Siheyuan Great Craftsmen

After the meal, Uncle Zhou Weimin's mouth was drooling with satisfaction. It could be said that it was the first time for him to eat such delicious food, especially the taste, which he simply didn't know how to describe.

Anyway, after eating, he rubbed his bloated belly and faced the gazes of his nephews and nieces with a hint of embarrassment.

"What are you looking at? Aren't you going to eat?"

Perhaps Zhou Tian saw his second uncle's embarrassment and spoke up to help him out.

Upon hearing this, Sanxiao immediately lowered his head and chuckled, then continued eating.

"Uncle, are you full? If not, is there more in the pot?"

After glaring at Sanxiao, he looked at Zhou Weimin and asked.

"I'm full, I'm full. To be honest, Xiaotian, Second Uncle didn't know you had such a skill. I'm afraid even the chefs in the restaurant can't cook as well as you!"

Zhou Weimin was very thick-skinned. He was embarrassed for a moment, then acted as if nothing had happened and praised.

Although he has never been to a restaurant, it doesn't mean that he can't talk about restaurants.

"Uncle, Uncle He said my eldest brother's cooking skills are as good as Chef Liu from Taifenglou!"

While eating, Zhou Yu couldn't help but look up and say something. Just as he was about to look at his eldest brother to show off his achievements, he was glared at by his eldest brother and lowered his head.

"Is it Chef Liu from Taifenglou?"

Zhou Weimin was shocked by Zhou Yu's words. Who is Chef Liu of Taifenglou? He is a famous chef in the whole city of Sijiu. Even in the surrounding towns, people know him for his miraculous skills. And Xiaoyu just said that Xiaotian's cooking skills are not worse than Chef Liu's. This made him a little unbelievable.

"Xiaotian, is what Xiaoyu said true?"

Zhou Tian put down the bowl and chopsticks helplessly: "Uncle, Xiaoyu is exaggerating. How can my level be compared with Chef Liu? It's just that I do have some talent in cooking!"

"No, brother?................"

After hearing his elder brother's rebuttal, Zhou Yu wanted to speak, but he was met with his elder brother's displeased gaze and had to lower his head again.

Zhou Weimin looked at his eldest nephew, then looked at Zhou Yu, who was obviously aggrieved, and nodded thoughtfully.

After dinner, Zhou Hao took his younger brother and sister to clean up the dishes, while Zhou Tian and his second uncle started chatting in the living room.

Before we knew it, we were talking about the issue of land distribution in the countryside.

"Uncle, how much land did our family get?"

Zhou Weimin met his nephew's gaze, took out a match, lit the pipe in his hand, took a deep puff and said, "I divided ten acres of land!"

"Ten acres? Is that that much?"

When Zhou Tian heard what his second uncle said, he was stunned for a moment. He knew that in some other villages, some people only got eight mu of land per person, but now his family got ten acres of land.

But when you think about their family, including grandparents, uncle and aunt, three younger brothers and two younger sisters, if you do the math, ten acres of land for nine people is not a lot.

"A lot? How can it be a lot? In some villages, each person was given two acres of land!"

Unexpectedly, Zhou Weimin glared at him and said.

"Our village has a large population and limited land, and it is considered good for each person to be able to get more than one mu of land,"

As he spoke, he blew out a puff of smoke and continued, "Originally, when we were dividing the land, your second uncle and I were planning to move your household registration back to the village so that we could get more, but your grandparents stopped us!"

"It's all right now. The land has been distributed. Even if you move your household registration back, you won't get any more land!"

After saying that, there was still some regret on his face.

Zhou Tian couldn't help but reveal a hint of relief, because he knew that the land that was distributed was taken back later, and urban household registration was becoming more and more important.

Especially after 1958, when all the policies were finalized, it became basically impossible to transfer rural household registration to the city.

If his second uncle had really come to visit at that time, he would have been unwilling to do so, but he didn't want to lose face for his second uncle. Unexpectedly, he was stopped by his grandparents. For a moment, he couldn't help but miss his grandparents in the countryside even more.

At night, Zhou Tian asked his second uncle to stay.

The next morning, Zhou Tian did not make breakfast, mainly because the family had finished eating the white flour last night, and he did not plan to make corn flour either.

He bought a dozen large meat buns from the bun shop outside the courtyard. In order to avoid being discovered by people in the yard, he put them in a backpack and brought them back.

He gave two buns to each of the three little ones, and gave the remaining ten meat buns to his second uncle, asking him to take them back.

After sending his second uncle and Sanxiao to school, he walked towards the steel mill.

Arriving at the steel rolling mill, Zhou Tian continued to process parts.

After this period of study, his locksmith skills have become more sophisticated, and he has even vaguely felt the bottleneck in it.

It was almost time for lunch when suddenly a worker in the workshop let out a scream.

"Oh no! Tuesday's hand got stuck in the machine!"

A loud shout made the workers who were working stop, turn off the machine tools, and run towards the accident.

Zhou Tian's face also became heavy. He turned off the machine tool and ran to the scene of the accident.

When they arrived at the scene of the accident, they were already surrounded by fellow workers. Zhou Tian forced his way in and saw a young man in blue work clothes lying on the ground wailing, holding his broken arm. His face was pale and blood was flowing from his broken arm.

Seeing the young man's face getting paler and paler, Zhou Tian walked to his master Liu Wuming and whispered a few words to him.

Liu Wuming nodded, immediately stood up, and shouted to his fellow workers:

"Everyone, stop crowding around. One of you should go and inform the workshop director. The rest of you should take Tuesday to the hospital!"

The Master’s voice echoed among the workers who were gathered around him.

"Yes! Master Liu is right. Come on, some people, send Tuesday to the hospital!"

Coming back to his senses, a master chef also spoke.

With someone giving orders, everyone suddenly became orderly. One of the workers ran out of the workshop, and several other workers carried Zhou Er on their backs and ran out of the factory.

"Hey, Zhou Er is so unlucky that he got his hand involved. Now, I heard that Zhou Er's family relies on his salary. Now that Zhou Er has lost his hand, he probably can't do his job as a fitter anymore! His family will be in trouble in the future!"

After everyone left Zhou Er behind, the remaining workers began to talk about it. You know, in a steel mill, fitter is a very promising career.

Now that Zhou Er has lost an arm, he definitely cannot continue working as a fitter. As for other jobs, it is probably difficult as well. The only job he can do is logistics.

However, the logistical requirements are not low, at least literacy is required, and the salary is not as high as that of front-line workers. It is estimated that he will have no choice but to quit the steel mill on Tuesday.

"Who said it wasn't? But it's also his own fault on Tuesday. Who told him to start working without checking his machine today?"

One of the workers who worked next to Tuesday said with regret.

Just as everyone was talking, the workshop director ran in, sweating profusely.

"Who's in trouble and what's going on?"

"Director, something happened on Tuesday. One of his arms got caught in the machine. I've had him sent to the hospital!"

Liu Wuming stepped forward and told him what had just happened.