Chapter 279 Military Vehicle Modified into Public Transport
When He Daqing mentioned He Yushui's question, He Yuzhu thought about it and agreed.
"That's fine. Anyway, the old lady is looking after us at home, and Yu Shui can take care of herself now, so I won't take her with me.
And Yu Shui has reached school age this year,

When Qingshan went to school two years ago, I promised Yushui that I would send her to school.

Now is the time to give her some exercise.”

When I heard my son say that he wanted to send my daughter to school, I thought that he had already sent Li Qingshan's adopted son to school, so there was no reason to favor one over the other.

So I agreed.
"Okay, then we'll send the rainwater to Old Yan's school when school starts in September this year."

After the father and son told He Yushui the result of their discussion, she pulled He Yuzhu's arm and raised her head, saying somewhat unhappily,

"Brother, I haven't had a work meal at Fengzeyuan for a long time.
I was thinking of going to Fengze Garden with you and dad after you guys started working, but you guys went to work without me."

Looking at his depressed sister, He Yuzhu smiled and touched her head.

He explained with a smile,
"Come on, it's just a work meal at Fengze Garden. When we officially start work in a couple of days, I'll buy you a few dishes from the menu and let you eat as much as you want, okay?"

When He Yushui heard her brother say that he would buy her some Fengzeyuan dishes, she immediately drooled and nodded vigorously.
"Mmmmmmm!"

Seeing his sister's greedy look, He Yuzhu smiled and said,
"Don't run around at home in the future. Listen to the old lady. Remember that."

"Remember, brother, I listen to the old lady the most. I never leave the courtyard on weekdays."

"Well, you're so good!"

The next morning, He Yuzhu and his son had breakfast and prepared to go out to work.

As soon as he walked out of the courtyard gate, He Yuzhu said,

"Dad, the tram is too slow. Let's go to Di'anmen and take the bus."

"That's fine. There happens to be a bus from Di'anmen that goes directly to Zhushikou. I heard from them that it's much more comfortable than taking the tram before."

After saying that, the father and son turned and headed towards Di'anmen.

When I arrived, I found that there were already quite a lot of neighbors waiting for the bus to go to work, so I greeted them with a smile and started chatting with them.

Compared to He Daqing, the neighbors were obviously more surprised by He Yuzhu's choice.

They all looked at him and asked,
"Zhu Zi, I heard a few days ago that you are no longer working at the branch office and are going back to Fengze Garden to be a chef.

What on earth are you thinking, you little bastard?

The branch office has such a good salary, so just refuse it!"

"That's right, Zhuzi. You have made a lot of achievements in the past two years. If you work as a public security officer in the branch, you can at least take over Director Lin's job and become the director of our Shichahai Branch.
You are now going to Fengze Garden to be a cook. Isn't this destroying your own future?"

……

Some people are concerned about He Yuzhu's choice, and naturally some people are concerned about whether he will join the army.

Hearing the neighbors talking about it,

He Yuzhu thought that these neighbors would not understand his reasoning, so he simply found an excuse that they could agree with.

"My dear uncles, several generations of our He family have been cooks, relying on their cooking skills to make a living.

Of course I want to be a chef in the future, and pass on my skills to my sons and grandsons when I am old, so that my ancestors will never have to worry about food.

I can't pass on my police job to my son.
Isn't it that our PLA has fought for decades just to make our people live a better life? If jobs like the police can be passed on to the next generation,
Isn't it that we are going backwards as we grow older, and are even worse than before liberation?
Everyone, is this right? "

After listening to He Yuzhu's explanation, the neighbors who came from the old times and knew the importance of a craft thought that it was indeed true.

"Yes, this public security job was given to me by the higher-ups.
When you retire, you have to hand it in.
But this kind of craft that can support one’s livelihood can be passed down from generation to generation. As long as nothing unexpected happens, generations will never have to worry about food and drink.”

"The pillar is still smart.
In the short term, working in public security is definitely better than being a cook, after all, you have power.

But if we look at it from a long-term perspective,

If we calculate this over two or three generations, it is impossible for all sons and grandsons to work in public security. It would be more appropriate for them to become craftsmen and pass on the family craftsmanship.”

……

He Yuzhu was very happy to see that everyone agreed with his opinion.
Just as he was about to ask whether he would join the army, the bus arrived.

I watched the bus with a large gas bag on its head slowly approach the station. Although the back had changed drastically from a truck bed to a yellow-on-red-on-iron-and-wood carriage,

But looking at that familiar front of the car,
He Yuzhu recognized it at once. It was a bus converted from the Dodge T234 military trucks captured before liberation.
That was the same big truck that he stole in Shichahai when he first crossed over.

As the conductor struggled to open the two doors of the carriage with both hands, the neighbors swarmed to the doors, pushing and shoving, cursing and preparing to get on the train.

But they haven't gone up yet.
He was scolded by the ticket seller who had just opened the door and spoke with a Jinling accent.

"I say, why are you so anxious? We are all in a hurry to reincarnate, and some people still need to get off the bus.

Please make way, make way!
If you block the door, no one will be able to leave later."

After being scolded by the conductor, the neighbors had no choice but to open the door and wait for the passengers to get off.

But although they opened the car door,
But some people still refused to accept it and pointed at the ticket seller.
"These fools from Nanjing are still like this. They have been transferred from Nanjing to Peking for a year, but they still haven't learned the humility and politeness of Peking people."

"Yes, the drivers and conductors of the Capital Bus Company all have bad tempers.

He curses at every turn.
It's nothing like the old neighbors in Beijing, no matter how much they dislike each other, they are always friendly when they meet. "

……

I heard the neighbors belittling the drivers and conductors, and praising the people of Peking.

Some people couldn't stand it anymore and said in a weird voice,
"Peaceful, peaceful as hell,

Think about your behavior of squeezing in front of the car door just now, you really dare to flatter yourself!

These drivers have been here for more than a year and have trained many apprentices. Our drivers and ticket sellers who were born in Beijing also curse at people just like them.
There is no such thing as people in Peking being of better quality than people in Nanjing.

In my opinion, people in this line of work have to deal with so many people and so many shitty things every day.
No matter where they are from, few of them have a good temper. "

The conductor on the bus naturally heard the neighbors' discussions, but they were used to it because it happened every day.

I don't care what the neighbors say.
I just wanted to get the passengers off the bus quickly, then load them up and leave quickly.

(End of this chapter)