Scholars in the courtyard

Steel rolling mill, workshop one.

Yang Xiaotao put the completed cylinder aside. In this half-day, Yang Xiaotao had already made two cylinders.

Sun Guo looked on with admiration in his heart.

Yi Zhonghai, an eighth-level fitter in their workshop, worked for a whole day to produce a semi-finished product, and the quality was even worse.

Look at people again...

It can be seen that there are still gaps between the same eighth-level fitters.

And this is Yang Xiaotao's ability.

"Gong Yang, take a rest. We will eat soon."

Sun Guo said on the side, and there were several people watching around him.

Yang Xiaotao moved his fingers, nodded and said, "Okay! How are the other parts completed?"

"There is still a slide valve that has not been made, but a lot of other things have been made."

Sun Guo said on the side. As for the slide valve, he could see that it was no worse than the cylinder.

Yang Xiaotao nodded. The things he designed naturally knew the difficulty. If the eighth-level fitter of the cylinder could still do it, the slide valve would need the best of the eighth-level master craftsmen.

As for Yi Zhonghai's inability to even make a cylinder, there is water in it.

If there was no problem with the classification at the beginning, Yang Xiaotao estimated that Yi Zhonghai was focused on retirement plans, and his skills at hand would naturally deteriorate.

"I will make a few slide valves in the afternoon, and we will try to finish them all today. We will assemble them tomorrow and the day after tomorrow and test them."

As Yang Xiaotao said, Sun Guo smiled. If they could produce samples, most of their tasks in the first workshop were completed.

He is not a person with poor eyesight. As for the steam engine made by Yang Xiaotao, if they really have to make it in a workshop, even if it is made, they will not be able to do much in one day.

He felt that if he wanted to produce on a large scale, he had to mobilize the strength of the entire factory and bring together the eight-level fitters.

But this is simply not realistic.

Eighth-level workers, not only the treasures of various workshops, but also the existence of attention in this steel rolling mill.

If they all give him a workshop, then several other workshop directors can come and fight with him.

Sun Guo has this self-awareness, so he can see clearly. If he can build one, it will be a victory.

Several people followed Sun Guo and Yang Xiaotao and walked to the restaurant together.

When I arrived at the door of the Second Canteen, before I entered, I saw Lou Xiaoe and Silly Zhu standing together.

Yang Xiaotao ignored it and walked into the canteen with a few others.

I just wonder in my heart, Sha Zhu and Lou Xiao'e are getting together again?

But the current situation is not like in movies and TV shows. Although the Lou family has no money, they are out of trouble. As for Lou Xiao'e, with the job of the steel rolling mill, her identity as a worker is here. When the wind blows, I can also take care of one or two.

There's no need to get entangled with stupid people.

What's more, Si Zhu at this time was not from a third-generation farmhand. He was a middle peasant, not much better.

"Lou Xiao'e, think about what I just said. After all, with our background, we have no choice."

Silly Zhu had a dream last night. This time the heroine was not Qin Huairu, but Lou Xiao'e.

When I got up in the morning, I thought that if I were with Lou Xiao'e, Xu Damao would be angry to death when I met him.

If he had another son, Xu Damao would probably be furious.

What's more, with Lou Xiao'e's appearance, background, and a married woman, it wouldn't be a loss to follow him.

Lou Xiao'e's face was filled with frost. She came over for dinner today, but was blocked by Silly Zhu before she even entered.

After talking a bunch of nonsense without any reason, Lou Xiao'e became very angry when it finally came out that she actually wanted to be with her.

Even if she, Lou Xiaoe, were blind, she would never go after a bastard like Silly Zhu.

What's more, she had already put an end to her marriage.

Now I just want to live a good life and be with my parents.

This idiot is still thinking about dragging her back to the courtyard and back to that sad place?

dream!

Thinking of this, Lou Xiao'e stared at Shazhu and spoke word by word.

"Silly Zhu, you, a grown man, are you ashamed to say this? I'm still with you, and I don't even look in the mirror to see what I am."

"How capable do you really think you are? If you have the ability to compete with Yang Xiaotao, you have to sit around the three-foot stove all day long. What an incompetent person."

"I told Qin Ming, you two, don't even think about it."

With that said, he took his lunch box and ran to the cafeteria.

Yang Xiaotao's lunch box is still in her hand.

Silly Zhu was stunned and looked at Lou Xiao'e who ran in, with an ugly expression on his face.

After a long time, he sighed.

"You bitch man and woman, it's your blessing that I can like you."

"What's wrong with me just hanging around the stove? At least I don't have to worry about food."

"Stupid bitches..."

Silly Zhu walked to the cafeteria disdainfully, completely putting Lou Xiaoe aside in his heart. The deaf old lady was dizzy after all, so Lou Xiaoe had better forget it.

On the other side, Lou Xiaoe queued up at the back after giving Yang Xiaotao a lunch box.

Sun Guo knew that there were only two people in the R\u0026D team, but he had no intention of making fun of Yang Xiaotao, and the joke was not allowed. He was just talking about work on the sidelines.

Yang Xiaotao didn't ask about Lou Xiao'e. Apart from the intersection at work, the two of them had their own families in life, which was not suitable and not worth it.

After dinner, Yang Xiaotao and Sun Guo returned to the workshop and continued their work.

Time is running out, the weather is getting warmer, and farm matters are being brought to the forefront.

Last winter it got cold early, but this year the weather was abnormal and it got hot early.

When I returned to Yangjiazhuang, I heard the elders say that with the current temperature, it would be suitable for planting in the fields without Grain Rain.

Director Gao of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences believed this and also made practical inspections.

Finally, in order to seize the time and strive for early maturity of the spring corn, we decided to start work one or two weeks after the "rain" and before the "grain rain".

And the rain is only a week away.

During this period, if God doesn't show favor, then people will still have to splash the ground, and the time will have to be advanced.

Thinking of this, we can only dig water wells in advance and not postpone them.

Moreover, he also has to go to the farm early to preside over the production of Yangcun No. 1.

For the first time, Yang Xiaotao felt uneasy if he didn't watch.

Back in the workshop, Yang Xiaotao began to make the slide valve. This thing is an important part of the steam engine. Yang Xiaotao worked very slowly.

When I got off work, the two slide valves were made.

After placing all the completed parts neatly, Yang Xiaotao made another inspection on the side.

What I made today is enough to assemble two sets of steam engines.

The reason for the two sets was that Yang Xiaotao was afraid that something would go wrong and delay things.

"Director Sun, that's it for today. Let's start assembling it tomorrow."

"Okay. Mr. Yang, please go back and rest first. Don't worry about this thing. Whatever it is now, it will be the same tomorrow."

"Okay, you should also go to bed early."

After saying that, Yang Xiaotao walked to the office.

When he opened the door, there was no one in the room. Yang Xiaotao walked to the table and drank some water, then took his backpack and walked to the courtyard.

Yang Xiaotao returned to the courtyard and heard a burst of sad music as soon as he arrived at the entrance of the alley.

Yang Xiaotao took two quick steps and saw Yan Fugui greeting everyone at the door of the courtyard, holding a cigarette case. Two middle-aged men holding suonas and trumpets at the door were playing.

The sound is constant, letting people around know that something is going on here.

Yang Xiaotao knew in his heart that Jia Dongxu was probably gone.

Walking to the door of the front yard, Yan Fugui glanced at Yang Xiaotao, didn't say much, just shook his head and sighed.

The third aunt told Yan Fugui exactly what Jia Dongxu said when he left.

Now that I think about it, if Qin Huairu had not chosen Jia Dongxu, and if Yang Xiaotao and Qin Huairu had been together, there wouldn't have been so many things in this courtyard.

"In the final analysis, the Jia family is still unlucky, and Qin Huairu is unlucky."

Yan Fugui silently thought in his heart, waiting to go home and have a good class with his children, "Don't have such thoughts that shouldn't be yours. Otherwise, you will only be unhappy and bring disaster."

When Yang Xiaotao walked into the front yard, he saw that the yard had been cleaned, the objects that had been scattered everywhere had been put away, and there was a white cloth hanging on the hanging flower door.

When Yang Xiaotao walked in, what he saw was the white cloth at the door of Jia's house. Jia Zhang sat at the door and cried bitterly. Qin Huairu was also crying beside them. There was no white cloth on them, but Banggan and Xiaodang were wrapped in white cloth. , kneeling at the door, moving his legs and feet from time to time.

Yi Zhonghai looked haggard and was arrogant on one side. He was also holding a pack of cigarettes on the other side of his bangs and was arranging people everywhere.

Yang Xiaotao passed by the door and looked at the coffins placed in the room.

There is currently no mandatory requirement for cremation, and many people in Sijiu City still follow the practice of burial.

However, the value of this coffin is not low. The coffin that the Jia family can use must have been made by Yi Zhonghai.

Without paying much attention, Yang Xiaotao went straight home.

Yang Xiaotao had no sympathy for Jia Dongxu.

Life or death, it is like that, just like grass on the roadside, growing silently and withering silently, without any impact on the passers-by.

Go home, tidy up, and start cooking.

In the courtyard, Qin Huairu's eyes were red. At the end of the day, she didn't drink any water. She cried and fainted several times.

Mrs. Jia Zhang looked dull. She looked at the coffin parked, Qin Huairu, and Bang Jie, fearing that these people would suddenly leave him and abandon her.

After Yi Zhonghai finished arranging things, Liu Haizhong and Yan Fugui also came back. The three of them walked to the door and looked at Qin Huairu.

At the moment, the three of them all regard Qin Huairu as the one who calls the shots in the Jia family. As for the Jia Zhang family, it would be nice if this old woman doesn't do anything bad.

"Huairu, it's up to you to decide Dongxu's funeral."

"As for the Jia family, we have sent people there today, and they will come tomorrow. But Dongxu's tomb still needs to be visited."

Qin Huairu heard this and knew that someone must take a look at this matter. Although it is a new era, under the Chinese heritage for thousands of years, in people's consciousness, the graves of their ancestors are related to future generations.

"Master, our family is still young, and I am a womanizer. I don't understand these things, so I need your help to give me some guidance."

Yi Zhonghai nodded, "When Dongxu's relatives come tomorrow, let Banggeng go back with him and get to know him."

Qin Huairu nodded, and Jia Zhang, who was on the side, lowered her head silently when she heard the relatives of the Jia family.

Can those poor relatives come tomorrow?

Since Lao Jia came to Sijiucheng, his contacts with people in his hometown have decreased. After Lao Jia left, Jia Dongxu found it troublesome and had to cope with the holidays. In the past few years, his family's financial situation was not good. Jia Dongxu was afraid that his poor relatives would come to fight against the autumn wind, so he stopped connect.

Now, she really didn't dare to say that anyone would come.

Yi Zhonghai talked for a while, and Qin Huairu nodded in agreement.

Then Liu Haizhong was responsible for entertaining guests tomorrow, and Yan Fugui was responsible for recording.

After the three of them left, Qin Huairu stood up and went to look for Silly Pillar.

Jia Zhang glanced at it, said nothing, and continued to cry.

When Silhu returned to the courtyard, he heard that Jia Dongxu was gone. There was a moment of surprise on his gloomy face, and then he continued to walk to the middle courtyard with a cold face.

As soon as she came in, she saw Qin Huairu leaning against the door with her belly bulging out, feeling indescribably miserable.

For a moment, Silly Zhu wanted to go up and hug this poor woman, give her a chest and let her feel the warmth.

But then, a voice sounded from the bottom of my heart, "Qin Huairu is a widow. Are you looking for a widow to be your wife?"

During the hesitation, another voice appeared again, "A second-hand product like Lou Xiao'e's is about the same as a widow. Are you thinking differently?"

"Nonsense, Qin Huairu has a child, Lou Xiao'e has no children!"

"Stupid, having a child means you can have a child. Why do you want a child if you can't!"

"You're stupid. Qin Huairu has her mother-in-law here, so it's strange that she agrees."

"At worst, we can raise them together..."

The two voices kept appearing. Silly Zhu felt that his head was about to explode. He patted his head hard, and a burst of pain came from his mind.

At this moment, Shazhu had already made a decision.

If it were before, Silly Zhu would definitely not think so. No matter how good the widow was, Silly Zhu still liked Huanghua's eldest daughter.

It's like eating steamed buns. Who wants to eat someone else's chewed buns?

But now, Jia Dongxu is gone, leaving Qin Huairu as a little widow. Isn't this an opportunity?

Thinking of what happened in the corn pile that night, Shazhu's heart felt hot.

As for finding a wife, that is also a must.

At worst, find someone with a bad background.

Or, find a country girl.

For a long time, Shazhu lay on the bed and grinned.

It is better for a widow to be a widow, so of course it is better to marry a daughter-in-law.

Only a fool makes a choice, and he, He Yuzhu, wants it all.