Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"Da Biao, the scale has been weighed. Now go to the finance department to settle the money. In another half an hour, it will be time for lunch," said You Zhiyong.

"I'll go now. Chief, please keep the skins for me. I plan to make a few cotton-padded jackets." Zhang Dabao said hello to Zhang Cuihua and Sister Qian, went to the Finance Department, and received more than 500 yuan.

Li Huaide's office was on the third floor, and Zhang Dabao went upstairs carrying two cloth bags.

"Cousin" Zhang Dabao pushed the door open and went in.

"Da Biao went to the countryside and just came back." Li Huaide put down his pen, rubbed his head, and came to the reception area.

"Uncle, this package contains wild yam, and this package contains some mutton. This time I went to the countryside to collect mountain products. I stayed in the mountains for seven days and killed more than ten yellow sheep," Zhang Dabao said as he put the two packages on the ground.

"We have a great harvest. Let's have lunch here today and let Zhuzi cook some mutton," said Li Huaide.

"Uncle, I don't want to eat anymore. I've been in the wild for eight days and I stink. I came up to see you and then I plan to go home to take a shower and have a good sleep." Zhang Dabao rejected Li Huaide's proposal.

"It's not good to work like this. Your injury hasn't healed yet. Your brain can't bear it if you don't rest for a long time." After listening to Zhang Dabao's words, Li Huaide said a few words to him.

"Uncle, I thought about it while I was on the mountain. If the factory has a task far away, I can go. I also want to see the beautiful mountains and rivers of my motherland," said Zhang Dabao.

"That's right. Young people should be motivated. You are not as good as your sister Zhang Cuihua. You have only been in the factory for a short time, about seven or eight days. Four of the six colleagues in the office have applied for transfer. They would rather go to the workshop than work with Zhang Cuihua. This has directly changed the working style of the trade union," said Li Huaide with a smile.

"I just saw her in the cafeteria, working as an order inspector with Sister Qian. Didn't she cause you any trouble?" Zhang Dabao asked Li Huaide.

"What trouble did you cause? On Zhang Cuihua's first day at work, she beat two colleagues so hard that they were hospitalized. Of course, Zhang Cuihua was not wronged. Those two people wanted to bully their new colleague, but they didn't expect to meet a tough guy. On the second day, she scolded one of them and he ran away. On the third day, there was another one. Chairman Tian of the trade union couldn't stand it, so he reorganized the office and assigned her specific tasks. Together with Qian Ying, she maintained order in the cafeteria. You know what, the order in the cafeteria is much better now. Zhang Cuihua's working style is very tough and she is a good hand," Li Huaide praised Zhang Cuihua.

Zhang Dabiao understands that in the eyes of leaders, there are generally three types of employees. The first type is capable and can solve problems. Leaders don’t care about your various minor flaws. As long as you can solve the problem, leaders will reuse you. The second type is flatterers. Most of these people are the leaders’ confidants. These people speak well and are all talented. The third type is you can’t do it, and you can’t speak well. Will the leaders respect you? When something happens, these people will definitely be the first to be sacrificed.

It seems that Zhang Cuihua should belong to the first type of person. Anyone who thinks she is not intelligent must be confused by her appearance; she just looks a little "stupid", but she is actually very smart.

"It's good that she can do something, as long as it doesn't cause you trouble. In the past, when she went to the street office, Uncle Li was a little reluctant to let her in, because no good things happened once she went there," said Zhang Dabao.

"Da Biao, making the best use of people's talents is the quality that a manager should have. What is talent? Putting people in the right place is talent. Just like Zhang Cuihua's son Jia Dongxu, he obviously has no talent for machinist, but he is forced to learn machinist. This not only wastes the factory's manpower, material and financial resources, but is also a loss to Jia Dongxu himself. He has wasted time." Li Huaide told Zhang Da Biao his management experience.

"I'm grateful for your teaching, cousin. It's getting late. You should go and have your meal first. I'll listen to your teachings again when I have time." Zhang Dabao looked at his watch, stood up and said goodbye.

"Don't go out these few days. I'll find someone to notify you when there's a mission." Li Huaide sent Zhang Dabiao to the office door. After returning to the office, he saw the two packages sent by Zhang Dabiao and called the driver to put them back at noon and send more to his father-in-law.

Zhang Dabao returned to Compound No. 95. It was lunchtime and not Sunday, so he didn't meet anyone. He went to the cross-yard to take a shower and went back to his room to sleep.

I didn't know how long I slept in a daze, but I heard some banging on the wall next door. Zhang Dabao got up, put on his clothes, and walked to the next door. He saw that it was Jia Dongxu banging on the wall in the deaf old lady's room.

"Dongxu, why did you come back at this time? What time is it? Did you leave early?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"No, Uncle Qi. I just completed my mission and came home to find time to do some work. Uncle Qi's new director is very nice to me. He asked me to deliver letters nearby and picked out a new bicycle for me. I can finish the work in half a day. After having lunch at the unit, I can go home if there is nothing to do. It's really great." Jia Dongxu seems to be very satisfied with his current job.

"Is it better than being a first-level worker?" Zhang Dabao asked Jia Dongxu with a smile.

"Uncle Qi, what are you talking about? Of course it's better than being a first-class worker. Now everyone who sees me has to call me Master Jia, and people in the steel rolling mill call me Little Jia," Jia Dongxu said a little embarrassedly. It seems that the experience of being a first-class worker for seven years was not a happy one for him.

"The kang has been smashed. Where are you going to sleep?" Zhang Dabao walked to the inner room where the deaf old lady used to live and saw the kang that Jia Dongxu had smashed half of.

"It has to be demolished. Those people came to rummage through things. Half of it has been demolished. It would be better to buy an old bed than to repair it," said Jia Dongxu.

"Can the bed be as warm as the kang? How can we survive the winter?" asked Zhang Dabao.

"Even if I have a kang, I can't buy coal. I have money but no tickets. I can't always take it from your house," Zhang Dabao felt that Jia Dongxu had made a lot of progress and his words were more reliable.

"It's okay to take it. Forget it. I'll get you a stove. Normally, you two are at work and no one is at home. I'll put the stove in the living room and the chimney will pass through your room. This way your room won't be too cold," Zhang Dabia suggested.

"This is a good idea." Jia Dongxu rested for a while and started pounding the kang again. After a while, he was sweating profusely again.

"Look at what you have achieved. Can't you exercise properly? You are only 26 years old, and your body is so weak? Get out of here, I will smash you." Zhang Dabao got angry when he saw Jia Dongxu working. He was too slow.

"I can do it myself..." Jia Dongxu was embarrassed to let his elders do it.

"Get out of here, go to my room and make a pot of tea." Zhang Dabao took the sledgehammer directly from Jia Dongxu's hand, asked Jia Dongxu to go out, and started smashing things himself.

After a few hits, the kang collapsed. Zhang Dabao took out a shovel from the cross-yard and threw the adobe and other things out of the window. Jia Dongxu loaded them on a cart, and after a while they went out together to dump them. Jia Dongxu picked out the bricks and other things and put them aside, saving them for making a chicken coop or something.