(An everyday story of a woman transmigrated into the 1950s and a man whose soul travels from the apocalypse. No research value, everything is fictional, writing is not easy, please be lenient.)
...Sun Kaicheng's space is full of all sorts of random things, probably because the space is big enough that it has everything. But it can't be said that it has everything. It also recycles all kinds of materials from the apocalypse. It's not like you can actually keep anything for yourself.
"Sigh, how can this place be so backward? If I had known, I wouldn't have brought you here." It doesn't even have a place for entertainment. Back in interstellar space, it could at least surf the internet.
Qian rolled his eyes, as if you were the one who had the final say in this matter.
"If you're bored, why don't you continue being Sun Kaicheng's teacher?" Aren't these two eggs the best role models for teaching?
"Isn't that guy just finished a work shift and is taking a break? He had nothing to do, so he came to see you. Is this the city? Let's go out for a walk."
Qian Xiao took out a watch from her spatial storage and checked the time. This watch was given to her by Sun Kaicheng. She didn't have the money to buy it, so she couldn't just bring it out. Besides, this watch looked too outrageous now, so she could only keep it in her spatial storage and check the time occasionally.
"It's not even three o'clock yet. I can go out for a walk. I remember seeing that the department store wasn't far from here when I came over."
There seemed to be more people in the city than in the county town, but they all looked sallow and listless. Qian Xiao would sigh every time she saw this, which was why she didn't like to go out for walks anymore.
When we arrived at the state-run stores, the industrial products were a bit better, but there was almost nothing on the food counter. This was not surprising, as there had been much less food available since the 1960s, especially various snacks made from grains. People were not even full, so how could they use grains as snacks?
She bought a few boxes of Wan Zi Qian Hong Qian Xiao and left the store. She didn't need anything. She bought these to take back to her grandmother and aunt. She wondered how her mother was doing.
Thinking of this, she found a secluded spot, took out a small bag of coarse grains, and went to the post office to mail them to her parents. She wouldn't dare send most of them; the extent of people's obsession with food these days is unimaginable.
The post office staff were green with envy at just this small bag of coarse grains, constantly asking if there was any left, and offering to pay any price.
Qian Xiao never thought of making money from grain. It's easy to make money, but it's too unsafe. After finally filling in the information, he quickly left. It seems that mailing things in the city isn't safe either.
Master Zhang went to the textile factory's small canteen, which was where the textile factory received visiting leaders. To be honest, there was nothing good to eat there. At this time, the workers' food rations were running out, so what good food could they possibly offer to entertain guests?
When Mr. Zhang arrived, several factory leaders were already there: "Sorry I'm late."
A slightly overweight man waved his hand: "We arrived early. Engineer Zhang, come and sit down. Why are you alone? Where is the young man who came with you?"
The man speaking was the deputy factory director in charge of the workshop. In this day and age, he was still noticeably overweight; many people wouldn't dare to dream of such a life.
"You mean Xiaoqian? I felt hungry on the way back and ate some snacks. I'm not hungry now, so I'm going to rest."
Master Zhang glanced at the two kinds of steamed buns on the table and swallowed hard. He had only eaten one cornbread since morning and was starving. It had been so long since he had eaten such good dry food.
The deputy factory director chuckled and said, "Quickly, let's talk while we eat. Is that young man an intern at your factory?"
Everyone has curiosity. Without thinking much about it, Master Zhang took a big bite of his steamed bun, drank some soup, and swallowed: "No, she's a full-time employee. The young lady is a top student from Longda University."
"Oh, so you're a full-time employee right away, your skills must be excellent, right?"
"That's it," Master Zhang gave a thumbs up. Xiao Qian is not stingy. If they have any questions, they never hide them. As long as you ask, they will explain them to you carefully.
“When Xiao Qian first came, some machines in our factory had problems. He could tell what was wrong just by listening to them. He even made the replacement parts himself. Even though he was at the same level as us, given some time, he could rise in rank very quickly.”
"Oh~ Is it really that amazing?" The deputy factory director looked very surprised.
"Hey, what good would it do me to tell this lie? Like the problem with the machines in your factory today, I hadn't even figured it out yet, but Xiao Qian already knew what the problem was. If it weren't for that... we might be home by now."
The deputy factory director knew what Zhang meant. If it weren't for their factory's technicians stopping them, the workers would have finished work and gone home long ago, and their factory could have saved a meal.
"Hehe, it's not that the machine is too important to our factory, no one dares to take the risk. The young comrade is still too young, Engineer Zhang can understand, right?"
If Qian Xiao heard this, he would be absolutely surprised. Why does this fat guy have such a tea-like accent when he talks?
Master Zhang didn't notice anything wrong and nodded: "What you said is right, but this skill doesn't seem to suit age. Even our Director Wu gives Xiao Qian a thumbs up. Smart people are different from us."
“We ordinary people rely on seniority to work our way up step by step, while those with real skills can reach heights we can’t reach at a young age. You have to admit that.”
Master Zhang is a skilled worker, so there's no need to be overly polite to these people, and he's not afraid of offending anyone. If you're capable, then don't come to us when your machines break down in the future.
To be honest, people were initially unconvinced by Xiao Qian's achievement. After all, it took them over a decade or two to climb to their current level, and now a recent graduate was at the same level as them. Who wouldn't have some reservations?
After spending some time with them, I found that they were young, had money, were skilled, and were not arrogant. They were also very generous and explained things to them that they had only a vague understanding of. The child was also very straightforward and didn't seem like a cunning person.
These tech guys aren't cunning, and it wasn't long before they all got along harmoniously. Even if things didn't go well, he wouldn't tarnish his colleagues' reputations; he could tell right from wrong.
"Our factory has been lucky these past two years. Just think, two top students from Longda University came in all at once. And you know what? Those who graduated from regular colleges are much more capable than us who came from other backgrounds."
The deputy factory director listened with a smile, his small eyes gleaming: "You're right, truly capable people don't care about age."
"Why did you only bring one young comrade with you this time? Where is the other one?"
Master Zhang paused, saying, "It's not a big deal in your factory, how can everyone come? Besides, so many of our brother units have asked for our help."