Siheyuan: I Actually Crossed Into A Stick

"Yes! In the morning, my aunt told me. Jia Geng laughed.

"hey-hey!"

He Yuzhu laughed, looked at Jia Geng, and asked, "What do you think is a good job for your aunt?"

"I don't know that."

Jia Geng shook his head, he didn't know what kind of job his aunt was suitable for, so he asked him, "Uncle He, I see you, do you have any ideas?"

"As for the steel rolling mill, I asked the factory manager. Probably I can only go to the workshop. Before I became a full-time worker, my salary might only be 13 yuan at the beginning.

"Besides, you also know that the work in the rolling mill workshop is relatively hard and tiring.

He Yuzhu also went to find out about the situation, so he told Jia Geng.

"Uncle He, what do you think?" Jia Geng asked.

Judging by his appearance, it seems that he has a goal.

"I think the textile factory is better, and the treatment is better. What do you think, stickler?"

He Yuzhu expressed his thoughts.

"Anyway, it must be more comfortable than a rolling mill."

Jia Geng nodded.

My mother, Qin Huairu, worked very hard in the rolling mill, and her hands were full of thick calluses.

Suddenly he thought of something. Since the workshop is so hard, my mother can help transfer to other 12 easier positions.

But now I am a small talker, and I just talked to Director Yang, and this matter can't be done overnight.

We need to have a better relationship with Director Yang before we can open our mouths.

"Yes!" He Yuzhu nodded, then shook his head with a sigh.

Looking at He Yuzhu's appearance, Jia Geng probably guessed something, and asked, "Uncle He, it's not easy to get into such a good unit, right?"

"Yes! I also asked the factory manager, and he said that the number of places is very, very limited, and it is more difficult."

He Yuzhu nodded and said to Jia Geng.

He thought in his heart, if it really doesn't work, then go to the rolling mill. It's a little hard work, but it's much better than working in the countryside, isn't it?

"Oh, that's true. There are more monks and less meat."

Jia Geng nodded, then felt his stomach growling, and asked He Yuzhu, "Uncle He, do you have anything to eat?"

"Yes, you wait. I'll keep it."

He Yuzhu heard the words and immediately took out two dishes from the steamer.

"Oh, hodgepodge."

When Jia Geng saw the dishes in front of him, there were better ones with meat and vegetables. The colors were rich and colorful, which made people quite appetizing.

"Yeah! There are some leftover ingredients, I just stir-fry them in one pot."

He Yuzhu smiled and said, after all, this is the home of the big leader, so he dare not come down from the leader's food.

Unlike in the factory, sometimes some can be deducted privately.

This time I came here, but I came with a mission, so I can't lose too much because of small things.

However, even so, after Jia Geng took a sip, he praised: "Uncle He, it's not bad, it's so delicious just by frying it casually."

"Of course. I'm still waiting for your big restaurant. I don't have the skills to be a great chef."

He Yuzhu laughed when he was praised, and then served a bowl of rice to Jia Geng, "Eat it, are you hungry?"

"Um."

Jia Geng didn't have anything to be polite about, so he just opened his stomach and ate.

At this moment.

Secretary Chen came in, holding a bottle of Moutai in his hand, and brought in a dish, "Master He Jia Geng, this is what the chief asked me to bring over for you."

"Oh, that's too polite no thank you thank you"

He Yuzhu got up immediately and took the Moutai and the plate, thank you very much.

"Secretary Chen, thank you."

Jia Geng said with a smile, and said to Secretary Chen, "Secretary Chen, you haven't eaten yet, have you? How about some together?"

"No need! It's fine for the leader to eat after I finish serving."

Looking at the child in front of him, Secretary Chen was also very curious, and asked him with some doubts, "Comrade Jia Geng [the emphasis is on your novel "Only Mother is Good in the World"?"

"That's right, Secretary Chen, you've seen it too. It's an honor."

Jia Geng did not expect that a busy person like Secretary Chen would have time to read his own novels, so he was really surprised.

"It's very beautifully written, and it was also introduced to me by my wife."

Secretary Chen explained to Jia Geng and got an accurate answer. Although he was prepared, he was still very surprised.

It's amazing that such a young child can write such a good novel.

However, I am amazed, I still have things to do, so I said:

"Then eat slowly, there are not many Moutai left, so Master He can drink as much as he likes."

"Oh! Well, well. I'm not going to be polite, this Moutai is so delicious."

If He Yuzhu is not polite, this Moutai is much better than the bulk wine he drank.

"Uncle He, how much is a bottle of Moutai?" Jia Geng asked him when he saw that after drinking Moutai, he still couldn't get enough of it.

"This bottle is estimated to cost 8 yuan!"

He Yuzhu is a drinker, so he has some understanding.

"It's so cheap!" Jia Geng was taken aback, subconsciously said.

"What are you talking about, boy, you really think that 8 yuan is not money! You can buy 8 bottles of bulk wine, which is enough for me to drink for a month."

He Yuzhu couldn't help being speechless, this is equivalent to a week's wages in a rolling mill.

The bulk wine I usually drink is only 1 yuan, and I can drink it for several days.

"Uncle He, this amount of money is nothing. If today's matter is over, how about I buy it for you?"

After Jia Geng heard the words, he immediately laughed again. This is not the Moutai Group with a market value of 2.4 trillion in later generations.

In later generations, a big figure like a big leader will drink at least tens of thousands of Moutai.

At this time, 8 yuan is not too expensive, and 933 is equivalent to a week's salary of a skilled worker now, which is equivalent to more than 2,000 yuan in future generations.

"Oh, that's a good relationship, I've been waiting."

He Yuzhu's eyes suddenly lit up, thinking that this kid is a very rich owner, so buying himself a bottle of Moutai is really nothing.

It's just that there is no clue about the TV thing until now.

I couldn't help but looked at him worriedly, and asked in a low voice, "What about the TV ticket?"

"Wait a minute, the pigs we can make are just as good as they get."

Jia Geng said while eating the food.

After all, I have needs from others, and I am still a leader with such a high position, so I really can't make decisions by myself.

I can only do my best to obey the destiny.

"Yeah. Sticky, you should eat more to grow your body."

At this time, He Yuzhu took more than half of the plate from the plate and gave it to Jia Geng's bowl.

He is young now, but he is about to enter the third year of high school and take the university entrance exam, so nutrition is indispensable.

I'm an adult, so it's okay to eat less.

And there is such a good Moutai to drink, already very happy.

"Uncle He, you give me all the food, or you can give me your Moutai too."

Jia Geng was actually moved when he saw him take such care of himself.

But the way to express this moving feeling is to make fun of him. .