The winner of life in the courtyard

Chapter 12: No Reason, Just Facts

Shen Zhiping really had a good impression of his senior brother. After all, after he came to the steel mill, this senior brother always kept him by his side and publicly supported him.

So, Shen Zhiping couldn't just watch his senior brother die alone.

Besides, that sister Zhao Yanlai and my senior brother are really a perfect match.

Lu Dasheng is not tall and is a bit fat, while Zhao Yanlai is also petite and plump. The two of them really look like a perfect couple.

"Brother, hold on tight!"

"If this goes fast, I'll have a big nephew next year!"

"Hurry up and eat your meal, little brat!"

As Lu Dasheng heard Shen Zhiping talking more and more outrageously, he waved his chopsticks and knocked Shen Zhiping away.

However, after Shen Zhiping finished speaking, the scene of him and Zhao Yanlai living together in love emerged unconsciously in his mind, and occasionally he would think about what name to give the child.

"I must be crazy!"

After leaving the cafeteria, Lu Dasheng quickly stayed away from Shen Zhiping. He really needed to think carefully and could not be influenced by this junior brother again.

At this moment, Lu Dasheng had only one feeling: his junior brother had a poisonous mouth!

Shen Zhiping had no idea about his senior brother's situation, so he returned to the office and began to draft the charter of ideological education on safety production in the steel rolling mill.

In addition, Shen Zhiping is also planning to formulate some safety regulations to see if they can be promoted in the factory.

In the plot of Love in the Sky, Jia Dongxu was hung on the wall, and the accident happened when Qin Huairu was pregnant with Huaihua, that is, during this period of time.

Although Shen Zhiping had no intention of saving Jia Dongxu, he still hoped that Jia Dongxu could change his predetermined fate.

After all, it’s a human life!

Shen Zhiping didn't finish his work until the end of the day.

It’s not that his efficiency is too low, but that documents these days are all handwritten.

Before traveling through time, Shen Zhiping had already gotten used to typing on the keyboard, and his handwriting skills were far inferior to what they were when he was in school.

"Xiao Shen, what have you been writing this afternoon?"

A middle-aged technician at the next desk asked curiously after Shen Zhiping put away his paper and pen.

"Oh, this morning I went to the fitter's workshop to check the pass rate of workpieces, and I found a fitter who was dozing off while working. He had no sense of safety precautions at all."

"I suggested to the factory director that we conduct an ideological education on production safety in our factory, and the factory director asked me to come up with a charter!"

"Xiao Shen, safety in production is indeed important!"

"Before, our factory had several production accidents. We have repeatedly told the workers to pay attention to safety, but these people don't take it seriously!"

"It's okay, after this time, they will take it seriously!"

Shen Zhiping laughed.

This kind of ideological education on safe production must be based on facts!
Simply talking about reason has no effect.

Just like many rules, no one will take it seriously unless the stick hits you.

Shen Zhiping has already made up his mind to investigate and understand the circumstances of the parties involved in the production accidents that have occurred in the steel rolling mill in recent years, and then make a promotional poster.

Don’t you care about the safety rules in production?
Let me show you what happens to those who don't pay attention.

This time, he doesn't talk about reason, he just presents facts!

If necessary, he is also prepared to call a few people back to share their experiences.

Of course, the factory can also give some condolences to these former workers.

Maybe this is also a good direction to work in.

Shen Zhiping chatted with the old technician for a while, and then they went back home.

It’s not far to walk back to the courtyard from the steel rolling mill, but it’s not close either.

“It would be nice to have a bicycle!”

Shen Zhiping couldn't help but feel a little envious when he saw people riding bicycles home on the road. Unfortunately, he had just started working and the little money he had was only enough to support his life. "How about saving up for one yourself?"

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Shen Zhiping could no longer control his thoughts.

But after he went to the scrap yard, Shen Zhiping realized that all the books he had read were lies.

The scrap collection station did have a lot of stuff, but there were really no abandoned bicycles.

Come to think of it, a bicycle frame is made of steel. How could it be left gathering dust at a recycling station?
Moreover, people these days are generally short of money, so if their bicycles really have problems, they will send them to repair stations. If they really cannot be repaired, they will sell them to repair stations, which are much more valuable than selling them as scrap metal.

"They are all liars!"

Shen Zhiping felt that his trip was in vain, so he returned to the courtyard cursing.

I bought a few steamed buns and some pickles on the way as dinner for today and breakfast for tomorrow.

"I really need a wife!"

Not to mention a warm bed, at least I can have a hot meal when I get home.

Shen Zhiping couldn't help but think of Qin Huairu saying she wanted to introduce Qin Jingru to him. Unfortunately, Qin Jingru's personality was really not good enough.

"Alas, when will this day end?"

Looking back on the past, although I worked like a cow or a horse all my life, at least it was convenient in many ways. When I didn’t want to move, I could lie on the bed and watch the young ladies dancing or something.

But now, I have nothing to do and can only lie in the cold bed and shiver.

Thinking of this, Shen Zhiping thought of his senior brother. As expected, this senior brother really did not know how to appreciate what he had. He despised him!
After returning to the courtyard, as soon as Shen Zhiping entered the gate, he saw the goalkeeper Yan Bugui.

No wonder people say that the third uncle Yan Bugui of this courtyard is the door god of the courtyard. Judging from his behavior, it is really appropriate.

"Hey, Technician Shen, it's time to get off work!"

Yan Bugui looked at Shen Zhiping with a smile, his eyes occasionally sweeping over the lunch box in Shen Zhiping's hand.

The lunch box is filled with steamed buns, so it naturally looks heavy.

"Teacher Yan, have you eaten?"

Shen Zhiping smiled and started chatting with Yan Bugui.

Want to take advantage of him?
Comrade Old Yan, you must be dreaming!

"Nope!"

Yan Bugui smiled and said, "How about I bring some wine to your place and we can have a drink tonight?"

"Teacher Yan, please don't!"

Shen Zhiping refused directly, "I just moved in here, there is nothing in the house, you brought wine, but I don't even have peanuts to go with it, I dare not drink your wine!"

"In your lunch box...?"

Yan Bugui is really shameless.

Shen Zhiping was not annoyed and said, "I bought a few steamed buns for dinner. If you don't believe me, I'll open them and let you see."

"Believe it, believe it!"

The smile on Yan Bugui's face faded a lot.

Obviously, in his mind, he had already labeled Shen Zhiping as a poor and miser.

"I'd better show it to you, so that you won't think I'm reluctant to invite you!"

Shen Zhiping directly opened the lid of the lunch box, revealing the white flour buns inside.

Only steamed buns, nothing else!
As for the pickles that Shen Zhiping bought, he must have put them directly in his clothes pocket. That stuff is a good thing to go with wine.

Before returning to the Siheyuan, Shen Zhiping was on guard against Yan Bugui, the Siheyuan's door god.

Sure enough, what our ancestors said was right, it is better to be prepared!

(End of this chapter)