Siheyuan: Starting from Saving Qin Huai Ru

Chapter 410 Stalking
Leaving Dachunshu Hutong, He Yuzhu was in a good mood.

The harmful gambling dog and Captain Gao's affairs have finally been completely settled today; the house in Xitiao Hutong has since returned to the hands of the You family sisters.

He Yuzhu basically doesn't need to worry about their safety anymore.

Originally going back to the courtyard, He Yuzhu walked towards Ran Qiuye's house after a second thought.

When he arrived at Ran Qiuye's house, he took out the key to open the door and waited inside.

Ran Qiuye is not off work yet.

He Yuzhu took a book from the storage compartment, sat on the dilapidated sofa, and chatted for entertainment—it was about milling machines and lathes.

Milling machines and lathes in rolling mills are all antiques, with poor machining accuracy and different technical standards. Some are international standards, and some are "inch" standards.

For a long time, the operation of this kind of lathe and milling machine has been made by the master with experience, and the relative accuracy can be qualified.

To put it simply, only those who are familiar with this machine tool understand the "temper" of this machine tool, so that they can produce relatively accurately. Even so, the relative accuracy is still rough and can only be barely qualified.

This is why production work cannot be truly standardized and mechanized.

During this period, there was even a new drama that was specially rehearsed, that is, white-faced clown foreign technical experts. When they came to the factory, they were not as skilled and precise as the old masters in the factory, and they were beaten in the face by the old masters and simple workers.

The whole play sang and danced, very proudly.

But to be honest, with this kind of old machine that is decades behind the times, only a master craftsman can barely produce qualified workpieces after many years of operation... Anyone else who competes under the same conditions will have to kneel down.

It does not meet the standards at all, it is close to being scrapped, and only a few master craftsmen can copy it. The foreign technical experts who are full of foreign ink are like encountering a harvester. They pick up the sickle and compete with the farmers to see who can cut the wheat faster. .

Of course, he can only be reduced to the role of a white-faced clown.

Scrapping the old machinery and giving the master a face on the side becomes a magic weapon that outsiders can't control. It's really a bit black humorous.

The original purpose of the machine was to allow people to control it universally, not specifically designed for situations like the old master.

If you want the product to be more accurate and standard, you still need to replace some parts to make the lathe and milling machine more precise.

While watching and thinking, comparing the design drawings and internal structure of the machinery in the factory, there was a sudden sound of chaotic footsteps at the door.

Footsteps stopped outside the door: "Open the door!"

"Open the door!"

Someone shouted.

He Yuzhu frowned slightly and put away the book.

The smell of the people outside, I didn't pay attention to it just now, but now it is very clear, one of them is the smell under the other corridor just now.

That is, stalking yourself?
They found out about their relationship with Ran Qiuye.

This is inevitable... After all, there are quite a few exchanges.

Of course, He Yuzhu still remembered that the place where Ran Qiuye lived was not too far from the courtyard of the steel rolling factory, and it was a house assigned to him.

Under normal circumstances, the houses allocated to workers’ families will not be taken back at this time without special circumstances—after all, it is a worker succession system, and the iron rice bowl and houses are passed down.

But Ran Qiuye was obviously not an ordinary employee, nor was he in an ordinary situation.

Therefore, Ran Qiuye will not be able to live in this house very comfortably in the future.

Among this group of people, there must be "neighbors" who are watching and nearby corridors.

He Yuzhu didn't respond, and there was a murmur of discussion outside.

"Did you see clearly?"

"See it clearly, it's definitely the concubine of that female nine! That female nine hasn't come back yet, let's block him here first! Take the house and let them study!"

"Why didn't he answer and didn't open the door?"

"Just kick the door open!"

"Come, come, we have a lot of experience!"

When He Yuzhu heard this, he directly chose the direction of the door and entered the space.

The people outside the house were really rude and broke in directly.

A group of people stared at the empty room, and then all looked at the guy in charge of tracking.

"Where are people? Damn you, you have pee bubbles in your eyes?"

"No... I saw it with my own eyes!"

A group of people were noisy, and they all felt that there was no way to end it.

At this moment, Ran Qiuye came back, and a group of people stared at Ran Qiuye again: "Ran Qiuye, you are on good terms!"

Ran Qiuye was also taken aback by their situation, and quickly denied it.

This group of people also had no evidence, and they left after threatening and scaring them.

Ran Qiuye's mood had been stable and even at ease recently.

There is almost no file work in the Chenghe Sub-district Office, and she and Zhu Hong get along well; in life, she is content to be concerned about Big Brother He alone.

Unexpectedly, he was suddenly searched like this, and even the door was broken down.

This group of people said what they said, Ran Qiuye shouldn't live in this house, and they will continue to make trouble for Ran Qiuye.

This made Ran Qiuye's mood not very good - but he would no longer be afraid or cry. Compared to everything he had experienced before, compared to the pain of the death of his parents, this group of people can only be regarded as minor troubles.

After the group of people left, Ran Qiuye looked at the damaged door and felt even worse.

Temporarily looking for something to fix?She really can't.

But if it is not repaired, it will be winter now, and the cold wind will blow in overnight, and it will be unbearable.

After worrying for a while, Ran Qiuye finally thought of a way... Push the table over to block the door, let's make do with it for a day.

Just as he was about to do this, He Yuzhu walked over from the door.

"Akiba, are you alright?"

"It's okay..." Ran Qiuye agreed without realizing it for a while.

Then the two talked to each other about the situation, and Ran Qiuye knew that He Yuzhu had come before, because the group of people wanted to rush in and block them, so they broke in.

"This...you are the leader of the rolling mill. I am now an employee of the street office. They don't want to target us, do they? They don't consider your identity?"

Ran Qiuye asked strangely.

He Yuzhu shook his head slightly: "These people who are studying, one group after another, often conflict with each other, and no one obeys the other."

"Of course they won't convince us."

"Furthermore, this place in your home was originally assigned by your parents. Maybe someone doesn't like the way you live now."

"After a while, I have a new house. You can live in my house, and that will be where we will live in the future."

Ran Qiuye nodded, a little relieved, but also a little hopeful.

I went to live in Brother He's house. Although it is impossible to get married formally, it can be regarded as a real marriage to him, right?
"Brother He, my door..."

He Yuzhu smiled, turned around and took out the toolbox, repaired the door for Ran Qiuye, and replaced the simple latch and lock.

(End of this chapter)