The booming era begins with the director of the Propaganda Department!

Chapter 53 Participate in the assessment! !
  Zhang Chenfei touched his eldest nephew's head and said, "Good job. My second uncle will buy you some candies later."

"Then you can't fool people with maltose. I need lobster cakes!! And buy more. I'm the eldest brother and I can't eat alone." The young man took the opportunity to make a request.

After dinner, Tang Danniu neatly cleared away the dishes, wiped the table, washed the dishes, swept the floor, and tidied up.

There are many children and few houses in the house. As long as you don't clean up diligently, it won't take long for the house to be built like a cannon.

But Tang Danniu is a neat person and keeps cleaning up after the children every day. Her principle is that she can be poor but not dirty.

She was busy tidying up, while Zhang Chenfei was sitting at the table catching up on manuscripts. I went to my brother-in-law's house for three days and the manuscripts were all used up.

In the back room, Zhang Chenliang was washing the children one by one. Grandma Zhang is darning the children's socks.

Just like this, everyone was busy, and it was gradually past nine o'clock at night. On this winter night with little entertainment, it was already late at night.

Various cries began to be heard in the alley, and "radish versus pear" was selling the most beautiful radish.

"Half-empty~Give me more!!" This is a peanut seller.

"Roasted sweet potatoes - hot!", "Smoked fish - cooked meat!", "Wontons, open the pot..."

The various cries did not seem noisy on this winter night, but instead added a bit of silence.

Those who had good family conditions or loved their children put on their clothes and went out, bought a pound of peanuts from sandy soil, and a radish with green skin and red soil. They watched the seller use a knife to chop the radish into small pieces, making a crisp sound. .

When I got home, the briquette stove was burning vigorously, the kettle was humming, and the family was sitting together. On a cold winter night, eating peanuts, drinking hot tea and eating radishes. Although simple, it is very soothing.

It's just that this scene, which is considered ordinary in Sijiu City, is very difficult to achieve in Siheyuan.

The Yan family has many children and is reluctant to spend money on them. Yi Zhonghai is rich but has no children.

Not to mention Liu Haizhong, who has a low level of education and doesn't even know how to write the words "love children"! ! !

On the day of recruitment at the machine repair shop office, it was rare good weather in Sijiu City.

Grandma Zhang got up early and personally rolled out a bowl of sour soup noodles for her grandson.

The dough is pure white. After rolling it out with a small rolling pin, cut it into pieces as wide as two fingers together and as long as four fingers.

Add onions, ginger, garlic, coriander, dried shrimps, and various seasonings to the bowl. Add boiling water to dissolve the seasonings. Stir and add the cooked noodles and spinach. The noodles are done.

The old lady felt sorry for her grandson. After looking at the large bowl of noodles and thinking for a while, she stood on tiptoes and tremblingly picked up a small jar of ground sesame oil from the top of the cabinet.

Dip the tip of a chopstick three times, and a layer of round and plump oil will float on the surface.

Of all the oils in the world, sesame oil has the best aroma! ! The old lady smelled the fragrant fragrance lingering on the tip of her nose, then nodded with satisfaction and walked out of the kitchen with the bowl in hand.

In the outer room, Zhang Chenfei got up early, put on his eldest brother's wedding clothes, and combed his hair meticulously.

Zhang Chenliang looked his brother up and down and felt that he was almost interested, so he took out a pen from the back room and stuck it in his brother's breast pocket.

"I'm applying for a job as a clerk in a factory office, so I can look like a cultural person."

He had seen in the factory that all the clerks had a pen on their chest.

Hearing this, Tang Da Niu shouted that there were two more pens in the back room, and if they didn't work, they should be pinned to her brother. "Others only have one pen, but I have three. We can defeat them in terms of numbers!!!"

When Grandma Zhang entered the house carrying the bowl, she heard this sentence and couldn't help but yelled: "Three? That's a pen seller!! Too much is not enough, do you understand???"

Tang Danniu curled her lips, said nothing, and turned to go to the back room to nurse the child.

Zhang Chenfei felt warm all over after eating a large bowl of sour noodles. He put down the bowl and wiped his mouth, then walked to the machine repair shop. The Mechanical Repair Factory is a newly built branch of the steel rolling mill. It is also outside Dongzhimen, not far from the Siheyuan, and it only takes about 20 minutes to walk there.

When passing by the steel rolling mill, Zhang Chenfei was stopped by the concierge Uncle Qin: "Da Fei, you are packing like a wedding, what are you doing?"

"Aren't you applying for a typist job today?" It was still early before the assessment time. Zhang Chenfei went over and handed two cigarettes to Uncle Qin and his partner, and the three of them chatted.

While we were talking, the topic somehow turned around to Jia Zhang, who had just joined the factory.

"That old shrew is so shameless. She still has the nerve to take over the job at the age of forty-two. I can't do such a thing anyway." Uncle Qin's counterpart sighed.

What do you think? Let your son, who is in his prime of life, go home to find a job and earn his own wages?

I really don’t think about my children. It’s very shameful to be homeless in this era! !
  "I heard that Uncle Qin, you and Aunt Zhang had a quarrel?" Zhang Chenfei asked curiously, "It's so good, why did you two start a quarrel?"

When Uncle Qin heard this, his eyes immediately changed: "Forget it, that old godly woman is so annoying, vulgar, ignorant, greedy, and selfish."

"It's just as annoying as my wife who has been dead for ten years!!"

He counted Jia Zhang's shortcomings with his fingers, as if he regarded her as a class enemy.

"Ah?" His partner looked at Uncle Qin in astonishment, "Isn't that right, Old Qin? Didn't you tell me every day that your dead wife was the love of your life?"

Why did he suddenly become the most annoying person again? ? Is this the depth of love and the depth of hatred?
  Uncle Qin suddenly fell silent and stopped talking, with a suspicious blush on his face.

Ah, when Zhang Chenfei saw his appearance, he suddenly had a bold idea.

Just as he was about to ask a few more questions, he saw Uncle Qin suddenly stand up: "Let's go, it's almost time for the workers to go to work, let's start working."

Okay, let’s ask next time.

Zhang Chenfei left very easily and started walking to the machine repair shop next to him.

When we arrived at the place, almost all the people waiting for the exam were already here.

Those who could apply for jobs at the machine repair factory were all from Dongzhimen. Seeing that Zhang Chenfei, a hutong kid, actually came to take the typist exam, many people started whispering.

Zhang Chenfei ignored the movement around him, squatted on the ground, lit a cigarette, and puffed away the smoke.

When it was time for the assessment, staff asked everyone to start lining up according to the positions they applied for.

There are many logistics positions, but the queue of applicants for typists is the longest, more than twice as long as the queue for other positions.

This is because typists are skilled workers and receive a monthly job subsidy of ten yuan.

If you can apply for this position, it is equivalent to the intensity of office work plus the salary of a worker. How can it not be in demand?
  Zhang Chenfei was at the back of the queue and watched as the people at the front of the queue entered the assessment office and came out very quickly in just three or two minutes. Another person entered and came out very quickly.

After several people were like this, a man who looked like a cadre came out of the office and shouted that those who had no typing experience could just leave.

They only recruit skilled typists here, at least typists who can get started immediately, not interns.

Soon, most of the people in the team left, leaving only a few sparse people.

"It's so interesting that you dare to sign up as a typist even if you don't know anything." The young man with a watermelon head who was even fatter than a fat man in the queue behind Zhang Chenfei smiled and bumped Zhang Chenfei's elbow and said.

"Hey, can you type?"

(End of this chapter)