Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

Silly Zhu returned home, rummaged through the boxes and cabinets but could not get enough 100 yuan, so he had to shamelessly borrow 30 yuan and 12 cents from the deaf old lady.

He Yuyu sent the money to Jia's house.

This money naturally belongs to the Jia Zhang family, and Qin Huairu can only watch from the side.

After He Yuyu returned home, he heard Si Zhu lying on the bed muttering softly that he would never bring leftovers to Qin Huairu again.

She persuaded him for a while, saying how hard Qin Huairu worked and how pitiful his three children were.

However, Silly Zhu was completely heartbroken this time, especially since the loser Jia Xudong was still alive, leaving him with no hope of taking over.

For several days in a row, even if there were leftovers in the canteen, Shazhu would come back empty-handed.

Without Si Zhu’s leftovers, the Jia family’s quality of life would plummet.

In the past, there were leftovers of black wotou stew on the dining table. Occasionally, I could pick out a little bit of meat and eat it in my mouth, which was delicious.

Now, three meals a day consist of thin ramen soup, and there is only one bowl. Jia Zhang and Jia Xudong eat it, and their three children's faces are full of food.

More importantly, after listening to Wang Weidong's words last time, workshop director Liu Mingjun also felt that Qin Huairu's behavior threatened his authority, so he reported Qin Huairu as a typical example of sabotage.

She had 10 yuan deducted from her salary this month and only received 5 yuan.

Five yuan is not enough for a large family to eat and drink.

After only a few days, the noodle tank bottomed out.

They are about to pause, Banggan, Xiaodang, and Xiaohuaihua are about to open their mouths wide and stand at the door to drink the northwest wind.

Qin Huairu originally had some personal money and had already paid her medical expenses.

She knew that Jia Zhang had money and hid it.

But I want Jia Zhang to spend money to buy rice and noodles, unless the sun rises in the west.

I wanted to "borrow" some money from Shazhu to cope with the famine.

Unexpectedly, Silly Zhu, a heartless person, rejected the deaf old lady on the grounds that he still owed her money.

Qin Huairu also knew that Shazhu had just compensated the Jia family 100 yuan and had no money for the time being, so she was too lazy to spend any effort on him.

Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, in the first workshop.

"Oh, I can't survive this day."

Qin Huairu sat at the workstation, sighing and working hard.

With the lessons learned last time, Qin Huairu's current skills as a foreigner have improved to a high level.

Her white jade hands held the black iron rod tightly and kept thrusting in and out of the sleeve, adding a little lubricant from time to time to prevent hand pain.

This way you can be lazy and guard against the workshop director.

The worker next to me saw it and whispered:

"Look at Qin Huairu, she is too lazy. She can play with a workpiece for a whole day."

"I'll learn from her tomorrow too!"

"Hey, who has a master to protect me? How about you?"

"Keep your voices down, Yi Zhonghai is here."

The workers in the workshop were all dissatisfied with Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu was working as a foreigner when he saw his uncle Yi Zhonghai walking into the workshop.

His eyes lit up.

Yi Zhonghai has a bodhisattva heart and has helped her many times before.

Qin Huairu elegantly held up the long hair around her ears with one hand, stretched out her bright red tongue to lick her lips, and nodded her head twice at Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai was instructing his apprentice Wang Gangdan on how to process channel steel. When he caught a glimpse of that charming look, he felt a surge of heat in his heart and shivered all over.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said with a straight face: "Gangdan, master, let me in. Cultivation is personal. You have to understand this issue by yourself."

"That's what the master taught me!" Wang Gangdan was surprised. Master Yi was just about to teach him how to do it, but why did he suddenly change his mind?

"Well, keep working hard!" Yi Zhonghai felt as if grass had grown in his heart. How could he have the intention to continue teaching his disciples?

He put his hands behind his back and wandered behind Qin Huairu pretending to be unintentional.

As soon as I got close, I smelled a unique fragrance, which was like orchid and musk, vaguely present.

They saw Qin Huairu's mature body squatting on a small wooden pier, with her big ass almost covering the entire small wooden pier.

Yi Zhonghai swallowed his saliva and coughed twice to relieve his inner excitement.

After he could breathe steadily, he said slowly: "Xiao Qin, you have practiced well in inserting the sleeve, and you deserve praise."

"Master, I...I can't live my life anymore..." The corners of Qin Huairu's eyes were slightly red, and the smell of pitiful green tea bitch suddenly hit her body.

"Have you encountered any difficulties? Talk to the master!" Yi Zhonghai was overjoyed.

"You know, that bastard workshop director deducted 10 yuan from my salary last month. There are 6 people in my family, how can we live on 5 yuan." Qin Huairu said, her delicate body trembling, her eyes trembling.

Crystal tears flowed from her eyes, but she didn't cry out for fear of being noticed by the workers next to her.

"You are a woman with three children, and you have to support your mother-in-law and husband. Life is really difficult." Yi Zhonghai nodded and looked sanctimonious.

"Neighbors should help each other."

"Let's do this. I have ten kilograms of stick noodles at home. I will give them to you first to help your family survive the famine."

Ten pounds of stick noodles is much more valuable than two steamed buns!

Qin Huairu was overjoyed, and she burst into tears and smiled: "Thank you, master. I knew you were a good person."

"Well, there are a lot of people talking during the day. Let's meet under the big locust tree in the yard at night." After Yi Zhonghai finished speaking, he turned around and left.

He was going to the lounge to have a good rest.

Looking at Yi Zhonghai's back, Qin Huairu smiled bitterly and shook his head.

He is indeed a good person...

....

Red star rolling mill, truck fleet.

Ten trucks were parked quietly on the cracked cement floor. The paint on the truck compartments was particularly conspicuous under the sunlight.

"Don't tell me, since I imitated Wang Weidong and painted these big eyes, I feel that I can see further when driving on the road." Liu Guoqiang squatted in front of the dispatch room.

"That's right, I used to see things blurry every evening when the light was dim. But these days I feel much better." Shouhou squatted next to him, took a puff from his cigarette and blew out a smoke ring.

His skin was dark and as thin as a stick.

"Skinny Monkey, it's because you haven't run long distances in the past few days and your body is not that weak. Go back and ask your wife to buy more pork kidneys and make up for it. If this continues, you will die on a woman's belly sooner or later." Captain Niu Zhijun glared.

One look at him, and he was the most troublesome among the team members.

"Brother Wei Dong is a good man, let me eat his chicken legs." Yu Changsheng nodded heavily.

Even after several days, he felt that the unique flavor of chicken still lingered in his mouth.

...

Today, the truck masters at Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill did not leave their trucks. Instead, they squatted in front of the dispatching room, waiting for Wang Weidong.

Wang Weidong said that he would install sprinklers on all trucks so that he would not be afraid of being unable to stop the truck again.

The drivers were confused.

Sprinkler, for bathing? Wash the truck, will the King of Hell not accept it after seeing it?

But that guy Wang Weidong is smart and must have his reasons.

Wait, then.