Chen Zhi figured he'd have to work to support himself from now on, so why should he care about his older brother's attitude?
So he snorted, raised his head, and completely ignored Chen Ke.
Chen Ke raised an eyebrow and thought, "Fine, I won't be eating at home anyway, so it doesn't matter where I wash it."
When Chen Ke finished reading and went to sleep, the two little ones were still making a fuss outside. Later, no one knows what they cooked for dinner.
The next morning, when Chen Ke got up, the two little ones were also up. Chen Zhi carried a pot in from outside, and Chen Yu squatted in front of the stove to start a fire. Her fair face was covered in grime, and she kept blowing air into the stove.
"Cough cough cough cough..." When Chen Ke came out, he coughed violently, tears still welling up in his eyes. He looked as pitiful as could be.
As a result, Chen Zhi put the pot on the stove and said, "Chen Yu, how come you can't even start a fire? You're really stupid!"
Chen Yu: ""
Chen Ke ignored it and went out to wash up. The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and not a drop of rain had fallen. It seemed that in the next month, not only would there be a shortage of food, but there was also a high possibility of a shortage of water.
When they came back after washing up, the two of them were still busy by the stove.
After putting down the basin, Chen Ke went to get the cloth bag.
Outside, Chen Zhi and Chen Yu were pushing each other. They had agreed that if Chen Ke didn't speak to them first, they wouldn't speak to him either. But they didn't expect Chen Ke to leave so suddenly, which made the two younger ones panic.
Just as Chen Ke stepped one foot out the door, Chen Yu hurriedly called out, "...Brother!"
Chen Ke turned around.
Chen Yu secretly tugged at the hem of her clothes with one hand and stammered, "You, aren't you eating at home? I, we'll be done soon."
Chen Ke glanced at the mushy pot of noodles, which were clearly cooked in cold water. He shook his head and said, "You guys eat, I'll go to the cafeteria." He then stepped out with his other foot.
The two people in the room looked at each other and actually saw a little disappointment in each other's eyes.
"Oh, right." Chen Ke suddenly turned around.
Chen Zhi and Chen Yu immediately looked at Chen Ke, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.
Chen Ke: "Just a reminder, supplies will be halved everywhere next month, and many people will go hungry. If you're going to cook, cook properly and don't waste food."
Chen Zhi and Chen Yu: ""
Chen Ke stepped into the textile factory under the scorching sun at seven in the morning. After a simple and monotonous day of work, Chen Ke noticed that the women's passion for gossip had diminished considerably.
Chen Ke was going to register for night school that evening. After having dinner at the canteen, he went straight to the night school near the No. 1 Steel Plant.
At that time, most people who entered night school did so based on their own performance, except for those who got in through connections to obtain a degree. They were hardworking, diligent, and eager-to-learn workers.
Chen Ke found the mechanical manufacturing class. When he entered, a dozen workers wearing dark blue steel plant uniforms were gathered together, discussing something with great interest and flushed faces.
As Chen Ke approached, he saw a worker holding a newspaper, his expression filled with excitement. "Comrades, do you see this? China finally has its own heavy machine tool factory! We'll never have to import them again!"
"Hahaha, we've finally waited for this day! Damn it, all the imported machine tools are covered in foreign writing that we can't understand. We have to beg foreigners to come and install and repair them. From now on, we'll use machines made by ourselves, with Chinese writing on them. We can understand them at a glance!"
Someone joked, "Fan Wengang, with your skills, even if it's written in Chinese, you still can't operate it. You'll still need our master to do it."
"Right, right, you can't just learn how to operate a machine tool by writing it down in Chinese."
"Never mind that for now, it's time for us to hold our heads high and never buy those foreign gadgets again."
"How could that be? Although we have established a heavy machine tool factory, we are still far behind others in terms of machine tool manufacturing technology. There are many types of machine tools that we cannot manufacture yet. We will have to import machine tools from abroad for a long time to come," a man who looked somewhat old said with a sigh.
The hot-blooded young men standing nearby were displeased. "How can you, our master, boost the morale of others while belittling our own? Now that our heavy machine tool factory has been established, isn't it only a matter of time before we manufacture new types of machine tools?"
"That's right, that's right! We'll definitely be able to manufacture anything by then!"
Hearing the spirited words of the younger generation, Jiang Dianwen also swept away his frustration and laughed loudly: "That's right, you're right. What's there to be afraid of if we're behind others? As long as we have the determination to overcome difficulties, catching up with Britain and the United States is only a matter of time!"
Having witnessed the rapid development that followed, Chen Ke couldn't help but say, "That day really will come."
As soon as the gentle voice came out, the young men from the steel plant all looked over at the same time. Only then did they realize that a textile factory worker had infiltrated their class.
Someone kindly reminded him, "Comrade, what class are you in? This is the Mechanical Manufacturing class, have you come to the wrong class?"
Chen Ke smiled calmly, "I didn't go to the wrong place. I enrolled in the Mechanical Manufacturing class."
Everyone was stunned. Did their class not have enough students? They had to hire someone from the textile factory.
Jiang Dianwen knew Chen Ke. Feng Liangchen, the director of the textile factory's trade union, had called him specifically to talk about this young man. He was diligent, studious, responsible, hardworking, and able to raise his younger siblings on his own while still studying. Moreover, he could even repair their factory's broadcasting system, so he must have some talent for machinery.
Although heavy machinery and electronic technology are very different, if he is interested and can study diligently, he can still achieve results in this field.
Even if I don't invent or manufacture anything in the future, becoming a professional technician will still be no problem.
"Alright, students, find a seat and let's begin the class now." Jiang Dianwen suddenly spoke up, and everyone realized that he was actually the teacher of the Mechanical Manufacturing class. They quickly found the nearest seat and sat down.
Chen Ke also casually found an empty seat and sat down.
Jiang Dianwen gave a brief self-introduction and then began his lecture without any unnecessary words.
Chen Ke had no books, so he could only listen to the lesson by looking at what Jiang Dianwen had written on the blackboard. To others, it seemed like he was listening to gibberish. Even Jiang Dianwen kindly reminded him that he could look at his deskmate's books first, so as not to waste a single second of class time.
Chen Ke didn't know how to argue, and just then his deskmate kindly put half of his book over, so Chen Ke had no choice but to look at the textbook and start listening to the lesson.
These are all apprentices of master craftsmen in the steel mill. They may be technically superb, but their theoretical knowledge is terrible.
Chen Ke could see several mistakes in his deskmate's densely packed notes, along with occasional typos, making it seem like the student had only crammed for the class.
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