two, Yi Zhonghai and Jia Zhang were trembling with fear.
The people in the cleaning team can really do this kind of thing.
"Okay, Ma San, hurry up and assign tools to them." Fang Wanshan said impatiently.
"You two, uncles and aunts, come with me! I really don't know which god you offended and were assigned to the excrement team."
Ma San led two people to the side house.
Ten minutes later, Mrs. Jia and Zhang came to the back of a small alley carrying the dung scoop and Yi Zhonghai pushing the dung truck.
The alley was dark and the ground was full of potholes.
When Yi Zhonghai pushed the dung cart to the cesspool, he was so tired that he couldn't straighten up and breathed heavily.
Mrs. Jia Zhang took the flashlight and glanced at Yi Zhonghai's face: "Old immortal, you can't even pull an empty cart. What will we do when it is filled with excrement?"
She spat: "Did you use up all your strength on Qin Huairu?"
Yi Zhonghai didn't care about being dirty anymore. He leaned against the dung truck and argued with his head raised: "Sister-in-law, listen to what you said? Comrade Qin Huairu is my apprentice, and there is no innocence between us."
"Okay, I'm too lazy to argue with you." Mrs. Jia Zhang started working with a manure spoon, "Today we divided five large manure tanks, and we can only go home after we finish working."
Yi Zhonghai rested for two minutes and then stood up to help.
The two of them only worked for a while and realized that this was not a job for humans at all.
Not to mention the pungent stench in the throat.
There are also a lot of debris, such as bricks, underpants, and tree branches.
If these debris cannot be removed, there is no way to load the excrement into the dung truck.
But there is no way, I can't complete the task, I can't rest.
Jia Zhang and Yi Zhonghai began to work together. The two of them held the manure scoops and fished out the debris.
"Old guy, I didn't expect you still have enough strength." Jia Zhang was panting from exhaustion.
Ignoring the stench, she untied the cotton mask and took a deep breath.
"Of course, I think back then during the big battle, I was able to stand up to two workers." As Yi Zhonghai spoke, his eyes fell on Jia Zhang's face.
Not to mention, Jia Zhang has always been pampered and pampered these years.
His face is fair and plump, and he doesn't look like he is in his fifties at all.
Perhaps because of his age, Yi Zhonghai's mouth has become heavier. He always feels that Jia Zhang's taste is more delicious than Qin Huairu's.
Jia Zhang also noticed Yi Zhonghai's unusual gaze, and her heart felt hot.
Lao Jia has been gone for more than ten years.
The past ten years or so have been difficult for a woman.
Besides, Yi Zhonghai is an eighth-level fitter and earns more than 90 yuan a month.
If you can kick off your eldest mother and marry Yi Zhonghai, your retirement will be guaranteed in the future.
Anyway, Banggen, Xiaodang and Sophora japonica are all species of Yi Zhonghai.
Give him another daughter-in-law, and he should be beaming with joy.
As for Qin Huairu, I will kick her out when Yi Zhonghai and I get married.
The Jia family's house was allocated to Lao Jia by the steel rolling mill. Jia Zhang's name is written on the land deed.
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The two of them just supported each other and stood next to the cesspit, holding a excrement spoon. You looked at me and I looked at you.
It wasn't until they were awakened by the sound of a rooster crowing in the distance that the two of them came back to their senses and turned around, "Work! Work!"
The two of them had never done such a dirty and tiring job. It took them one morning to clean two large cesspools.
Seeing that there were only three buckets of dung on the dung truck, Ma San, the team leader who came to inspect the work, was very dissatisfied.
He widened his only eye and said viciously: "You are working half-heartedly like this, do you want to be lazy and isolate yourself from the crowd?"
"Let me tell you, if you want to play tricks on me, Ma San, I, Ma San, will let you know how many eyes Lord Ma has."
When Yi Zhonghai and Jia Zhang heard this, they looked into Ma San's eyes and almost laughed out loud.
This time, Ma San was even more annoyed.
He asked people to empty the bucket of dung into the cesspit and sneered twice: "Just work, you won't be allowed to eat until you finish the work."
Seeing that it had turned back into five large cesspools, Yi Zhonghai and Jia Zhang were dumbfounded.
But facing the fierce Ma San, they knew that the previous moral kidnapping and crying about poverty were useless.
I could only cry sadly, pick up the manure spoon and start working.
It wasn't until sunset that the two of them emptied three large cesspools.
Mrs. Jia Zhang couldn't bear it anymore and didn't eat anything all day.
Plus, she was already ravenous from working all the time.
"Lao Yi, I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore."
She squatted on the big rock, lifted up the mask with her filthy hands, and gasped for air.
Yi Zhonghai is not much better. He did his best when he was young.
As an eighth-level fitter these years, the heavy work has been done by apprentices. As a master, he only needs to give guidance.
In addition, Mr. Jia Zhang did not work hard at all, and he cleaned most of the cesspits.
Now Yi Zhonghai was sore all over, and he couldn't do anything anymore, so he squatted next to Jia Zhang.
Then, he turned around and looked. There was no one at the entrance of the alley, so he took out two steamed buns from his arms.
Seeing the steamed buns, Mrs. Jia Zhang's eyes turned green. She grabbed one, stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed it.
The steamed bun was so frozen that it took a lot of effort for Jia Zhang to bite off a piece.
Even so, it didn't stop her from praising Yi Zhonghai: "Lao Yi, you still have the foresight and know how to bring some dry food."
Yi Zhonghai chewed on the bun and shook his head with a wry smile: "Do you think that boy Wang Weidong brought us here without any preparation?"
When Jia Zhang thought that the reason why she was in such a miserable state was all thanks to Wang Wei, she spat fiercely: "Wang Weidong, this little thief, will be as destitute as Silly Zhu in the future!"
Cursing, but there was nothing they could do. After eating the steamed buns, the two of them could only struggle to stand up and continue to dig out the shit.
They knew that Ma San was not joking.
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On the other side, the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.
When Wang Weidong came forward to help Yu Juhua and Ding Qiushan go through the job transfer procedures, the relevant departments naturally gave the green light.
Although the old director of the machinery factory was reluctant to let Ding Qiushan leave, when he saw the red document presented by Wang Weidong, he could only bury his opinions and dissatisfaction deep in his heart.
In addition, the old factory director also heard Tong Zhi say that Workshop 11 may become the starting point for the rise of China's industry.
The wages of temporary workers in the workshop are higher than those of regular workers.
Whether it's public or private, even the old factory director can't stop it.
Wang Weidong led the two of them to the door of Workshop No. 11, where Silly Dog was squatting under the big locust tree and sleeping with his eyes squinted.
Since Ding Qiunan was rescued last time, Silly Dog's treatment has also skyrocketed, and his food has changed from the original black steamed buns to white-faced steamed buns.
Of course, Shagou knew that all this was thanks to Wang Weidong.
Hearing Wang Weidong's footsteps, it hurriedly came up with its tail wagging.
Yu Juhua was amazed by the silly dog's movements and anthropomorphic expression: "What a clever dog, Director Wang, did you raise this?"
Last night, after Ding Boren learned that they would also join Workshop 11, he did not raise any objection.
They were only asked to address Wang Weidong as 'workshop director' in the factory.
Wang Weidong leaned down and touched the dog's head, and said with a smile: "Yes, I picked it up on the road."
Ding Qiushan was curious: "Then what is its name?"
Wang Weidong straightened up: "Silly dog!"
Ding Qiushan: ....
Yu Juhua: ....
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The three of them entered Workshop No. 1, where the workers were very busy.
Thousands of square meters of warehouse are divided into several small workshops.
In the front is a sewing workshop, where temporary workers are working on sewing machines to make warm patches.
In the middle is the assembly workshop, where Gu Bajia and a group of eighth-level masters are busy making hydraulic boosters.
At the end is the production assembly line. The assembly line is being set up.
Installers wearing steel helmets, under the command of Niu Zhijun, installed the huge mechanical parts together using the suspension bridge.
Ding Qiushan looked at the scene in front of him and felt a little dizzy.
Workshop 11 has gone beyond a workshop in the ordinary sense.
Is it true, as the old factory director said, that this may be the starting point for the rise of China's industry?
Ding Qiushan turned his head and looked at Wang Weidong. Although this handsome man could be called a handsome man, how could he have so much energy?
At this time, Niu Zhijun also noticed the young man next to Wang Weidong. He took off his gloves and strode over.
"Weidong, who is this?"
"This is Comrade Ding Qiushan, the former team leader of the machinery factory. He has a deep understanding of machinery and production lines." Wang Weidong introduced with a smile, "He will be your deputy from now on and will cooperate with you in managing the workshop."
Ding Qiushan? Your surname is Ding?
Niu Zhijun immediately understood that this must be a relative of Ding Qiunan.
In the eyes of modern people, this may seem a bit like pulling on relatives.
However, this is an era where father and son are fighting, and Niu Zhijun doesn't think there is anything wrong with Wang Weidong's approach.
Instead, I was excited about the arrival of a mechanical expert.
He held Ding Qiushan's hand tightly: "Comrade Ding, it's good if you come. You don't know, I've been very worried these days. Weidong will definitely let me manage the workshop, but I'm a big boss and don't understand anything." ah."
"Come and see if the installation position of this shifter is suitable?"
...
Niu Zhijun couldn't wait to pull Ding Qiushan towards the production line.
Seeing that Ding Qiushan was already at work, Wang Weidong asked someone to call Zhang Dahua over again.
"Comrade Zhang Dahua, this is Comrade Yu Juhua. She will belong to your quality inspection team from now on."
Wang Weidong didn't explain too much. Zhang Dahua came to understand after looking up and down at the pregnant Yu Juhua.
Quality inspection is a good job in the 11th workshop. Every day's job is to carefully check the warm baby patches made by temporary workers.
The work is easy and the pay is good.
Usually only the old employees can do it. Newcomers like Yu Juhua can do quality inspection after entering the workshop.
There must be someone behind it.
Zhang Dahua took Yu Juhua's hand eagerly: "Sister Juhua, let's go, my sister-in-law will explain to you. In a situation like yours, you can't be tired with a baby in your belly."
Wang Weidong finished their work and wandered into the office, just preparing to hold a high-level meeting.
Ding Qiunan, who had just finished inspecting the workshop, walked in. She poured an enamel jar of boiling water for Wang Weidong and brought it to him.
He whispered, "It's okay if sister-in-law Juhua works as a quality inspector. After all, she has worked as a textile worker and is quick with money."
"But, if you ask Qiu Shan to assist Brother Niu, is this a bit out of line? The comrades in the workshop will have objections."
Wang Weidong picked up the enamel jar, took a sip, and then smiled and said: "If anyone has any objections, let him come to me?"
"You, you really learned exactly like a gangster!" Seeing that Wang Weidong didn't care, Ding Qiunan shook his head and walked quickly outside the workshop.
She was going to tell Ding Qiushan to have a good relationship with the comrades in the workshop.
It would be bad if Wang Weidong loses face if he doesn't do it well.
Wang Weidong looked at her disappearing back, smiled bitterly and shook his head.
This stupid woman really doesn't understand the power of power at all.
It's not yet time for the wind to blow and those disaffected people jump out.
It's better, when the wind blows, they hide behind them and fire arrows from behind.
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