Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

Yang Ligong, his face contorted with rage as he pulled on the rope, was truly using every ounce of strength he had.

At that moment, a series of cloyingly sweet cheers rang out from the side:

"Keep it up, Director Yang!"

"Keep it up, Deputy Factory Director Wu!"

"Keep it up, Deputy Factory Director Zhang!"

The seven or eight women were the secretaries of the leadership team.

Seeing this, Yang Ligong's body, which had been somewhat exhausted, once again surged with boundless power.

The others were the same; they were all as energetic as if they'd been injected with chicken blood.

On the other side, in the first workshop of fitters, Jia Dongxu was slacking off when the sudden burst of strength from the supervisor's team pulled him back, causing him to stumble. In his panic, he cried out in alarm:

"Damn, aren't the leaders supposed to be a bunch of useless idiots? Where did they get such strength?"

Jia Dongxu's voice was so loud that it drowned out all the cheers and shouts.

The leadership team turned so dark they could have eaten someone alive when they heard that.

What do you mean we're all a bunch of useless trash?

Who the hell said that?

After we finish the tug-of-war, we'll get on with the other stuff.

"Old Yang, didn't you say you were going to confess? Why is it taking so much effort?" Li Huaide couldn't help but ask.

Yang Ligong wasn't sure either: "It's probably just an act; it should be fine in a bit."

Li Huaide didn't say anything. He was still strong. Just kidding, he was in his prime. Even Sha Zhu wouldn't be a match for him.

In the original story, Sha Zhu beat him up back in 1965, so he was long past his prime.

Try letting Sha Zhu be naughty right now, and he'll be taken down in no time.

Upon hearing Jia Dongxu's words, everyone in the first fitter workshop turned green.

They might say the leaders are useless, but that's just something they discuss in private. It's not good for you, Jia Dongxu, to say it out loud; they might all suffer the consequences.

Li Jiuzhou looked at Jia Dongxu and wanted to laugh. This idiot was just as talented as his mother.

Yi Zhonghai spoke up:

"Stop babbling, just take it down in one go, what are the leaders afraid of?"

"One, two, one, two, one, two."

After the shouts were given, everyone worked together and swiftly took down the leadership team.

Seeing this, Li Jiuzhou immediately blew his whistle:

"Beep."

"The competition is over, the fitter's workshop 1 has won."

Yang Ligong and other leaders lost, but forced smiles because reporters were present.

Even in defeat, there is honor; it is good that we actively participated.

Yang Ligong remembered this incident and planned to cause trouble for Yi Zhonghai later.

The competition is over for today. There's a movie to watch tonight, organized by the factory.

Only factory workers and their families were allowed to come to watch the movie.

After all, safety is more important. Also, if there were no restrictions on the number of people watching movies, the steel rolling mill would be overcrowded.

If something goes wrong, the factory leaders will be in deep trouble.

Anyway, we're not short of watching a movie; sometimes the neighborhood committee organizes movie screenings.

Of course, very few people would skip a movie; they'd watch it whenever they had the chance, and why wouldn't they watch something that's free?

What?

You have to pay to watch a movie?

Go to hell!

Open-air cinemas also create a great atmosphere.

Li Jiuzhou came to see it with his wife and children.

Sha Zhu brought Qin Huairu, who was nine months pregnant, along with her mother-in-law.

She was no longer at work at this time. Sha Zhu asked his senior brother Li Jiuzhou for leave so that his wife could stay home and rest during her pregnancy. At the same time, he also brought his mother-in-law from Changping over.

The father-in-law, worried that Sha Zhu would be left without help, didn't hesitate and simply tossed him a hundred yuan.

Qin Dashan verbally refused, and he really wanted to refuse, but he couldn't because his son-in-law was angry.

When Sha Zhu saw that his father-in-law absolutely refused to accept the money, in desperation he uttered a harsh threat:

"Dad, if you don't take it back, I'll beat you!"

What could Qin Dashan do but accept it?

If the son-in-law beats himself for not accepting money, the villagers around the area will laugh him to death.

But I can live a carefree life when my wife isn't around; with this hundred yuan, I could get several wives.

But before he could even enjoy the money, his wife turned around and took it away, leaving him with ten yuan for emergencies.

In the words of Qin Huairu's mother, "What money do men keep on them? If they have money, they'll gamble it away or go whoring, and in the end, they won't have a penny left."

The movie showing tonight is called "The Story of Liubao," a very popular film this year.

Xu Damao gave a lengthy presentation from the high platform.

This was a vibrant era; all the movies were red-themed, and there wasn't a single flaw to be found.

Li Jiuzhou didn't even bother to watch it, because he really hadn't seen it before.

In his past life, the most famous group outdoor movies he watched as a child were either "Hands Up" or "Clever Escape." He really didn't know about the older movies, and they were outdated.

The movie ended after two screenings.

The second day was another tug-of-war competition, interspersed with events such as picking up glass marbles with chopsticks and blindfolded gong-banging.

The prize for picking up fifteen glass marbles within the allotted time is a pound of pork belly.

Blindfolded, spin around ten times from fifteen meters away, then walk around with drumsticks and gongs.

This is a bit difficult; many people go off course after completing ten laps.

If this project is completed, the reward will be two pounds of top-quality pork belly.

Real benefits, all based on merit.

The number of reporters from the Kyoto Daily increased from five on the first day to twenty-five on the second day.

Guests are always welcome, and although the steel mill knew some people came to eat and take things, it wasn't stingy.

You've taken the stuff, so you'd better write a good report, or you'll be in big trouble.

In short, the entire factory was filled with joy.

Because it was their first time participating in such an event, they were really happy.

At the same time, I sincerely thank the person who came up with the idea; yes, it's our protagonist, Li Jiuzhou.

Li Jiuzhou had played with these things before; the inspiration came from Children's Day.

These were the activities he used to play when he was still able to celebrate Children's Day.

The school also gave out candy and cookies, so it was a very happy day for the children. Children's Day is the happiest day of the year for them.

The tug-of-war competition finally came to an end, and the brothers from the forging workshop won the overall championship!

Deserved!

No one objected, and there was no shady dealing involved; the reporters who came to take photos all secretly agreed.

This is what a tug-of-war should be like! If the forging team doesn't win the championship, is there any justice or law left?

The canteen team, led by squad leader He Yuzhu, won third place.

The fitter workshop team won the runner-up title.

The top three teams all received generous rewards, and the entire factory received consolation prizes, leaving no worker behind.

The tug-of-war competition at Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill was a complete success, and on the third day, it made the front page of the Kyoto Daily News.

Li Jiuzhou was sitting in the center position, clearly the referee.

The reporter's writing was vivid, providing a detailed account of the tug-of-war competition at the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill.

Ordinary people watch the spectacle, while those in power understand the intricacies.

It was obvious that Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill was not putting on a show; when the leaders went on the tug-of-war, they were defeated without a single point.

One leader even joked, "It seems our cadres still need to exercise more."

His words were actually complimentary; he was genuinely happy.