Chapter 626: Courtyard 2 (Revised)
Lin Sui kept walking and turned back to smile, showing all eight teeth: "Good morning, Aunt Jia, you are talking about the kilogram of rice I brought back last night. That was what my father's comrade-in-arms brought me when he came to see me yesterday.
If the factory distributes fine grains, our master chef will definitely have some."
"A pound of rice?" Jia Zhang's voice rose. "Can you eat it all by yourself? Don't let it go bad. Auntie will help you..."
"No need, auntie, I have a big appetite." Lin Sui said this and went back to his room.
From behind came the sound of a chamber pot banging heavily against the bluestone slab, accompanied by Jia Zhang's muttering: "Little girl, eating alone, you'll choke to death..."
Even after Lin Sui closed the door, he could still hear Jia Zhang's voice in the yard, and the corners of his mouth curled up.
As for Siheyuan, she is familiar with the characters and plot.
Outside, Jia Zhang's voice had not stopped yet. She first scolded her for not respecting the elderly, then scolded Old Lin for having few family members, and finally even said, "Even if Old Lin is in the underworld, he will not bless his daughter to get married early."
Lin Sui didn't bother to pay attention to her. He just wanted to prevent Jia Zhang from taking advantage of her and watch her jump up and down like crazy. Who said this play was not good?
The third uncle Yan Bugui was the first to speak.
"Sister-in-law, that's enough. The child's parents are martyrs. If she insults the children of martyrs, you won't have a good outcome if she sues you."
Jia Zhang said timidly, "How dare she? She's just a little girl, am I afraid of her?"
However, she had some concerns. Although there was still resentment on her face, her voice gradually became softer.
Yi Zhonghai came over from the backyard at this time and coughed: "It's early in the morning, be careful of the impact."
Jia Zhang finally had a way out. She gave Lin Sui's room a blank look, hummed twice and said something inaudible, then took the washed chamber pot and returned to the east wing.
Lin Sui took out the breakfast made by the chef in the mansion in the previous world from the space and ate it happily.
He took out a canvas bag, packed some lunch boxes, teacups, pens, notebooks and other things, then came out of the house and prepared to go to work.
When I opened the door, I saw He Yuzhu squatting at the doorstep chopping firewood. He looked up when he heard the noise and smiled, revealing his white teeth.
"Comrade Xiaolin, you're up so early? Have you had breakfast? If not, I'll get you two steamed buns."
Lin Sui waved his hand quickly: "Thank you, Master He, I just had breakfast."
Sha Zhu said "Hey" and continued to swing the axe.
"Little girl, you're quite polite. We all live in the same courtyard. If you have something to say, just talk to me. We are not outsiders."
Lin Sui responded.
On the other side, Qin Huairu came back from the water pipe with an enamel basin with a few children's clothes soaking in it. When she saw Lin Sui, she smiled gently.
"Xiao Lin, it's your first day at work, so drive slowly."
Lin Sui nodded and smiled back, but he knew in his heart: in this courtyard, the sweeter the smile, the more you have to be on guard against.
She slung the canvas bag over her shoulder, locked the door, twirled the key between her fingers, and slipped it into her pocket, actually taking it back into her space.
He walked out, greeting everyone in the yard along the way.
Not to mention, living in such a big compound, even if you are a quiet person, you will have to say a lot of words every day just to greet your neighbors.
There is a breakfast shop in the alley, with many people queuing up to buy breakfast, making it look very lively.
Lin Sui didn't stop and went straight to the factory.
The 19-year-old girl is tall, has fair skin and bright eyes. She attracts a lot of attention as she walks along the road.
When she arrived at the factory gate, the old man in the message room glanced at her. She had completed the entry procedures yesterday and the old man still remembered it.
"Your name is Lin Sui, and you're from the Publicity Department?"
Lin Sui nodded, "Master, you have a good memory."
Only then did the old man let Lin Sui into the factory.
The office building is a three-story Soviet-style red brick building, and the stair railings are polished to a shine.
Lin Sui walked all the way to the second floor and saw the doorplate of the Propaganda Department right in front of him.
Section Chief Lao Feng was sitting at his seat writing something. Other colleagues had also arrived and were busy with their own work.
After Lin Sui came in, he greeted everyone one by one.
Old Feng looked up and saw that it was Lin Sui who came. He smiled and pointed to the empty seat on the right.
"Don't be shy. That's your workstation. Today, work with Li Hongxia to cut out the characters and stick them on the wall."
Next week the city is holding a 'Technology Innovation Exhibition' and we'll have slogans posted on both sides of the main road to our factory."
Li Hongxia, 20 years old, has a round face, big eyes, and two dimples when she smiles.
She smiled at Lin Sui and said, “Sister Lin Sui, put your bag down first.
The paste is on the windowsill, and there is a brush next to the paste bucket.
We have to finish all of this today, but don't worry, others can come over and help later when they finish their work."
At nine o'clock in the morning, the two of them cut out all the big characters, took the paste bucket, and went to borrow a bamboo ladder.
Lin Sui brushed paste on the big characters below, and then handed it to Li Hongxia who was standing on the ladder. Li Hongxia then pasted the big characters straight under Lin Sui's instructions.
Speaking of it, this job is quite simple, but in fact, it is really troublesome to do it in practice.
If you stick it crookedly, or apply too much glue, or the writing gets ruined, you have to start over.
Fortunately, other colleagues came to help, and we were able to paste all the big words before lunch.
After working in the factory for the whole morning, I went to try Sha Zhu's cooking at noon.
Not to mention, it’s pretty good considering the existing seasonings and cooking method of the big pot rice.
Throughout the day, Lin Sui's only job was to paste big characters. After finishing the work, he would rest in the department and listen to the jokes of the people in the department.
When I left the factory at the end of the working day, the setting sun had painted the factory area an orange-red.
At the entrance of Nanluoguxiang alley, a few half-grown children gathered around a small cart selling sugar-roasted chestnuts.
Iron sand rolled in the black pot, and a sweet fragrance mixed with coal smoke hit my face.
When I returned to the courtyard, the sounds of cooking and parents scolding their children came from the yard.
If you ignore the way people in the courtyard behave, you can still feel the atmosphere of everyday life.
As soon as Lin Sui stepped through the hanging flower gate, he heard Jia Zhang's loud voice.
"Silly Zhu, I heard there are some white flour buns left in the cafeteria today? Bring two for my Bang Geng!"
Sha Zhu's voice could be heard through the wall: "Leftover? There's no point! If you want to eat it, get up early tomorrow and line up!"
Then came Qin Huairu's gentle voice of trying to stop the quarrel: "Mom, forget it..."
Lin Sui lowered his head and passed by with a raised corner of his mouth.
Just as she passed by the well, she heard a "clang" and an enamel bowl rolled to her feet, spilling steaming rice porridge all over the floor.
Banggeng squatted on the steps, holding half a steamed bun in his hand, with porridge grains on the corners of his mouth, and a stubborn look on his face as if he had been caught.
Next to him, Zhou Tiesheng’s wife Li Qiaofeng stood with her hands on her hips, her voice trembling with anger.
"Little bastard! My little bastard is too young and has a thin throat. He can't eat coarse grains. We, as parents, save the grain from our teeth and buy fine grains for him.
Every meal consists of half a bowl of porridge and half a steamed bun, and you snatch it away and swallow it in two or three mouthfuls. Do you want to starve him to death?"
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