Siheyuan: Survival Guide for Courtyard No. 95

Jia Dongxu did not feel any gratitude but hatred towards Yi Zhonghai for lending him 200 yuan. He knew his master too well. Old Yi earned more than 80 yuan a month, which was nearly a thousand yuan a year. How could he and an old lady use so much money?

It’s in vain that I’m so filial to you on a daily basis. I do whatever you ask me to do, but in the end, this is the result?

Moreover, the idea proposed by the other party was obviously not well-intentioned. If he went door to door to borrow money, whether he could borrow the money or not, Jia Dongxu's reputation in the courtyard would be ruined. Who would care about him in the future?

Jia Dongxu was complaining in his heart, but he couldn't see it on his face. He pretended to be very happy and said this.

"Master, you are so kind to me. This 200 yuan really helps me a lot."

After Jia Dongxu got 200 yuan from Yi Zhonghai and left an IOU, he started thinking again after leaving Yi's house.

Since borrowing money was not an option, he could only think of some unorthodox ways, so he turned his attention to the steel rolling workshop.

As the largest workshop in the steel rolling mill, it consumes countless amounts of steel every day. After the steel plates are rolled, the unqualified parts have to be cut off. This results in a lot of scrap iron scraps and steel plate fragments piling up in the scrap warehouse behind the workshop.

Steel is equal to money these days. Whether it is the junk collectors who come to collect scraps at home or the fixed scrap collection stations, they will recycle large quantities of steel. Jia Dongxu thought that since there are so many scrap iron and steel in the factory, can he take some out and exchange them for some money?

He paid back 200 yuan to Ma Zilian, which covered one month's interest, and he got another month of breathing time.

After get off work, I found Wang Wu and took him to a corner and talked to him.

"Wang Wu, I found a way to make money, do you want to work with me?"

If Jia Dongxu didn't know many people and he didn't dare to ask people in the hospital, he really didn't want to look for anyone in the factory.

Although Wang Wu and Pockmarked Face had cheated Jia Dongxu and made the other party waive his interest, he still owed Pockmarked Face a lot of debt. Of course, he needed a way to make money. When he heard Jia Dongxu say that there was a way to make money, he naturally wanted to get involved.

It is said that three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang. Although there were only two of them, they actually came up with a solution.

Ever since the enemy spies climbed over the wall to get into the steel rolling mill, they deliberately built the wall two more stories higher, reaching a height of three meters. In addition, they inserted glass pieces in many important locations before the cement dried. Even Spider-Man would have difficulty climbing over the wall to get in.

But since ancient times, cats have their own paths and dogs have their own paths. The solution Wang Wu and Jia Dongxu came up with was to dig a dog hole under the factory wall. When the time came, one of them would send the dogs out from inside the factory, while the other would receive the dogs outside. When the operation was over, they would use the accumulated snow to block the entrance of the hole so that it could not be seen in the cold winter.

Both of them were driven crazy by money, so they did what they said. During the day when they were at work, they paid attention to the mobile patrol teams in the factory and simply recorded the approximate time they arrived at the factory wall. In the evening, they told their family that Wang Wu invited them to drink (Wang Wu said that Jia Dongxu invited them to drink), and then they slipped to the factory wall near a workshop.

Judging from the time, the patrol had probably passed by, so the two men picked up the borrowed pickaxes and began digging under the wall.

To be honest, if he had this kind of enthusiasm at work, Jia Dongxu wouldn't be just a level 3 worker now. But people are like this, they can't realize their potential unless they are pushed into a corner.

After working for more than an hour, both of them were exhausted and sweaty. Finally, they dug a hole about half a meter deep at the bottom of the factory wall. The next morning, Jia Dongxu got up before dawn to go to work. As for why he went so early?

He had to use the snow to block the hole at the other end of the factory, otherwise the workers would be able to see through it when they came to work.

Now that the transportation channel has been arranged, the only thing left is how to move the scraps and steel plate fragments to the warehouse.

Wang Wu works in workshop 2, and Jia Dongxu's workshop 3 is even farther away. Neither of them has an excuse to get close to workshop 1, which is a bit worrying.

But isn’t there a saying that goes, since ancient times, deep affection cannot be retained, only routines can win people’s hearts.

When Jia Dongxu was seconded to rebuild a workshop, he met Tian Xiaowen, a worker in the workshop. This worker, nicknamed "Drunk", had no other hobbies but drinking, and most of his monthly salary was spent on drinking.

When the bell rang for the end of get off work, Tian Xiaowen staggered towards the factory gate, wondering where to go to get a bite to eat, when he was blocked by two people who were waiting for him.

"Hey, isn't this Brother Tian? Are you off work?"

Jia Dongxu greeted him with a fake smile on his face, talking nonsense literature.

Tian Xiaowen wondered who was calling him, but when he turned around he saw it was Jia Dongxu. Seeing the smile on his face he knew he wouldn't have to pay for the dinner tonight.

"It's Dongxu, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Jia Dongxu went over and grabbed Tian Xiaowen's arm, dragged him to the corner, pointed at Wang Wu who was waiting on the side and said.

"Brother Tian, ​​this is Wang Wu from the second workshop. We have something we want to ask you for advice on, so we'll be waiting for you here after get off work."

Wang Wu was able to survive in the casino and was not a bad talker, so when he saw Jia Dongxu introducing him, he spoke quickly.

"Brother Wen from Workshop 1, I've heard of your name for a long time. I heard that you love to drink and are good at drinking. Dongxu and I have prepared some good wine and food. Would you like to give us a favor?"

If it were something else, Tian Xiaowen might have considered it, but when he heard that good wine and delicious food were waiting for him, he immediately got drunk.

"Wang Wu, right? Dongxu's friends are my friends. As long as the wine is good, everything can be discussed."

The three of them walked all the way to the vicinity of Liupukang, where they found a few small restaurants that were still open.

Originally, Jia Dongxu wanted to find a better restaurant, but since the 60s, restaurants from the steel rolling mill to Nanluoguxiang have been closing down one after another because ordinary people did not have enough money and could not afford to go to restaurants.

There are only a few small restaurants left here because Liupukang houses dormitories for employees of the Ministry of Petroleum and Workers' Daily, and the employees of these two departments have high incomes.

Although the restaurant is not big, the waiter still didn't treat the three people well, and there was a sign on the wall saying "No beating of customers" was hung.

They didn't order many dishes, as they came mainly to drink. After three rounds of drinks, Wang Wu saw that they had drunk enough (mainly because he didn't have enough money in his pocket to drink any more), so he winked at Jia Dongxu.

Jia Dongxu also understood what Wang Wu meant. He ordered a lot of wine when he came up, mainly to make Tian Xiaowen drink well. Now that he saw the time had come, he spoke.

"Brother Tian, ​​I heard that you passed the third level of the assessment this time, and your salary has increased a lot. You should be able to drink as much as you want from now on, right?"

Tian Xiaowen was a little hesitant, mainly because he had drunk too much and his reaction was a little slow.

"Dongxu, what can you do with that little money? Food prices are skyrocketing now. I have many children at home, and I'm lucky to have two meals of wine a month. You're really overthinking it."