"Sure. The first bet about eating a table doesn't count according to your opinion, but the bet about me getting promoted to a level three electrician means eating all the tables and chairs in the office."
Although the words were not finished, Liu Hao heard the threat.
His momentum plummeted, his mouth opened and closed, just like he did for most of the previous year. He sat alone in the corner, feeling depressed. If there was music to accompany it, it would probably be like growing mushrooms in the corner and drawing a circle to curse Jiang Baizhou.
Apprentice Xiaowen quietly asked Master Wu, "Is this okay?"
Master Wu said with a smile: "No problem, Master Liu needs someone as capable as Jiang Baizhou to deal with him. Otherwise, Master Liu, a fifth-level electrician in our factory, will be looking down on people all day long."
Xiaowen thought about looking at people with his chin...uh, wouldn’t it be tiring to keep his chin raised all the time?
In the small group of three, there are not only geniuses like Master Jiang, but also crazy people like Master Liu, and finally the old oil master Master Wu, whom he admires the most.
…
Song Jiayu knew about Jiang Baizhou becoming a third-level electrician before he even returned home.
This kind of factory list will be announced to everyone. While congratulating these workers, it is also a reminder to other workers to roll up. As long as you have the ability, the factory will fairly promote you and you will be rewarded with a salary increase.
I have to say, this is better than modern privately owned companies.
As long as you work hard, you will get the opportunity to rise???
Reality tells you that it is totally impossible.
No matter how hard you try, you can’t compare to others in terms of connections; no matter how hard you try, you can’t compare to others in terms of flattery; no matter how hard you try, you can’t compare to…
In short, working in a state-owned factory is just as tiring, but it gives people a sense of hope and expectation.
When Jiang's mother heard the good news, she searched the house for some good things that Lao Jiang's sports car had brought from other cities to add to the food for San'er's family.
"As for me, I thought San'er was a promising child when he was little. It's all my fault. I didn't pay attention when I was pregnant, and gave San'er a body like a broken basket."
"Jiayu, Mom is so glad that I married you. You've made San'er's health better."
“…”
Jiang's mother came to Song Jiayu's home and had a chat with her. She also pulled Song Tianshun aside and praised him a few times. Even Song Beiwang, who was far away in Lushan Village and had nothing to praise, racked her brains and praised him a little.
After that, when I went out, everyone I saw would say: "You don't know my San'er yet, he has become a third-level electrician."
This posture startled Song Tianshun, and he asked his elder sister: "Um, has Aunt Jiang always been like this?"
Song Jiayu was also at a loss for words and said, "Yes, you can tell our parents when you go home. They will do the same in the village."
Thinking of the first day of college, Song's parents wanted to tell everyone in the world that their second son had been admitted to the university in Beilin City.
During that period, people looked at Song Tianshun wherever he went, like a monkey.
"Yeah, I understand. It's human nature."
The brother and sister waited for Jiang Baizhou to come back at noon.
"Is Tianshun back?"
"Yes, brother-in-law."
"How was your mechanics major in college? I heard you were planning on taking a math course, too."
"Yes, it was my teacher who reminded me. Oh, and I brought back my university books from last year. Brother-in-law, don't be polite with me. If you have any questions, just come to me directly."
"Okay, I won't be polite with you."
“…”
The two had a lot to talk about when they met. From their interactions, Song Jiayu felt as if she saw those really smart researchers in the research institute, talking about some topic.
She interrupted them and said, "Alright, if you want to say anything, let's talk after dinner. Eating cold food will hurt your stomach."
On today's dinner table, there is crucian carp and tofu soup, braised lamb ribs with radish, stir-fried vermicelli with sauerkraut, stir-fried cabbage, and finally a dry seafood soup.
Don't ask her why she eats cabbage again. In winter, besides cabbage, there are also radishes and potatoes. If she wants to eat a variety of vegetables in rotation like modern people, she will be like a housewife without rice.
Someone may ask, isn’t there a wood-related ability?
Back then, greenhouse farming technology hadn't yet emerged. Every household in the compound ate with the main hall door open. What would the others in the compound think if they came up with a dish rarely seen in winter? What would the country think?
You said you were eating behind closed doors. Why were you eating behind closed doors? Is there something shameful going on in your family?
After lunch, Jiang Baizhou and Song Tianshun went to another room. Most of the university books there were ones that Jiang Baizhou could not find in the Songshan County Library.
With the help of Song Tianshun, who had mastered the art of integration, the two of them studied so hard together that they almost forgot their working hours.
In the afternoon, Song Tianshun was chatting with his elder sister and talked about going to college in Beilin City.
"Everyone in our dormitory worked very hard. Even in winter, we would get up at 6 o'clock and start memorizing our lessons. We all said that we wanted to learn knowledge well so that we could serve our country.
The teacher was Professor Shen, who had returned from studying abroad and had great skills. But he took a fancy to me, and I became his third student.
Beilin University is so big. It takes us more than ten minutes to walk from the dormitory to the faculty building every day. I see a lot of female comrades in the university..."
As Song Tianshun slowly told the story, Song Jiayu had a general understanding of her second brother's life at school.
This time I talked to my elder sister until my mouth was dry and I drank three big cups of tea.
But Song Tianshun didn't expect that he would have to talk for the whole afternoon after returning to his home in Lushan Village. He had already drunk five large cups of tea. Seeing that Song Deming and Zhao Qiuqin wanted to listen more, he felt that he would have to get up to go to the toilet several times tonight, so he had to change the subject and talk about his eldest sister's family.
"What? Jiang's son-in-law is a third-level electrician?" Song Demin's voice was a little loud.
Zhao Qiuqin didn't blame Old Song for being loud. She even complained that it wasn't loud enough. She started talking loudly, "My son-in-law is a third-level electrician, and Jiayu is a cook at a state-owned restaurant. They both have a good life."
Zheng Li, who was eavesdropping, immediately turned around and went back to the house and told Song Chengjiu about this. She kicked the person sleeping on the kang and pinched his ear to get him up.
"Wife, what are you doing? You've been staying at home all winter, and there's nothing for me to do even if you call me to get up!"
Seeing Song Chengjiu's lazy look, Zheng Li felt that he was a loser and scolded him, "You're still sleeping? I just heard that your second uncle's eldest daughter, your cousin Song Jiayu, works at the county's state-owned restaurant, and your cousin's husband is already a third-level electrician at the factory. Don't you have any ideas?"
"Wife, don't make trouble. We are just villagers. It's a dream to want a job in the city."
"What are you dreaming about? How long has Song Jiayu been married in the city? Isn't this your brother-in-law's doing the hard work? Let's try to please your cousin's husband and ask him to find you a job in the city. Then, won't we become city dwellers too?"
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