Chapter 63 Workers
Seeing Sha Zhu go into the kitchen to cook, Yu Lixia and Yang Xuemei finally managed to get Ran Qiuye to stay at home for dinner.

I have to spend money again today, but the father and son of the Yan family just refuse to leave.

Okay, I know what you're up to.

Yu Zhiyuan took his father-in-law, Yang Zhiqiang, Yan Bugui and his son, and held his son to Sha Zhu's house to sit and eat.

Yan Bugui held the wine and said to his father-in-law, "I have wanted to drink with you for a long time, but I never had the chance. Today, I will use Zhiyuan's wine to toast you."

That’s great! After the not-so-lively dinner, Yu Zhiyuan wanted to send Ran Qiuye home, but was stopped by Yan Bugui, who asked Jie Cheng to ride his bicycle to send Teacher Ran back.

It’s up to you. If you want to set up a teachers’ home, Yu Zhiyuan will never stop you.

When Yu Zhiyuan got home, he grabbed Qiaoqiao and asked, "What are you thinking? Picking poop for fun in the school toilet?"

"Don't I want to see if what you said is right, Dad? Don't say that eating pig blood makes the shit really black."

"What are you doing looking at this as a girl?"

"See if you are lying to me. Dad, let's stew cabbage with pig blood tomorrow, and add some pork belly, okay?"

"Go, go, go, ask your grandpa to buy it for you."

This kid is so annoying.

On Saturday morning, Yu Zhiyuan went out to work carrying a stool and wearing a cotton military coat.

Xuemei also asked: "What is this for?"

"The factory organized a lecture on advanced heroes and models. If I don't wear something thicker, I'm afraid I won't be able to stand it."

After lunch, we went back to the workshop to gather and line up before heading to the administrative building.

The Security Department is organizing the workers to sit in groups in the open space.

Yu Zhiyuan took a look and saw how big the factory was.

There were also reporters, more than a dozen of them, with cameras hanging on their chests.

Yu Zhiyuan looked up and saw a red cloth hung across the main door of the administrative building, with a yellow square paper pasted on it that read: "Report on the deeds of advanced worker and NPC representative Wang Jinxi."

Yu Zhiyuan looked at his watch and it was just getting better now.

The union director went to the reporting table in front of the stage, tapped the microphone and said "hello".

"Comrade Wang Jinxi has just entered our factory. Go get some water and get ready. We also want to show the style of our Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. Now listen to my command. Let's start singing in units of workshops."

From "We workers have power" to "Unity is strength".

Singing songs is not only a tradition of the army, but also of the workers.

It’s just to make everyone more cohesive and have a stronger sense of collective honor.

The song lasted for half an hour.

Accompanied by the factory leaders, a man wearing Daqing Oilfield work clothes, over 160 cm tall, dark skin, a flat head and a big red flower walked out of the administrative building.

All the workers in the audience stood up and applauded. This was a model worker who had been in the newspapers countless times and he deserved any honor and applause.

The applause lasted for five minutes before it stopped when Comrade Wang Jinxi spoke Mandarin with a Gansu accent.

"Dear workers, comrades, please take a seat. Thank you for coming to listen to our Daqing Oilfield stories in such cold weather."

Comrade Wang Jinxi started talking about the Yumen Oilfield when he was 15 years old. He talked about the difficulties the oilfield workers faced in surviving during the war, the difficulties of living in the Gobi Desert in the Yumen area, and the impact that the sandstorms and drought had on their hearts.

Finally, there is the joy and pride after producing oil.

Starting in 59, he led the workers of the Yumen Oilfield, carrying the drilling equipment on their shoulders and pulled by animals, and walked step by step to Daqing.

A group of lovely oil workers carried water in their hands and on their shoulders to ensure the normal work of the drilling platform.

Jump into cement mortar in the cold winter and mix the concrete with your body.

Then we talked about the first barrel of oil.

There was also the first oil train sent to Sijiu City.

During the three-hour speech, workers stood up and applauded countless times.

No one was whispering, everyone was listening to the speech attentively.

After the speech, the workers sent off Comrade Wang Jinxi with applause. He was the most representative worker of this era, and his qualities influenced a generation of young workers.

He is also one of the countless selfless and dedicated workers of this era.

The workers not only applauded Wang Jinxi, but also applauded themselves.

The report on heroes and models will once again boost the workers' enthusiasm for work. These are the workers of this era.

The workers' enthusiasm for work was aroused, and Yu Zhiyuan's workload became heavier.

In this era, Yu Zhiyuan's soul was refreshed and shocked again and again.

Even the annual selection of workshop models and outstanding factory workers has not dampened their enthusiasm.

The workers' enthusiasm for work continued until the last two days of December, when they received their wages and benefits and only then did they think of their children and wives.

Yu Zhiyuan and Yang Zhiqiang carried the welfare back home with the people in the compound.

At this moment, people couldn't hide the smiles on their faces.

I am thinking of taking advantage of tomorrow's rest to buy some delicious food for my family, some cloth and cotton, and a bottle of wine to sit with friends.

You can smell the fragrance of food as soon as you enter the compound. This time, you don’t have to ask other people what delicious food they are eating.

A neighbor with whom I have a particularly good relationship has already invited me to his house for a drink.

Yu Zhiyuan was still wondering why the two kids at home were so quiet today and didn't make any noise in the yard.

When I entered the room, I saw everyone happily drinking a bowl of chicken soup.

Mother-in-law and Xuemei are busy in the kitchen.

My father-in-law is sitting there reading an old newspaper.

My father-in-law is never idle at home. There are five pieces of wood in Yu Zhiyuan's vegetable cellar. These were bought when he wanted to tear down the old house when he went out for a walk.

They say they are all good wood and can be used to make furniture and they are not expensive.

People have strolled around several nearby parks, and two piles of thumb-thick branches are piled up against the wall.

Once, Yu Zhiyuan said that he would buy a kerosene stove and use it in summer, but he was severely scolded by his father-in-law.

It's still called burning firewood now. You can try it in a few years.

Yu Zhiyuan still wasn't convinced.

My father-in-law's habit of always coming back with firewood when he goes out makes the neighbors in the courtyard very envious.

Even Yan Bugui had to express his admiration.

The mother-in-law kept the house tidy every day. From the moment she came home, the curtains and tablecloths were all clean. Not to mention the naughty boy Yu Jingwen, who was kept clean every day and had three sets of cotton-padded clothes and trousers to wear.

The little brat could run when he was just over one year old, and he was seen several times with his mother-in-law with bound feet chasing him from behind.

She asked her son to give his father a sip of the chicken soup, and then she took the small bowl and went directly to the kitchen, raised the bowl to her grandmother, and pointed at her father and asked for some.

Okay, you still have some conscience.

In the new century, too many people don't like to eat chicken skin. Wenwen can't do that, so he just eats the chicken skin. The chicken heart and chicken liver must be his too. He doesn't eat much, but Bala eats a lot.

Regardless of eating at my wife's house, I was drinking and chatting with my father-in-law Yang Zhiqiang.

"Zhiyuan, Dad will be back to the village for a few days tomorrow. Come visit your uncle and the house."

"Okay, tell me what you want to bring and I'll prepare it for you later."

"Get a few bottles of wine for your uncle, and some cloth for Xueqin to make him some clothes."

Yang Xueqin is Yang Xuemei's cousin and the daughter of her second uncle.

"Dad, Zhiqiang and I will pour you some sweet-scented osmanthus wine. Use some old coarse cloth and let Xuemei get it for you. I'll go to Changping tomorrow and get some more wine."

"I went to Zhiqiang's room to measure the size. I want to buy them a wardrobe. Yours is a good choice. I'll also make a desk for Lixia. It's good for my daughter, so I can't let her suffer a loss."

Yu Zhiyuan nodded.

(End of this chapter)