Siheyuan: Survival Guide for Courtyard No. 95

Yes, I have worked hard for so many years, not skimping on food and clothes, and saving all the money I earned. Why? Isn't it just so that I can live a carefree life when I am old? Only when I have money will people serve me. Who will serve me if I don't have money?

Then he thought that the PUA on Sha Zhu had already yielded initial results recently, and had made the other party completely infatuated with Qin Huairu. As long as the plan succeeded and Jia Dongxu was killed, Sha Zhu could take over everything in the Jia family.

As for Jia Zhang, he really didn't look down on her. If she was obedient, it would be fine. But if she was not, he would prepare a big meal for her and ensure that there would not be any waves on the gas tank.

Thinking of this, he said to the deaf old lady.

"Old lady, I will listen to you. I will not take part in the assessment this time. I will tell others that my hand was stretched."

The deaf old lady smiled with satisfaction, showing even her big teeth.

"You are a teachable young man. Don't worry. When those technical masters are transferred away, the steel mill will definitely organize an assessment. I will help you run it and let you strive to become the only level 8 worker in the factory. By then, even Yang Limin will not look at you with an eye."

Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but feel excited when listening to the old lady's big promises. A level 8 worker was super super awesome in those days.

Let me explain to you how awesome it is.

In the 60s, almost everyone in society only recognized two certificates: one was the college diploma, because these people were high-level intellectuals and the real pillars of the country.

The other is the eighth-level worker certificate. These people have researched the technology to the extreme, and the hand-rolled tea eggs are not just bragging.

As long as you pass level 8, your social status will be completely different. In many factories, level 8 workers point at the factory manager's nose and curse him, and the factory manager still has to smile. This is simply unimaginable in the 21st century.

.......Dividing line.......

Just when everyone was madly studying technology and learning desperately, a person who had not appeared for a long time found the courtyard again.

November 11th is Saturday, the 12th day of the ninth lunar month.

As soon as Zhao Shanhe returned to the yard after get off work, he saw Gao Daquan in tattered clothes.

At this time, Gao Daquan had completely lost his strong figure and was so thin that he looked unrecognizable. When he saw Zhao Shanhe, he rushed over as if he had seen a relative and said.

"Brother Zhao, I finally see you."

As he spoke, tears began to flow. Zhao Shanhe knew that the doorway was not the place to talk, so he had to pull him home. It didn't matter that he pulled him, he could feel that the other person's weight had decreased by at least one third.

After entering the house, Zhao Shanhe first poured a cup of warm water from the thermos for the other party, then went into the inner room and took out some wife cakes from the static space. As for why he didn't take the water chestnut cake? That's because this kind of cake is too dry and it's easy to choke to death if eaten in a hurry.

Just as he thought, Gao Daquan's eyes lit up when he saw the food. He ate each one in two bites and finished the whole plate of wife cakes in just a few minutes.

Seeing that he had recovered a little, Zhao Shanhe refilled the water that the other person had drunk before asking.

"Brother Gao, have you not eaten in a few days? Aren't you afraid of choking when you eat so quickly?"

Gao Daquan drank the water in the cup in one gulp, smoothed his neck and felt better before replying.

"Brother, to be honest, I haven't had a full meal in weeks. And your food is really delicious. It's fragrant and sweet. It's not cheap, is it?"

Zhao Shanhe waved his hand indifferently.

"I brought this back from a business trip a while ago. It's a southern specialty that isn't sold in the city. But since you're here, don't be polite. I don't have anything else to offer, but this will keep you full."

When Gao Daquan heard that it was a specialty of the south, he knew that it must not be cheap. His face turned red and he swallowed back what he wanted to say.

Zhao Shanhe could tell that the other party must have something urgent to tell him, otherwise who would walk such a long way into the city in such a cold weather?

"Brother Gao, you can run directly to the gate to wait for me. Is there something urgent? If you have something, just tell me. I will definitely help you if I can."

Zhao Shanhe still has some good feelings towards the people in Fang Village, especially the wild boars that the village secretary sold him last year, which solved many problems. He would rather interact with the villagers than deal with those people in the yard, because farmers these days really regard those who have helped them as brothers.

Gao Daquan saw that Zhao Shanhe's temperament was completely different from last year. He spoke in a firm tone and didn't seem to be playing tricks on him, so he just said whatever he wanted to say.

"Brother Zhao, the villagers can't survive anymore."

At this point, tears were about to flow again, and Zhao Shanhe quickly interrupted.

"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't piss yourself and make people laugh."

He learned this from others when he was in Guangdong.

Although Gao Daquan didn't know the meaning of these words, he could roughly guess what they meant and immediately held back his tears.

"We in Xiangfang Village can no longer bear it, so the village chief asked me to come to you to think of a solution.

When there was a severe drought last year, the village still had some food stored. If things got really bad, we could go to the mountains to hunt game. Although life was a bit hard, we could still survive.

Who could have thought that the drought this year would be even more severe, with no rain for dozens of days at a time. The village has had several battles with the upstream villages over water shortages. But even if the commune finally coordinates to release water, how much land can be irrigated with manpower?

There was not much harvest from winter wheat, and the spring seeds were also infested with insects.

At the time of autumn harvest, the village's grain output was reduced by a quarter. After deducting the grain that was handed over to the government, many families in the village were on the verge of starvation and could only survive on the bran left over from the spring.

The secretary has used all his connections but couldn't get much food. Finally, he thought of you. Knowing that you are a capable person, he asked me to come to you to see if you can help get some food. "

The conversation stopped here. Gao Daquan also knew that this was a bit unreasonable. Although Zhao Shanhe bought a lot of wild boars from their village, their village always got the upper hand.

However, Zhao Shanhe thought differently after hearing what the other party said. He now hated himself for not taking advantage of 9527 more at that time.

You can easily get other people's plug-ins, systems, and small world food. When you are short of food, you can not only make it rain, but also pile up food on the ground.

It was different for him. After each harvest in the small world, he had to calculate what to plant to get the highest yield. Even so, he couldn't harvest much food, after all, there were only a few hundred acres of black soil in total.

The last time he delivered machines to those three people, he almost emptied out all the supplies in the small world, but it was still not enough for the people of the whole country to eat for a day. This was a bit of a disaster. Why didn't he give them Hainan Island?

But thinking about these things now is a little impractical, let’s give emergency relief to Xiangfang Village first.

Thinking of this, Zhao Shanhe said to Gao Daquan.

"Brother Gao, I can do this. I'll take you to find someone who can definitely help you."