The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

"Then open the box."

"No, the money in this is public funds, and it can only be opened if the three uncles are present."

Xu Damao remembered that in the past, Yan Bugui also held a cardboard box full of banknotes.

Turns out they were all liars! ! !

This old man is playing me for a fool!

He was instantly angry.

Over the years, only Xu Damao was allowed to lie to others, and no one dared to lie to him.

"Bring it, you!" Xu Damao was tall and tall, crossed Yan Bugui's neck, and reached out to grab the cardboard box.

Yan Bugui couldn't dodge in time, and was caught by Xu Damao at the mouth of the cardboard box.

"Da Mao, if you have something to say, you are sabotaging public property... hiccup..."

Xu Damao pulled hard, and the box of newspaper paste suddenly cracked.

Pieces of folded old newspapers fell down like snowflakes and sprinkled on the blue brick floor.

A 1-cent brown-yellow paper ticket and a 1-yuan pale red paper ticket lie alone in the pile of yellowed newspapers.

Too much. . .

unacceptable. . . .

Rao is that Li Donglai had already guessed that Yan Bugui was playing tricks, but he never expected that this old boy did not donate himself.

"You old man, dare to fool me!" Xu Damao was also stunned.

He remembered his previous donation.

Two, five, ten.

With so much money, how much flower cloth and how much red headband can be bought for the little rural girl.

Xu Damao's heart was bleeding.

"Da Mao, listen to the third master's explanation." Yan Bugui's face flushed red, and the corners of his mouth trembled, "I'm not afraid that you won't donate. I'm doing it with good intentions."

"Do you know what good intentions are? 'Good intentions' first came from Tang Duancheng's "Youyang Zazu·Robbers", 'Poor Daoists, thieves, no good intentions'."

"Do you know who Duan Chengshi is? He is the one who wrote "Youyang Zazu: Robber."

"you know..."

. . .

"Go, come, come, third master, you are amazing, I can't afford it!" Xu Damao picked up his one-dollar bill and fled away.

Just kidding, at this rate, one day is not enough.

Li Donglai took Li Xiaomei's hand and walked over.

He looked surprised when he saw the newspapers scattered on the side of the road, "Master, what is this?"

"That, this..." Yan Bugui opened his mouth a few times, unable to utter a single word, and finally, in Li Donglai's indifferent eyes, he picked up a penny and handed it over, "Donglai, don't go to this matter. Talk outside."

"understand!"

A penny lost and found again made Li Donglai in a good mood. He put it in his arms and went to work happily.

Seeing that there was no one around, Yan Bugui quickly took the newspaper in his arms and ran into the house, "Old lady, bring the paste."

He didn't see the Liu family's daughter-in-law standing under the big locust tree with her child in her arms.

Her eyes lit up.

. . .

If speaking of the greatest feeling in this era, Li Donglai thinks it should be the spiritual outlook of a person.

Whether in Qinjiagou, on the streets of Beijing, or in a steel rolling mill, although people are short of materials and their faces are thin, they are full of energy that is not found in later generations.

Li Donglai had thought hard about such a problem, but to no avail.

Until the master Ding Qiunan walked in front of him, his eyes were full of smiles, "Donglai, you go to the personnel office, you have passed the assessment of Director Jiao, Director Hu is waiting for you to go through the formal entry procedures."

Is this correct?

According to the regulations of the rolling mill, it takes at least half a month for a doctor like him to be officially hired.

There is a world of difference between the benefits of temporary workers and formal skilled workers.

Not to mention the big difference in wages, there is no meal allowance or housing allowance.

In the future, the bosses of those companies, in order to save money, will definitely wait for your three-month internship to expire before turning you into a regular.

Understood!

Li Donglai understood where the spirit of those workers came from.

In this era, workers are the true masters of factories.

In later generations, the worker is just a tool.

Li Donglai shook his head, "Master, thank you, I'll go right now."

He disappeared by the door in a hurry.

Ding Qiunan looked at his back with a smile on his face.

This time, Li Donglai was able to turn positive so quickly. On the one hand, Li Donglai's technical level fully met the requirements of the rolling mill hospital.

On the other hand, it was Ding Qiunan who repeatedly suggested to Dean Jiao.

Such a good apprentice may be able to warm the bed, but he cannot be taken away by others.

. . .

The sky is so blue, the grass is so green, and the chirping of birds is so clear.

Li Donglai's mood is so good.

After becoming an official doctor, he will have enough money every month to support his little sister.

even. ． ．After saving for a few years, I can still marry a young daughter-in-law and have a few children.

The happy Li Donglai pushed open the sallow wooden door of the personnel office.

Director Hu was sorting out the personnel files, and when he saw Li Donglai coming in, he put down the work at hand and stood up with a smile.

"Donglai, I was optimistic about you from the beginning, but I didn't expect you to pass the assessment so quickly."

"Uncle Hu, I didn't expect it either." Li Donglai put on a simple and honest smile on his face.

Director Hu took out a document and pointed to the back, "Come here and sign your name, you will be an official doctor in the future."

The salary standard is on the document, and Li Donglai read it carefully.

Doctors are skilled workers.

Benefits are distributed according to the technical series.

Salary is divided into 18 grades.

The lowest level of 18 is an intern, 27 yuan a month.

Level 1 is the highest, which is academician, chief engineer, professor, and researcher, 322 yuan per month.

The document clearly reads in black and white, "Comrade Li Donglai, proposed to be a 14th-level skilled worker [college student internship], with a monthly salary of 48".

Li Donglai widened his eyes.

This is far more than the expected more than 20 yuan.

Also, when did I become a college student?

Could it be that Master Ding Qiunan helped to speak?

Alas, no matter what, thank you now.

Li Donglai stood upright, "Uncle Hu, doctor Li Donglai has lived up to your expectations."

Director Hu knew that Li Donglai's salary had nothing to do with him.

He was even surprised that Li Donglai could get such a high salary.

After all, like a doctor who just entered the rolling mill hospital.

At most, you can get a 16-level salary, which is 37 yuan per month.

However, when I heard Li Donglai's words, my heart was still very comfortable.

"Comrade Li Donglai, you have been promoted this time. You must guard against arrogance and impatience in the future so that you can live up to the expectations of the factory leaders."

"What about a rolling mill..."

Li Donglai's humble expression made Director Hu Luo Liba say a lot.

Finally, he looked at the door and found no one, so he asked in a low voice, "Comrade Donglai, do you still have the herbs from last time?"

Since taking the herbal medicine from Li Donglai, Director Hu, who is nearly forty years old, has done it again!

The next day, the daughter-in-law, who had been indifferent, even brought the gruel to the bed.

Since then, Director Hu has started the days of riding a horse.

Wow what a beautiful day.

Unfortunately, the herbs were soon gone, and the horse couldn't run again.

Director Hu went to the traditional Chinese medicine store on the street and bought half a catty, but after drinking it, there was no effect at all.

Is it a matter of origin?

He wanted to ask Li Donglai for some more, but he was too embarrassed to speak because of his face.

Taking this opportunity today, Director Hu finally got his wish.

Are those herbs really helpful?

Should not be!

They are not systematically supported.