Siheyuan: Rebirth of a comfortable life starts with Shazhu

Chapter 777 Study, Study

With a higher level and being a foreign trade unit, its supporting facilities are more complete than those of other units.

For example, the foreign trade department arranged a canvas jeep and a small foreign car for us.

Although they are all things from before the liberation, they are still quite sturdy and at least they can be driven.

There are also staff members around the leaders, who are actually secretaries.

But He Yuzhu didn't ask for any of them. He still rode his bicycle to and from get off work every day. He also made a rule that he was not allowed to use the bicycle except for official business.

The clerks assigned by the higher-ups were also sent by He Yuzhu to the big office to do specific work.

The only treatment I accepted was a telephone installed in my home. This was something I couldn't refuse as it would definitely come in handy for work.

To outsiders, He Yuzhu is a man of high moral character.

Only He Yuzhu himself knew that although his promotion seemed to be just a decoration to others, there were still many people who were jealous.

So you still have to hide when you need to.

Naturally, Lao Wen is still in charge of the factory affairs.

For the time being, He Yuzhu has really become a human-shaped stamp.

He can be said to be the most undignified factory manager in Nanluoguxiang.

He Yuzhu is willing to do this even if it is dangerous.

How can I put this thing down? He didn't seek appearances, and every day when he went to the factory, he would just do some small things.

For example, being late or leaving early, and job hygiene issues.

But on the other hand, he also carefully observed how Lao Wen usually arranged work in the factory.

He Yuzhu has no talent in this area, so he can only learn as much as he can.

In fact, after seeing it so many times, it is just that simple: put the right people in the right positions, set goals, reward the good and punish the bad, and encourage responsibility, that's all.

A writing desk, two people facing each other, and two heads, one big and one small.

The one with the big head was He Yuzhu. He was holding a book and nodding his head rhythmically.

The little head opposite, holding her chin with both hands, looked at He Yuzhu with a confused expression on her face. She jumped off the table, ran to He Yuzhu and poked He Yuzhu's waist.

He Yuzhu suddenly woke up. He wiped the corner of his mouth casually and looked down when he heard the movement from his waist.

He Yuzhu was confused and asked: "Yuanyuan, have you finished writing?"

Now the school has begun to gradually increase the burden on He Yuan and others.

When I get home, I ask them to copy the numbers several times, sometimes with a few pinyin.

So at the request of little He Yuan.

He Yuzhu turned the house where Yu Shui used to live into a study, and accompanied his daughter to study every day.

He Yuan rolled her eyes at He Yuzhu and said, "Dad, can you go back to your room if you want to sleep?
You're making me want to sleep, too."

He Yuan imitated He Yuzhu's dozing off manner, which made He Yuzhu's face blush.

Of course, He Yuzhu refused to admit defeat. He looked at the homework book spread out by the girl opposite him, which was still clean.

He Yuzhu sighed and said, "My daughter, Dad has finished his studies and is waiting for you!
From one to ten, your teacher asked you to copy five times, where did you finish? "

Now it was He Yuan's turn to avoid looking. She stammered and ran back to her side, climbing onto the stool by stepping on the horizontal bar.

He snorted at He Yuzhu: "It's all your fault, Dad. If you hadn't dozed off just now, I would have finished writing it long ago."

He Yuzhu raised his wrist to check the time. Difficult times always pass slowly.

He Yuzhu felt like he had slept for a long time, but when he looked at the time, only forty minutes had passed.

During this time, He Yuzhu even turned two pages of the book.

He Yuzhu sighed again and said, "So, you just watched Dad doze off for half an hour?"

"No way! I even drew a little duck!" He Yuan pulled out a piece of paper from under the notebook.

There is not just one, but several digital ducks on it.

That is to say, write the number "2" and then add a few strokes.

He Yuzhu smiled and said: "Our Yuanyuan is really great, the duck she drew is so lifelike.

All right, let's put the duck aside and finish writing the characters first, okay?" "Yes!" He Yuan agreed readily and began to write the characters carefully, stroke by stroke.

He Yuzhu had long known that his eldest daughter might be like him, not a promising student.

According to the teacher, he is also the type who likes to be absent-minded in class.

It's not that bad, but it's not excellent after all.

But He Yuzhu did not have the impatience that parents in later generations had.

After all, whether she studies well or not, she is still his daughter. As long as she grows up happily, that's all.

Nowadays, there is no diploma anxiety like in later generations.

Even if she only knows how to wash clothes and cook, with the He family's current financial situation, there is no need to worry that she will starve to death in the future if she can't get married.

Besides, He Yuan just doesn’t like studying and is quite interested in other things.

For example, whenever He Yuan saw comic books and picture books on the street, she would ask adults to buy them for her.

There are already twenty or thirty books in her small bedroom.

This is the bedtime story that He Yuan must listen to before going to sleep every day.

Usually He Yuzhu would hold the girl in his arms, and read to her whichever page the little girl turned to.

Sometimes the father and daughter even role-play.

For example, when it comes to the part where Wu Song fights the tiger, He Yuzhu must play the role of the tiger.

Unfortunately, He Yuan is not Wu Song either.
Every time the father and daughter made too much noise, Liu Ting would clean them up.

Being scolded is certain.

Sometimes He Yuzhu would get whipped a few times,

According to what Liu Ting said, she couldn't bear to beat her daughter, so she could only teach He Yuzhu a lesson.

He Yuzhu is the chicken that is killed to scare the monkeys.

Even though we get punished in various ways, we still have to play, have fun, live each day to the fullest and cherish it.

When it comes to doing homework, He Yuan is still very fast.

There are ten numbers in total, five times, which is fifty numbers.

Done in ten minutes.

He Yuan wrote it seriously at the beginning, but the numbers that came later were a bit like cultivating immortals.

The antelope hangs its horns, floating and undulating, but not a single word has bones.

After finishing writing, He Yuan asked He Yuzhu to check it.

He Yuzhu laughed and said, "My daughter's handwriting is so beautiful that it flies!"

He Yuan didn't understand the meaning of this stuff, and she thought He Yuzhu was really praising her good writing!
She threw herself on He Yuzhu and looked at him eagerly. The meaning was very clear: she was tired of writing and asked He Yuzhu to carry her to the main house.

He Yuzhu smiled and said: "We still have work to do!

Dad has to put the book I'm reading back to its place,

What should Yuanyuan do? "

"Put your homework book back in your schoolbag!"

"What a clever, good boy!"

He Yuzhu's praise for He Yuan was free of charge.

This year is not so bad, but in the second grade, if your handwriting is not neat, the teacher will slap your palm.

But He Yuzhu was not going to get nervous right now, nor did he plan to remind He Yuan.

Just smoke it anyway!

A childhood without beatings is incomplete.

When the father and daughter finished washing up, He Yuzhu hugged his daughter and ran into her little room. He threw her onto the soft little bed and said with a smile, "Daughter, what story do you want to hear today?"

(End of this chapter)