Courtyard House: Starting in a Ceramics Factory

Chapter 74 Jia Dongxu passed away, and Xu Damao stole the spotlight.

After Li Feng returned to the courtyard house.

He sensed that something was amiss...

As Li Feng entered the courtyard house, he heard a series of cries.

At this moment, Li Feng remembered that He Yushui had told him yesterday that Jia Dongxu had been hit by something and then sent to the hospital.

Could it be that Jia Dongxu was not saved?

When Li Feng thought of this, he immediately went into the courtyard.

When Li Feng entered the courtyard, he found white funeral banners everywhere in front of the Jia family's gate, and Jia Zhangshi, Qin Huairu, and others were all crying and sobbing.

The Jia family is now practically in tears.

As for the other people in the courtyard, they stood outside the mourning hall discussing Jia Dongxu's affairs.

Li Feng never expected that Jia Dongxu would be gone so soon.

And it's almost Chinese New Year.

Just then, He Yushui seemed to see a somewhat bewildered Li Feng.

So she immediately went to Li Feng's side.

At this moment, she patted Li Feng's arm and then whispered to him, "..."

"What are you staring at?"

Only then did Li Feng notice that He Yushui had walked up to him at some point.

Coming to his senses, Li Feng asked He Yushui in surprise.

"Jia Dongxu".

"That's all?"

Upon hearing this, He Yushui nodded in response to Li Feng.

"Um!".

"My brother said that he couldn't be saved last night."

Li Feng nodded, indicating that he understood.

At this moment, Li Feng asked He Yushui.

"Where's your brother?"

He Yushui was a little confused as to why Feng Ge always asked her brother, but she still answered Li Feng.

"My brother went to help."

"Not only my brother, but also an elderly man and woman went to help."

Li Feng was somewhat puzzled.

"Your brother?"

"Your brother actually went to help too?"

"He's really enthusiastic."

"That's right!"

"You said that the eldest uncle and the eldest aunt went to help, but what about the second and third uncles?"

After hearing Li Feng's question, He Yushui pointed to the Third Uncle sitting in the mourning hall, who was writing down a list.

"Isn't the Third Uncle writing down the condolence money over there?"

"It seems like every household contributed money."

Li Feng couldn't help but ask He Yushui.

"So how much did you contribute?"

He Yushui shook her head in response.

"Where would I get the money? My brother is helping out with the banquet arrangements, isn't he?"

"But I saw my brother give Uncle San five yuan."

Li Feng then asked He Yushui.

"Where are the others?"

He Yushui thought for a moment and then answered hesitantly.

"I saw some people give two dollars, and I also saw some give three dollars."

Li Feng nodded, then took out two yuan from his pocket and walked directly to the old man's side. He then slammed the two yuan onto the old man's table.

At this moment, the third uncle, who was writing the list of gifts, looked up and saw Li Feng take out two yuan. He nodded slightly to Li Feng and then spoke.

"Li Feng, two yuan in condolence money."

After the third uncle finished speaking, he wrote Li Feng's name into the list of gifts and money.

Yan Bugui's voice did not cause any discussion.

After all, everyone else is only giving two or three yuan.

So this is quite normal.

And this is also normal etiquette.

Li Feng, even in matters like this, would follow proper etiquette.

After giving the money, Li Feng prepared to go home.

At this moment, He Yushui pulled Li Feng aside and said.

"Brother Feng!"

"You've paid the money, aren't you going to eat at the banquet?"

Li Feng was stunned.

Only then did he remember. It was true that a funeral usually involved a feast.

Even though I had already eaten at the factory.

Li Feng thought to himself that he had given two yuan, so it wouldn't hurt to eat something.

So Li Feng and He Yushui waited together for the banquet.

He Yushui didn't feel anything about Jia Dongxu's death.

Perhaps that's why He Yushui and Jia Dongxu didn't talk much.

As for the other people in the hospital, they felt sorry about Jia Dongxu's death.

At that moment, Li Feng heard someone say something.

"Now that Jia Dongxu is dead, what will happen to the orphans and widows of the Jia family?"

"It seems Qin Huairu is pregnant, isn't she?"

"yes!".

"Qin Huairu's belly still seems quite big."

Then someone else said...

"Now that Jia Dongxu is dead, what will his family eat?"

"There's no able-bodied person in their family right now."

As they were talking, a worker from a steel rolling mill spoke up to them.

"I heard that yesterday, Deputy Factory Director Li promised that Qin Huairu would cover Jia Dongxu's shift."

"If that's the case, they won't starve to death."

At this moment, someone asked in surprise.

"Is it real or fake?"

"Did Deputy Factory Director Li go too?"

Just as the man was wondering, his second uncle, Liu Haizhong, suddenly spoke up.

"It's true."

"I, Uncle Yi, Uncle San, and I all heard Deputy Factory Director Li promise that Qin Huairu would take over Jia Dongxu's job."

Li Feng only realized this when he heard this.

Qin Huairu is now able to work at the steel rolling mill.

However, most state-owned enterprises now have the rule of having someone cover for them during shifts.

Generally, it's a matter of retreating one and advancing one.

The more capable ones don't need to cover shifts; they can start working first and then look for opportunities to become permanent employees.

Zhou Jianjun is an example of this; he also used the factory's external recruitment as a pretext to become a permanent employee instead of a temporary worker.

However, none of this concerns Li Feng.

After all, Li Feng didn't have time to worry about all that.

My current goal is to become a full-time employee and then a first-class worker or a ceramic art craftsman.

Li Feng had been at the ceramics factory for so long, he knew.

Ceramic painters do not have only one title; most have two.

Take Master Deng, for example. He is not only an eighth-level painter, but also a national arts and crafts master.

This is already the highest level of worker and technical professional titles.

As for Master Lin, he will be rated as an eighth-level craftsman in the next two years, and will soon be rated as a national arts and crafts master.

According to Li Feng, Master Lin is currently a level seven painter and a senior arts and crafts master in Beijing (provincial level).

of course!

Many masters also find it troublesome and do not apply for technical titles.

If they were to be evaluated, their starting point wouldn't be low.

After all, a worker's professional title can be used as material for applying for a technical professional title.

However, these things are still quite far from Li Feng's reach.

Currently, Li Feng has not yet become a formal apprentice and is far from being promoted to a first-level worker.

After all, to become a first-class worker, one has to pass the factory's assessment and become a formal apprentice. Right now, I haven't even become a formal apprentice yet, so it's too early for me to think about professional titles.

However, if you can get a promotion, your salary will also increase significantly.

For example, Wang Liu is no longer receiving an apprentice's salary, but rather the salary of a first-level worker.

Wang Liu's salary is now thirty-five yuan, unlike his own salary of only twenty-seven yuan and fifty cents.

If I were to officially become a Level 1 painter, my basic salary would be 32 yuan.

In the ceramics factory, a first-class worker who throws clay earns about three yuan more in basic wages than a first-class worker who paints.

But that's normal.

After all, most pottery throwing involves physical labor.

Just as Li Feng was thinking about these things, he suddenly heard the Third Uncle shout.

"Xu Damao, ten pieces of silk money."

When everyone heard that Xu Damao had given ten yuan, it caused a stir.

After all, that's ten yuan.

For example, a regular worker in a steel rolling mill only earns about thirty yuan a month.

This sudden offer of ten days' wages is bound to cause a sensation.
Then everyone turned their attention to Xu Damao.

(End of this chapter)