Siheyuan: Starting from Building a Village

At the same time, it was time for dinner at the steel mill.

Yan Jiecheng and his co-workers went to the steel mill canteen. At that time, the steel mill had not yet been expanded and there was only one canteen.

I thought I had arrived very early, but when I arrived at the cafeteria, there was already a long queue. Yan Jiecheng didn't want to be the last in the line, so his eyes kept wandering around the cafeteria.

I want to find someone I know to see if I can cut in line.

"Sister Qin."

Look, Yan Jiecheng found Qin Huairu standing in front of the line.

"Sister Qin, I'll line up behind you."

Without waiting for Qin Huairu to speak, Yan Jiecheng stood behind Qin Huairu in a familiar manner.

How can this be tolerated? Others have been queuing for such a long time, and you, a newcomer, dare to cut in line.

"Kid, which workshop are you from? Get out of here."

Yan Jiecheng deserved his bad luck because the people he cut in line with were from the sand-casting workshop. They were all doing manual labor and were all tall and strong. Usually they were the ones who cut in line with others. But who would have thought that today an ignorant kid would come from nowhere.

"Who are you? My sister Qin helped me line up. What's the problem?"

Although the people behind him were tall and strong, Yan Jiecheng did not feel scared. On the first day he entered the factory, he learned some of the factory's rules and regulations, which was that fighting was prohibited in the factory and violators would be severely punished.

"Qin Huairu, did you line up for him?"

"Brother Bold, you know me. Others always queue up for me. I don't have the habit of queuing up for others."

Qin Huairu naturally would not offend the muscular and simple-minded guys in the foundry workshop for Yan Jiecheng.

"Sister Qin, you?"

Yan Jiecheng was dumbfounded. One reason he dared to cut in line was that he thought Qin Huairu would definitely help him. He didn't expect that Qin Huairu wouldn't even give him this little bit of face.

"Hehe, you are just a sentimental person. Boy, you can get out of here now and I will forgive you for what happened."

"Should I go?"

"Snapped!"

As soon as Yan Jiecheng finished speaking, Niu Dadan slapped him in the face.

"You..you..how come you hit someone?"

Yan Jiecheng covered his face, he didn't dare to do anything. Niu Dadan's physique gave people a sense of oppression just by standing there.

"Boy, I just want to ask you whether you will leave or not?"

Niu Dadan said this and raised his hand again.

"Humph, I won't argue with you."

Seeing that others really dared to hit him, Yan Jiecheng lowered his head and returned to the end of the team in shame amid the laughter of everyone.

"Qin Huairu, sure, this is another one of your admirers, right?"

“Niu Dadan, don’t talk nonsense, isn’t this the reputation of a bad sister?”

"Hehe, Qin Huairu is a thousand-year-old fox, who doesn't know who?"

"Niu Dadan, if you keep talking nonsense, I will sue you at the Women's Federation for insulting female comrades."

"Well, I won't say anything."

"Niu Dadan, do you think it's over if you don't say anything?"

"Qin Huairu, what do you want?"

"If you pay for today's meal, I will forgive you."

"Okay, I admit defeat."

Although Niu Dadan's name is Dadan, he doesn't dare to really face those old ladies from the Women's Federation. They are not easy to deal with. When it comes to women's rights, the factory director has to give them some ground.

While Yan Jiecheng was waiting anxiously, it was finally his turn to get food.

"Silly Zhu, two steamed buns and one shredded potato."

Yan Jiecheng has forgotten what happened on his way to work today.

"Yan Jiecheng, you're late. There's no more."

Sha Zhu didn't take Yan Jiecheng's meal ticket and didn't even look at him.

"Silly, what do you mean?"

Yan Jiecheng was also angry. He couldn't beat Niu Dadan in the foundry workshop, so how could he beat Shazhu, the stinky cook? You know, he is a skilled worker in the factory, and the master calls him a genius in locksmithing.

"Yan Jiecheng, do you have donkey hair in your ears? Let me say it again. Today's food is sold out. There is no more. Do you understand now?"

"Silly Zhu, fry one for me now."

"Oh, oh, oh, Yan Jiecheng, you are really good, and you are so arrogant. I will fry one for you, but don't you think you are worthy? Get out of here and don't delay our work."

"You...you...I'm going to sue you."

"Go, go now. Whoever doesn't go is a grandson."

Yan Jiecheng was really dumbfounded. He wanted to sue Sha Zhu, but he didn't even know which direction the canteen director's office door opened.

"Master Liu, Master Liu, please give us your judgment."

Yan Jiecheng looked around the cafeteria and finally found Liu Haizhong in the corner.

"Humph!"

Liu Haizhong snorted coldly, glared at him, and turned away.

"I...Master Liu, Master Liu..."

Having finally met an acquaintance, Yan Jiecheng naturally couldn't let him get away.

"Yan Jiecheng, what did you call me?"

Being pulled by Yan Jiecheng, Liu Haizhong had to stop.

Yan Jiecheng was confused and said, "Master Liu."

"Huh, Old Yan really gave birth to a good son."

Liu Haizhong pushed Yan Jiecheng away and left unhappily.

"Who...who are these people? If I don't call you Master Liu, can I still call you Liu Haizhong?"

Seeing Liu Haizhong walking out of the cafeteria, Yan Jiecheng's face was full of depression. He wondered what happened today?

It’s not like I’ve been the last in line before, so why is there no food today?

Yan Jiecheng was worried. This was not okay. If he didn't eat lunch, how could he do the work in the afternoon? If he knew that he was doing menial work now, and most of the time he was carrying raw materials, which was heavy work, he couldn't make it to the end of the get off work if he didn't have enough food, let alone no food.

"Jie Cheng, why aren't you leaving yet?"

Qin Huairu ate slowly because she was pregnant. When she finished her meal and came out of the cafeteria, she saw Yan Jiecheng standing at the cafeteria door.

"Sister Qin, do you have anything to eat?"

"Why? Not full?"

"No, when I went to get food, Shazhu said there was no food left."

After listening to Yan Jiecheng's words, Qin Huairu understood that this was Sha Zhu's revenge.

Qin Huairu said, "I have two steamed buns here, do you want some?"

When he heard about two steamed buns, Yan Jiecheng's eyes fell directly on Qin Huairu's headlights. He suddenly felt his throat a little dry and couldn't help swallowing.

"Brother Jie Cheng, where are you looking?"

"Sister Qin, hehe."

Yan Jiecheng rubbed his hands awkwardly.

"One steamed bun costs ten cents, two costs twenty cents, do you want one?"

Qin Huairu would certainly not do business that would lose money. You have to know that in that era, two cents could buy a pound of steamed buns, and a pound of steamed buns had about five buns. Today, the steamed buns were still paid for by Niu Dadan, which means that Qin Huairu made a net profit of two cents.

"Sister Qin, do you need more money?"

"Haha, Brother Jie Cheng, what you said is really interesting. Let's put it another way. I don't want any money, so you have the nerve to eat for free?"

"Sister Qin, that can't be done. That can't be done. I mean it's a bit expensive."

"Expensive? Then don't eat it."

"Sister Qin, no no no, I want to eat, I want to eat."

Yan Jiecheng suppressed his pain, took out two cents and bought the steamed bun from Qin Huairu's hand.

"Jie Cheng, little brother, come find me if you want to eat steamed buns next time."

Qin Huairu smiled charmingly, turned around and walked away.

Staring at the plump body and the swaying back and forth taillights, Yan Jiecheng swallowed his saliva again.