Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

Nobody wanted to waste time in the cafeteria; everyone wanted to know the results as soon as possible.

Even knowing it would take another two or three hours, they were happy to come and stay.

They waited until nine o'clock at night.

After the stove is extinguished, pour cold water over it.

The furnace temperature plummeted, so Yang Jianguo grabbed a hammer and started banging on the furnace.

With each tap, Director Yang's heart trembled.

Oh my god!

He felt a pang of heartache over the slag that fell from above.

Finally, Yang Jianguo stuck his head into the stove again and turned around with difficulty to observe.

Half an hour later, a voice announced, "It's done!"

Yang Jianguo beamed with joy, and thunderous cheers erupted in the workshop: "Oh! Oh!"

In the courtyard, Yi Zhonghai tossed and turned in bed, fidgeting.

The old lady had already gone to rest, but he kept tossing and turning her around and woke her up.

"Zhonghai, what are you doing...?"

"Nothing's wrong, I'm just upset!"

The older woman didn't turn on the light. She propped herself up on her hands and sat up a bit, putting on a coat and leaning back. She asked, "What's bothering you like this?"

“…Don’t worry about work, go to sleep!” Yi Zhonghai said with a complicated expression.

He said that Yang Jianguo, who was jealous of others, was about to make a name for himself again.

Worried that he'll become more and more capable, and I won't be able to control him in the yard?

But now, it seems we can no longer hold on to it.

No one wanted to talk to the people in the courtyard, but Yi Zhonghai thought it was a good thing.

If Yang Jianguo really wants to get involved in these matters in the courtyard, it won't be long before he becomes the old man in my place.

However, he may not succeed.

Technological improvements don't just happen by talking.

Many times, even if he had an idea, it might not come to fruition for a year or two. "I don't believe Yang Jianguo will always have such good luck."

In Yi Zhonghai's mind, Yang Jianguo had made a great contribution.

The technology is there, but luck plays a much bigger role.

He just happened to be there and summarized his experience combining the skills of welders, forgers, millers, planers, grinders, and other trades.

They happened to discover areas for improvement and offered key suggestions.

If he had the opportunity to understand the specific operations of these jobs, he could have a complete grasp of them.

He can also summarize the direction for improvement, so why should it be Yang Jianguo's turn?

Unfortunately, when the special workshop was recruiting people before...

He declined the offer because he felt the workload was too heavy, the hours were too long and unstable, and the salary didn't fluctuate much.

Now, it's much harder to get in.

Hey ~

Thinking himself clever, he ended up outsmarting himself.

Yi Zhonghai felt incredibly frustrated!

At his second uncle's house, Liu Haizhong sat on a bench, head down, lost in thought.

He heard what was going on at the factory today: Yang Jianguo is going to make another technical improvement...

That doesn't make sense!

Do technological improvements just happen overnight?

I've worked for most of my life, and I'm already a level seven worker, but I haven't offered any opinions.

At most, he's efficient at his work and has a bit of a knack for it.

This is what people often call a special skill!

But every experienced craftsman has some skills.

But those are minor paths, accumulated through experience and skill.

It can't be popularized, let alone improved.

What gives Yang Jianguo the right to come twice in three months? When will this end?

"It's definitely nonsense, it won't work." Liu Hai was in a state of utter confusion, completely unable to fall asleep.

Chapter Seventy-Five is complete, collective insomnia.

These two are so conflicted and upset!

It's not entirely about being jealous of others' success; there's also the pride of a craftsman involved.

Imagine, a level 18 worker, the abbot, whose job rating has reached its maximum.

A level 17 worker is at least a head of the DAMO Academy.

These two had been reciting scriptures for most of their lives, and considered themselves well-versed in Buddhism, possessing their own unique insights, and were quite proud of themselves.

A young monk came here, spent three months worshipping Buddha, and annotated Buddhist scriptures.

Then, this annotation was approved by the holy monks of the holy land, who required that all temples, large and small, should follow the annotation from now on.

The annotation on "key person" gets to the heart of the matter, and is thorough and concise.

By referring to the annotations when reading Buddhist scriptures, the progress is several times faster.

How could the abbot and the head monk not be upset when they saw this?

In his heart, could he truly accept it?

It can't be!

Besides these two, there are two others still awake in the courtyard.

Qin Huairu and Li Ying.

Qin Huairu's insomnia was also due to the news that spread in the factory during the day.

But the issues she was considering were different from those of the two old men.

As an apprentice, she wasn't arrogant and didn't think she could compare to Yang Jianguo.

I feel envious and sad at the same time!

How come I didn't see this potential stock back then?

She envied Yang Jianguo's skills and his life.

I envy Yingzi, and I also envy their relationship.

Qin Huairu felt that there was nothing about her that she didn't envy!

If Yang Jianguo succeeds again, the factory will definitely praise him again.

The old man thought that since Yang Jianguo had been criticized, he would definitely not be valued in the future.

He simply treated Yang Jianguo as an ordinary person.

Look at his abilities, can ordinary people compare?

Factory Director Yang spent the entire afternoon in the workshop today.

When I left after work, I heard that he was still squatting inside, keeping Yang Jianguo company and guarding the equipment, and that he ate his meals there.

Given this level of attention, Qin Huairu would believe it if he said Yang Jianguo would become the workshop director tomorrow.

But why do all these good things have nothing to do with me?

The three of them were filled with mixed emotions.

The reason Li Ying didn't sleep is even simpler.

She couldn't sleep soundly because her husband hadn't returned; she had to stay and watch over him.

I ate dinner, but it was too late, and I was so hungry I couldn't wait any longer.

I waited until almost midnight before the car bell finally rang outside.

"Eiko, Eiko."

"Hey, here we come."

Lowering her voice, Li Ying put on her coat and dragged her shoes as she ran outside.

Yang Jianguo went to the front yard, unbolted the gate, and then went inside.

Why are you so late?

After re-bolting the door, Yingzi asked worriedly, "It's so late, are you all working overtime like this?"

Yang Jianguo smiled, pushed the cart, and said softly, "Let's talk about it when we get home. Let's go."

The two walked into the house, thinking they shouldn't disturb anyone.

Unexpectedly, an old man was still awake, standing in the middle courtyard wearing a coat.

Upon seeing the two enter, he hurriedly asked, "Jianguo, your improvement... is it done?"

Inside Uncle Erda's house, Liu Haizhong opened the door a crack and listened intently.

"It took some time, but it's done."

"I'm going back to rest now, you should rest too."

Upon hearing Yang Jianguo's voice, the second uncle fell silent.

He slumped back with a dazed expression, leaning on the bench and muttering, "It's done? How did he do it? How could it be done?"

Yingzi turned around as she returned to the room.

Only then did she notice the oil stains on her husband's face and body.

"Take it off and wash up quickly. Next time you stay out this late, just stay at the factory for the night. It's too unsafe at night."

Yingzi helped him take off his coat, put it in the basin, and was about to wash it.

"Don't bother washing it, we'll have to do it again tomorrow, and then we'll have to wash it again."

Yingzi glanced at him and said, "Then wash it again. Clothes are a man's face; they need to be clean!"

Unable to dissuade her, Yang Jianguo had no choice but to go along with her.

While I was wiping myself inside, Yingzi came back with a basin. It was pitch black outside, and I couldn't see anything even if I wanted to wash.

You still need to go inside and scrub the grease off properly.

Seeing that she was using cold water, Yang Jianguo hurriedly went to the stove to bring over the kettle: "Raise your hand."

"It's okay, I'll get it in two tries."

"That won't work either. I know the water is very cold tonight."

Let alone at night, the water seeps into your bones even during the day.

This is how rheumatism and joint pain develop...

After pouring out about half a pot of water, Yang Jianguo put more water on the fire to boil before going back to continue cleaning.

"Have you eaten?" Yingzi asked.

"I've eaten, but I'm a little hungry again now," Yang Jianguo said with a smile.

"I saved you some steamed buns and fried an egg for you. Wait here."

After washing and soaking the clothes, Yingzi dried her hands and went to prepare some food.