At the beginning, he took his seven younger siblings to join Yi Zhonghai.

The next day.

Yi Zhongding got up and ate breakfast.

He then picked up his carpentry tools and began to work.

He also didn't have a carpenter's shop.

It's right in the courtyard by the gate.

Anyway, this courtyard house is big enough, with a yard area of ​​over 100 square meters.

It won't obstruct other people's passage.

"Planking, planing, planing all day long, morning and night, either planing or sawing, only you little bastard know how to do carpentry."

"Old Jia, take him away while he's digging."

Madam Jia looked impatiently at the busy figures outside the window, muttering to herself incessantly.

"Mom, keep your voice down. What if someone hears us? Master has more than just me as an apprentice now."

Jia Dongxu's eyes were also somewhat gloomy, but more than that, they showed helplessness.

"That little bastard has protruding ears, you know. We can't talk about it outside, but I'm saying it here, so you have to say something too. You're my mother, my ass."

"Old Yi, that dead childless man, is also a heartless bastard. He dug up a bastard child to be his slave. Damn it."

Madam Jia turned around, looked at her son's worried face, and said unwillingly.

"Then let your father take him away."

Jia Dongxu was utterly exhausted, so he left after saying a few words and went to the living room.

"Do you think I don't want to? I dream about it all the time. It's just that Old Jia was useless in life, and he's even worse after he died. He even led people down there. It'll be hard for him to be reincarnated."

As Jia Zhangshi moved her obese body out of bed, she muttered to herself.

A short while later.

She also went out to the living room.

Jia Dongxu was eating a bowl of thin porridge, a cornbread, and a small dish of pickled vegetables.

Qin Huairu was breastfeeding while holding the stick.

Even while nursing, the little thief Banggeng was restless, trying to take the rice bowl with both hands.

Jia Zhangshi plopped down, picked up the thin porridge, and began to slurp it down like a pig eating.

A short while later.

She finished the bowl of cooled porridge in no time.

She ladled herself another bowl of porridge that was about 80% dry.

Then he picked up a cornbread and took a big bite.

Jia Dongxu frowned when he saw that the rice in the porridge was becoming thinner, but he didn't say anything.

"What, you're worried about me having some porridge?"

Madam Jia glared at him with displeasure.

"Mom, what are you doing so early in the morning? Why are you getting angry?"

Only then did Jia Dongxu realize that his mother's mood was off, and asked softly.

"Why am I getting angry? Let me ask you, you only got a Level 1 worker rating in the first half of the year, and you'll be getting another rating in the second half. Do you think you can pass Level 2?"

Jia Zhangshi angrily put down the bowl and asked directly.

"It should be fine, my master said I can pass with a little more practice."

Jia Dongxu said uncertainly.

"Damn it, even if it's over, how much salary do you even get?"

"See that little bastard by the door? He's like a dog that bites but doesn't bark. He's so quiet, yet he makes more money than you do just by digging up coffin lids."

Madam Jia slammed her hand on the table, pointed at the figure outside, and said indignantly.

"What? That can't be right, a level two worker gets thirty-eight yuan."

Jia Dongxu looked incredulous.

"Last night, I went to the toilet, and in the front yard, Old Yan and his wife were there settling scores with that little bastard."

"They say that in the past six months or so, a person should have earned at least three hundred yuan, which on average is no less than fifty yuan per month."

Jia Zhangshi looked at him with disdain, her lips pursed, her tone indignant.

"Yan Laoxi's accounting is plausible, but how did he know?"

Jia Dongxu asked in confusion.

"How else could we know? That little bastard gets paid 50 cents a day, how many people come each day, how many orders he takes, and how many days it takes to take the coffin away—that's how we find out."

"The Yan family is like a watchdog, blocking the gate all day long. What don't they know?"

"If I hadn't been so vigilant, he could have calculated how much poop I produce in a day."

Madam Jia didn't actually understand, but she overheard it last night and repeated it.

Yan Bugui didn't know either.

It's too hot at home for me to sleep.

He was doing some accounting with his wife.

Who would have thought there was a fat mouse eavesdropping behind the wall?

Jia Dongxu's lips twitched slightly, and he subconsciously ignored the offensive remark.

He was secretly surprised.

You don't know until you calculate it, and then you're shocked by the results.

That little brat who's always so friendly and always has a smile on his face, how come he's so good at making money?

It can earn more in one month than I used to earn in two months?

Even now, his salary as a first-level worker is only 33 yuan.

He ignored the additional 50 cents subsidy.

If I had known I shouldn't have studied metalworking, I would have studied carpentry instead.

Jia Dongxu was lost in thought when his mother slapped him awake.

"I'm asking you, didn't you say last time that a Level 2 worker was a sure thing, and a Level 3 worker wasn't out of the question? How come you ended up with a Level 1 worker?"

Jia Zhangshi brought up this question again, which had already been explained.

When she asked that question.

Qin Huairu, who was sitting opposite her, froze for a moment.

A blush rose to her cheeks.

"Mom, let's not talk about it anymore. I was too excited at the time, so I didn't sleep well last night."

Jia Dongxu calmly explained it again.

"Hmph, do you think I've never eaten meat before? Damn it, let me tell you, this time, you'd better watch out."

"My second grandson is important, but your salary is just as important. Take it easy at night, or the whole family will starve."

Jia Zhangshi was angry and spoke recklessly.

"Mom, what are you saying? The child is still here. Don't worry, I will definitely pass the Level 2 worker assessment in July."

No matter how thick-skinned Jia Dongxu was, he would still feel embarrassed when his own mother pointed out something unspeakable.

Qin Huairu, embarrassed, hugged the stick and hid in the house.

She was indeed in the wrong.

She had just finished her postpartum confinement period at that time.

I haven't eaten meat for almost a year.

Needless to say, they were incredibly greedy.

So the frequency was indeed a bit too high.

It drained a capable man of his strength and turned him into a weakling.

When a second person finds out about something.

That would mean the 200th person would find out.

It's not even noon yet.

The news started spreading throughout the entire compound.

Yi Zhongding can earn over fifty thousand a month just from carpentry work, and probably more.

This made people of all ages green with envy.

This matter was certainly not solely due to Jia Zhangshi's efforts.

The Yan family deserves even more credit.

Yan Bugui wanted Yi Zhongding to teach his son carpentry, but was refused.

At first, I was just angry, but there was nothing I could do.

After all, this technology comes from someone else's mind.

If I'm willing to teach you, I will.

There's nothing I can do if I don't want to.

But his anger eventually led him to devise a scheme.

He asked his wife, Yang Ruihua, to spread the word when she chatted with the gossipy women in the courtyard.

He knew what the people in this courtyard were thinking.

There aren't many good ones.

They were thinking of getting everyone involved to pressure Professor Yi Zhongding into teaching carpentry techniques.

There were people in the courtyard who were interested in him before.

There are people who have tried it themselves.

But cutting a few pieces of wood is simple.

Assembling toys using mortise and tenon joints is no easy task.

People used to think that Yi Zhongding didn't earn much money.

I didn't have any strong feelings about it.

But what if you heard that you could earn tens of dollars a month just by doing carpentry work?

He didn't believe these people could sit still.

We'll see how Yi Zhongding handles it then.

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