The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Inside the dark Jia family’s house.

In the shabby stove, the flame of the coal balls was swaying, and in the slightly opened damper, the golden light brought the only light to this old house.

The aluminum pot on the stove made a gurgling sound. The stool next to it could not bear the weight and made a creaking sound, making the room even gloomier.

Cui Dake, who was wearing shorts, was holding a silver needle in his hand and raising it in front of his eyes. There was white cotton thread strung on it.

Looking at the blisters on his calves caused by burns, Cui Dake's face became more and more hideous.

The bubbles are round and translucent. The big ones are the size of a thumb, and the small ones are as big as the nail of a little finger. Against the backdrop of the fire, they look as tempting as golden grapes.

This was caused by working in a foundry workshop. He had no experience in this area, and reconstruction was the hardest and most dangerous work. How could he, a former section chief, be willing to accept this?

What is a foundry? Its full name is foundry casting workshop. Many parts urgently needed by machine repair shops are cast by themselves.

The mold was right under my feet, and when pouring molten iron, it was easy for it to splash onto my calves and cause blisters if I wasn't careful. Fortunately, I was wearing work pants, otherwise the meat would have been cooked.

"Ouch, hiss~!"

He clenched his teeth and his eyelids were trembling. Cui Dake knew whether to say it or not. He was really cruel to himself. A flash of cold light came first, and then burst the swollen blister.

The juice inside was squeezed to the extreme and instantly flowed out from the needle hole. After the pressure was released, the originally shiny bubble suddenly wrinkled and deflated, like a dried raisin.

Cold sweat kept oozing from his forehead. Without any hesitation, the steel needle in his hand continued to pierce the other side of the blister until the cotton thread was left inside. He then took the scissors to cut it off.

The advantage of this is that the wound will not heal immediately. With the cotton thread, the juice in the blister will seep out along the cotton thread over time, and finally the swollen skin of the blister will re-attach to the skin, healing faster, and friction will not directly rub the flesh. If this layer of skin falls off, the person will suffer even more.

This is in the countryside. People do farm work and get blisters on their hands. Here are some tips on how to pick blisters. Generally, the soles of the feet are used more. The next day, people can continue to work in the fields.

Almost every educated youth who went to the countryside knew this trick and would experience this.

However, after moving to the city and getting promoted, Cui Dake never expected that he would have the opportunity to continue using his old skills during his lifetime.

As time passed, cotton ropes were left in each bubble. Cui Dake's ferocious face slowly turned pale. He didn't say anything.

The badger oil taken from the medical room came in handy at this time. He applied it on them one by one. For some reason, Cui Dake suddenly thought of Doctor Ding. If she was there, she would definitely be able to help him deal with it.

That woman was a little cold, but she was responsible. At least, she was much more responsible than the remaining doctors.

Breathing heavily, Cui Dake looked around this impoverished home with empty rooms.

Qin Huairu was really cruel. She didn't leave him anything when they moved. If the kang could be moved, he would probably have lost even a place to sleep.

In comparison, Doctor Ding appears to be better. Although he is a cold person, his work is warm-hearted. Qin Huairu is a warm person, but her work is really chilling.

"Humph, if I wasn't able to make money, I'm afraid you would want to dump me too~!"

Cui Dake, who has always been self-aware, still resents the widow's ruthlessness in his heart. Husband and wife are birds of the same forest, but they fly away separately when disaster strikes. Now, he deeply understands the meaning of this.

After all, the widow even hired someone to remove the main switch nailed to the wall. You can imagine how Cui Dake handled this matter. He might be good at making a fortune, but compared with this cheap wife, he felt that he had gone at least two miles shorter.

Cui Dake's salary did not decrease much, but the key point was that he had to pay back Qin Huairu, rent this house, and maintain the previous relationships. Now that he no longer worked in the kitchen, he also had to consider food this month. Otherwise, the house would not be so shabby that the lights could not even be turned on.

However, at least they had picked up a house. As long as the two of them did not divorce and continued to pay rent to the Red Star Factory, they could live in the house together.

It's not like being in a machine repair shop, sometimes in the warehouse, sometimes in the small hut, and sometimes on the workshop floor, going back and forth like being chased like a dog.

At this time, laughter and joy were heard in the He family's house, making Cui Dake's face even gloomier.

Carrying the aluminum pot that was already cooked on the stove, he staggered to the kang in the inner room. Since he fell into poverty, Qin Huairu was no longer willing to be so happy with him even if he paid her on time. Only when he took the money would he force a smile, but Cui Dake was born with that kind of fake smile, so how could he not see it?

"You say you'll talk about it after you pay it back, but I'm afraid you just want to use me as a donkey pulling a millstone~!"

Not minding the scald porridge being hot, Cui Dake put it into his mouth with a spoon, muttering to himself that the two parties came together because they were taking advantage of each other.

Now that he was weak, she rode on his neck. Could Cui Da tolerate this?
He couldn't stand it, but things in the factory were progressing slowly. Director Liu and his wife told him not to be anxious and to wait until this storm was over.

But after being in a leadership position for a long time, he was suddenly sent to the workshop to do tiring and dangerous work. How could he keep calm?

Originally, he was counting on Li Feng, who lived in the front yard. Logically, they were neighbors, and if he showed signs of repentance, and he was the secretary of a large factory, it would only take a word for him to get him back to the office.

It is impossible for Director Liu not to give this face. Even if it is directed at his own Secretary Ma, he has to give him some face. After all, the compensation has been paid, which means that the factory has not suffered any losses.

However, Secretary Li in the front yard was so young and sober that he ignored him at all.

Punching the kang with his fist in anger, Cui Dake looked towards the front yard with a sinister look. He was willing to transfer Nan Yi over, but was unwilling to help him with this little "favor", yet he had no way to deal with Li Feng.

Cui Dake had lived here for a while, and he knew about Li Feng's reputation in the courtyard. He wanted to find some evidence against Li Feng, but he couldn't find any.

Liu Guangqi, Section Chief Liu in the backyard, has also moved away. Otherwise, Liu Guangqi could have contributed some help. It is a bit difficult for a security section chief to help him get his job back, but it is very simple to stop those people in the workshop from tormenting him.

After finishing the corn porridge, Cui Dake threw the spoon directly into the pot and put on his vest slowly. Water could not be poured into Li Feng's house, and Li Feng's mother would not accept anything. Then he had to see what the situation was at Liu Guangqi's home.

Outside the yard, there was still some noise. Some people were having dinner, some were enjoying the cool air, some were digesting their food. By the sink, a few women washing dishes were making a lot of noise.

Liu Guangqi's father, Liu Haizhong, is said to be about to take up a position in the community as a manager, switching from a worker to a community worker.

"How about introducing someone to him? He's a little too old~!"

He was already middle-aged, and he was a seventh-level worker in the factory. He was so depressed that he ran to the street to start over. Cui Da couldn't understand his idea.

One is a senior worker in the factory, and the other is a grassroots manager. They are probably not even considered leading cadres. How could they be willing to do this? It is impossible for them to be promoted at this age!

Cadres must seize the time when they are young and always be at the forefront, just like Li Feng in the front yard, who takes one step slowly and one step quickly. After Liu Haizhong reaches this age, his space for advancement has been blocked.

The street community personnel who came to the machine repair factory to eat, those who worked at the grassroots level, were basically younger than Liu Haizhong. Those of his age were at least the heads of the street office.

His eyes were rolling around and Cui Da was so anxious that his throat was smoking.

The burns on his legs will not affect his going to work tomorrow. According to the words of those rude workers, everyone has gone through this. He really can't stay in this foundry workshop for another day.

Yes, Cui Dake had not been the section chief for a long time, and most of the people he interacted with were cadres of the same level, and he didn’t know many of the middle-level ones.

At this time, it is better to be still than to move. The more you jump around, the more disgusting you will be. It's just like in TV dramas, where if you work honestly, you will naturally find your place when the time comes.

But now, with his own house and a place to stay in Beijing, Cui Dake feels that he is doing well again.

People were coming and going at the faucet, and Cui Dake was helpless. He could only take out the red book he brought with him and calm down to study it.

It was all experience. What experience? Experience in struggle. Secretary Ma's unethical sneak attack this time caught him off guard.

This feud has been formed no matter what. He has Director Liu above him and a group of people under him. Secretary Ma is all alone. It is still unknown who will win in the future~!

As for Li Feng, let that kid be proud for a few more days... (End of this chapter)