The Boss of Yan's Family in Siheyuan

Chapter 1 1958

Author: Black Tiger Villager

Chapter 1 1958

1958, early winter.

South Luogu Lane, Sijiucheng.

In the evening, Yan Jiecheng hurriedly entered a courtyard.

I saw him entering the gate, walking around the screen wall, and entering the wing on the left.

"mom"

Yan Jiecheng shouted to the woman who was cooking in the room, then took out his hands from his sleeves and leaned against the coal stove to warm his hands.

Yan Mu was in her thirties, with short hair. She was wearing a short gray cotton-padded coat on her upper body, a pair of baggy trousers of the same color underneath, and several patches of different shapes.

"Boss, it's time to finish work. Is today the last day?" Yan's mother asked casually without raising her head.

Without waiting for Yan Jiecheng to answer, he added: "Have you paid your wages? Remember your family's living expenses."

Yan Jiecheng said angrily: "You two are really good at calculating. Your own son needs living expenses."

"Is it okay to support you guys, if you don't know how to calculate? You are starting to make money on your own, and you don't have to pay for your family's living expenses."

Yan Jiecheng argued: "I am doing odd jobs. The railway over there has been completely dismantled. The street has announced that no one will be needed anymore. If you really want living expenses, you and my dad can find me a serious job. I promise that every month

Hand over ten dollars."

"You are so beautiful. It's good to leave five yuan for you every month. I will also hand over ten yuan."

The mother and son exchanged some silly words, and then Yan Jiecheng went to the side room adjacent to the wing room.

The room is not big, about ten square meters, with a bunk bed and some sundries inside, making it very cramped.

Yan Jiecheng took out a wooden box under the bed, took out the money inside, put it together with what he had in his pocket, and counted it.

"93 yuan and 4 cents, three months is not a short time." Yan Jiecheng muttered to himself, thinking about what he had done in the past three months.

I was a track engineer in my later life, and collapsed from exhaustion during a rescue operation. When I woke up, I arrived here, in the 1958 Forty-Nine City.

The key is not the serious historical time and space, but the world of the film and television drama "Love in the Courtyard". I became the character in the drama, the boss of the three uncles' family - Yan Jiecheng.

Yan Jiecheng graduated from junior high school this year. He was not admitted to high school, let alone technical secondary school, and did not have a serious job. He had to work odd jobs.

Fortunately, during this period, the railway bureau demolished the ring railway and recruited a large number of workers, so I was able to work steadily for three months. Because the construction period was very tight, the wages were generous, and it cost 30 yuan to work 26 days a month.

Don't think that the salary given is higher than that of Yanbu Gui, and they also provide two meals.

But demolishing old railways is really hard work. There are no mechanical operations these days, so it is all manual work. Peeling ballast, resisting sleepers, and lifting rails are not only tiring, but can also kill you if you are not careful.

As a railway engineering professional in the previous life, Yan Jiecheng went to the construction site and did maintenance work, and the hardships he endured for more than ten years were not as hard as these three months.

In the days without construction machinery, work was really hard!

Fortunately, I made a huge sum of nearly a hundred yuan.

In the evening, the family eats around the table.

The corn is battered with pickles, and Yan Jie thought it was quite delicious at first. After the novelty wore off, his stomach protested, and now that he saw the corn batter, the steamed buns of Erhe Noodles just made him feel nauseous.

Other people's Erhe noodles are a mixture of corn flour and wheat flour. Theirs is a mixture of corn flour and sorghum or bean flour. The grinding is not very fine and it really makes your throat irritated.

Hey~ Hey~ Yan Bugui slurped the corn paste and asked Yan Jiecheng: "Boss, your work over there is over? What a pity, there are no more Erhe Noodles and steamed buns to eat. I'll go to the street tomorrow and ask if there is any other work.

"

As expected of the third uncle, he is still thinking about Yan Jiecheng’s steamed buns at the construction site.

"It's not interesting to work odd jobs, why don't you find me a job." Yan Jiecheng said preemptively.

Just looking at Yan Bugui's expression, he obviously wanted to talk about living expenses.

"Well, well, there are so many people in the family who need to eat, how can we still have money to find a job? You should start paying living expenses to the family this month, ten yuan a month, no less." The third uncle is also unambiguous, and he can definitely calculate things.

Don't let it go.

Yan Jiecheng said angrily: "Dad, you are so calculating. Ten yuan is enough for two people to eat for a month, and that's Dunton Erhe Noodles and Steamed Buns." Then he pointed to the corn paste in the bowl: "That's it for you.

Three dollars is a lot of money."

"Why are you kid talking to your dad? What's wrong with the cornstarch? If it weren't for your dad and I plotting against each other, would you have eaten your cornstarch?" The third aunt pointed to the direction of the backyard and said: "You were born in 1942, and you didn't know how to feed yourself.

One price a day, not counting how much we can live? Your father and I, the four of you brothers and sisters, are all holding each other back. Look at how many people in this courtyard were originally... ugh..."

The third aunt sighed and said nothing.

The third uncle continued: "Those years were chaotic. In the troubled times, you sold your sons and daughters, and he exchanged his sons for food. So, what happened to my calculations? What calculations are there to survive?"

Hearing this, Yan Jiecheng also understood the third uncle. Although his life is relatively better now, his calculating personality cannot be changed.

Listening to the truth and lies of the third uncle, Yan Jiecheng finally compromised with the third uncle and handed over ten yuan a month for living expenses. Of course, the premise was that he found a job.

A night of silence.

Early the next morning, Yan Jiecheng wrapped himself in cotton-padded clothes and headed towards the street office.

After a while, I arrived at Siheyuan No. 6, where the subdistrict office is located. At first glance, it was a courtyard with two entrances. Staff were coming in and out, making it very busy.

There were also some office workers pushing bicycles, which made Yan Jiecheng extremely envious.

Stomping his feet, he took advantage of Director Wang's free time and hurriedly walked up to him.

"Good morning, Director." Yan Jiecheng greeted quickly.

Director Wang saw him and smiled and said, "It's you, boy. Do you have anything to do with Aunt Wang this early in the morning?"

"No, I haven't found a job since I graduated from junior high school. I have been doing odd jobs. Recently, the odd jobs have disappeared. Come to the street to see if there are any jobs here." Yan Jiecheng quickly explained the purpose of his visit.

Director Wang took out a notebook from the drawer, opened it and looked at it carefully for a while. He closed the notebook and said, "I have a few here."

After a pause, he continued: "There is a cotton spinning mill recruiting apprentices, and there is a third steel rolling mill. They are recruiting electricians and line workers. Electricians need electrician certificates."

Yan Jiecheng was very happy when he heard this.

Electrician, lineman, he can do it all!

You must know that although he was an engineer in later generations, he started out as a line worker.

From intermediate workers to senior workers to technicians, they all passed the exam all the way. Later, they were responsible for the training and grade examination of line workers. Therefore, the job of line workers was hands-on.

Electricians are not incompetent either.

Not only did I study courses such as construction electricity, but also to subsidize my studies, I took the high-level and low-voltage electrician senior engineering certificates respectively.

In this era when the average person is illiterate, being an electrician must be extremely suitable.

After a few thoughts flashed through his mind, Yan Jiecheng said to Director Wang: "Aunt Wang, are there any electrician exams this year?"

(End of chapter)