Siheyuan Back to the 1950s

Time flies. After ten days of hard work, the assessment of the workers in the steel rolling mill workshop has been completed.

Next comes the assessment of some special occupations such as logistics, electricians, drivers, maintenance workers, etc.

In this workshop assessment, not a single level 8 worker was produced, only more than a dozen level 7 workers, which made the top management of the steel rolling mill lose face.

As a result, the Red Star Steel Mill became a laughing stock among its sister units. Some nosy leaders even joked that the workers at the steel mill had eaten too many turtles.

Secretary Zhou of the steel rolling mill was so angry that he had a toothache. In a fit of rage, he made a bold statement that whoever could pass the exam to become a level 8 worker would be rewarded with a job at the steel rolling mill.

Secretary Zhou's bold statement shocked the workers in the factory. That was a job quota. If anyone didn't want it, they wouldn't be able to use it. If they sold it privately, they could get at least 500 yuan.

So, the curious workers began to take stock of which people in the remaining departments were capable of passing the exam to become level 8 workers.

Soon, Sichuan cuisine master Liu Dachuan came into everyone's attention, but was quickly rejected because of national regulations that the level of factory chefs could not exceed level 6.

Then Sun Dajiang, who worked in the electrician department, was finally remembered and included in the list of candidates as a senior worker.

There were even gamblers who secretly opened a betting line and bet that Sun Dajiang would pass the exam. There was an endless stream of participants, and it was said that the amount of money bet was close to four figures.

Sun Dajiang didn't know that he had become famous, and very famous, and had become a bet for others. Even if he knew, he would not care and was studying at home now.

Today is the weekend and tomorrow at work there will be an electrician assessment, so Sun Dajiang is still reading and studying.

Lin Wencui knew that her husband would have an exam the next day, so she did not come to disturb him. Even her two children were sent out to play. As for Sun Zhengguo, he went out early in the morning and no one knew where he went.

It was almost noon when Sun Zhengguo came back from outside. He was holding an old turtle in his hand and there was a lot of mud on the corners of his trousers. One could tell at a glance that he had been in the river.

Sun Zhengguo had just arrived at the gate when he ran into a few old men chatting. Yan Bugui's eyes lit up when he saw what Sun Zhengguo was carrying, and he came up to him and said.

"Jungguk, where did you get this bastard?"

"Hey! Uncle, I dug this out from the mud by the river."

When Sun Zhengguo saw the third uncle asking, he made up a lie.

"You can dig this thing up by the river. Which river did you dig it from?"

Yan Bugui said, I have read a lot, you can't fool me.

Seeing that Yan Bugui was still asking questions, Sun Zhengguo became annoyed and pointed his finger across the street and said.

"Follow that road and go forward for about three miles. Then turn a corner and there will be a small ditch next to it. Find it yourself."

Hearing Sun Zhengguo's unfriendly tone, Yan Bugui quickly apologized with a smile.

"That's not what I meant. What I meant was that this thing is hard to clean up, and I'm afraid you don't know how to do it. Fortunately, your third aunt is at home, so why not ask her to help you clean it up."

Yan Bugui said so many things in a roundabout way, and this was his real purpose. However, Sun Zhengguo did not tolerate him and said it directly in a bad mood.

"My mom is at home, she will find it, so I don't need anyone else's help."

After Sun Zhengguo finished speaking, he was about to leave when the second uncle spoke.

"Zhengguo! I've been eating less of this lately, really. Listen to your second uncle, it won't be wrong."

After hearing what Liu Haizhong said, Sun Zhengguo felt puzzled, but Liu Haizhong's attitude today was acceptable, or did he have some other purpose?

Liu Haizhong didn't have any purpose and a good attitude because he was in a good mood.

In the assessment a few days ago, Liu Haizhong also passed the test and became a level 7 worker, but his salary was 3 yuan higher than Yi Zhonghai's. His salary was much higher than Yi Zhonghai's, and Liu Haizhong felt very proud, so he was in a good mood these days.

As for eating less turtles, it’s because leaders from other factories once made fun of the workers in the steel mill for eating too many turtles.

Sun Zhengguo didn't know about these things, but considering Liu Haizhong's attitude, Sun Zhengguo couldn't keep a straight face, so he spoke.

"Okay, I understand, Uncle. Thank you for your reminder."

The second uncle was quite satisfied with what Sun Zhengguo said. He smiled and nodded, and almost said, "This boy is teachable."

Sun Zhengguo didn't chat with the old men and went home with the old turtle. Yan Bugui never took his eyes off Sun Zhengguo's hand from beginning to end.

When Lin Wencui saw her son coming back with the old turtle in his hand, she said nothing. Anyway, her son often brought back things, so she was used to it.

After a while, my mother called us to eat.

The family had a simple meal and then went about their business.

In the afternoon, Sun Zhengguo went out again. When he came back, he had another chicken in his hands. When he reached the door, he left without waiting for Yan Bugui to speak.

After returning home, Sun Zhengguo, together with his younger brother and sister, started to prepare the old turtle and chicken. After they were done, they heated up the oil in a wok and added some spices. Slowly, the aroma wafted in the air, becoming stronger and more fragrant.

In the evening, there were cries of complaint in the courtyard. The smell was so fragrant that people couldn't eat. But Sun Dajiang's family didn't care about that. They had long been accustomed to it. They were eating with relish, looking very happy.

After dinner, Sun Zhengguo remembered what Liu Haizhong said during the day and asked about Sun Dajiang.

"Dad, today Uncle Er saw me carrying a turtle back home, so he told me to eat less of this stuff."

"Hahaha……."

Sun Dajiang and Lin Wencui laughed happily after hearing what their son said.

"No, I'm dying of laughter, hahaha..."

Lin Wencui thought about it and still smiled.

"No, what are you doing???"

Sun Zhengguo expressed his incomprehension, asking: Is it so funny to eat an old turtle?

"It's all because of the steel mill assessment."

"No, what does this have to do with the steel mill assessment?"

Sun Zhengguo asked in confusion.

"Why is it not a problem? In this steel mill assessment, there are currently no Level 8 workers. Some people laugh at us steel mill workers, saying that we are turtles who have eaten too much."

Sun Dajiang explained.

Sun Zhengguo touched his head and indicated that he still didn't understand.

"Oh, silly son, why don't you understand? The homonym of wangba is wangba, which means to forget the 8th-level worker."

Lin Wencui added on the side.

This time, Sun Zhengguo understood. No wonder Liu Haizhong advised him to eat less. It turned out that this joke came from here. At that time, he thought Liu Haizhong had some purpose.

After knowing the truth of the matter, Sun Zhengguo wanted to leave as he didn't want to disturb his father's studies.

Sun Dajiang said that he would not learn anymore tonight as he had learned everything he needed to learn. He could not imitate the people in Siheyuan and go to work with panda eyes.

After playing for a while, Sun Dajiang went to bed, trying to get enough rest to prepare for tomorrow's assessment.