Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

Not only Yang Ligong, but all members of their leadership team had no shortage of living expenses receipts.

They'll give them extra; besides what's planned, the rest will be distributed among them as a perk.

Not only the leadership team, but all employees at the deputy section chief level and above in the factory received some benefits documented in receipts.

Just look at the bicycles in the factory and you'll know. Every leader at the deputy section chief level or above has a bicycle. Where did they come from?

They were all given to them by the factory, and most of the workshop foremen and directors also had bicycles; they were all distributed as welfare benefits.

To become a leader with real power, money is the least important thing, but it is absolutely indispensable.

Those at higher levels understand this, so what they give out won't be made public.

To make progress, personal ability alone is not enough; you also need the hard work of your subordinates.

Wouldn't Li Huaide's father-in-law bestow favors upon his subordinates?

The answer is yes, but where does it come from?

It was given to us from above, of course.

Li Huaide understood this principle even better, which is why he was very generous to his subordinates.

A leader who rewards merit and doesn't necessarily correct mistakes will attract more people to follow him.

Li Huaide is a bit too obvious as a leader; he's very protective of his own, and his father-in-law has criticized him quite a bit.

He should be careful not to be too protective of his own, otherwise he might be implicated if his subordinates make mistakes in the future.

Li Huaide naturally understood this principle, but having never suffered a loss before, he didn't take it too seriously.

Li Jiuzhou also receives some welfare subsidies on receipts every month, but he rarely distributes them to his subordinates.

Just kidding, they're all cooks, they have plenty to eat and drink, why would they give them anything? They'd only help if someone was in real trouble and begged them for help.

He wouldn't offer help proactively; he's not a saint.

Of course, he would occasionally give some to his apprentices and the silly Li Jiuzhou.

There are basically no people in his circle who are struggling financially; his neighbors in the courtyard are all middle-income families, so he doesn't need to do anything charitable.

The factory naturally had many people who were struggling financially, but their entry into the steel rolling mill showed that they were gradually changing their impoverished circumstances.

The real hardship was for families without formal employment, whose income was relatively low, but having a Beijing household registration meant they wouldn't starve.

In the fitter's workshop, the workers were working enthusiastically.

Yi Zhonghai has a lot of free time. As the deputy director of the workshop, he has supervisory authority, and he only takes action when high-end parts are needed.

When he had nothing to do, he would often walk around the workshop with his hands behind his back or give technical guidance to the workers. At these times, Yi Zhonghai liked to act as a teacher.

After all, the scope of the situation has changed. He is now a leader, so he needs to broaden his horizons and take a long-term view.

A batch of iron blocks arrived at the workshop today, and many people went to unload them. At this time, there were no forklifts, so everything was handled manually.

Unloading them from the truck onto the trolley is a delicate task; if you're accidentally hit, you're likely to suffer a serious injury.

Jia Dongxu went to unload the goods today, and good heavens, just as he walked next to the truck, a round iron block fell down.

Jia Dongxu narrowly escaped death, so anxious that he leaked two drops of urine, but his ankle was twisted and swollen to the size of a steamed bun.

The nearby workers were terrified; they couldn't even imagine the consequences if it had hit Jia Dongxu.

Yi Zhonghai was also terrified and quickly took Jia Dongxu to get treatment.

The factory doctor examined the patient and said that no bones were injured, but the patient needed to rest for a month, otherwise there would be long-term effects.

This is a safety hazard, and the factory takes it very seriously.

Furthermore, further regulations are needed; otherwise, if someone dies, the trouble will be immense.

Jia Dongxu was naturally on paid leave. This was a work injury, and the leaders were all glad that the young man ran fast. Otherwise, if he had been hit, he would have been a pile of minced meat, which would have been troublesome for the factory to deal with.

"No compensation? That's too harsh. We'll give you subsidies, your full salary, plus a 30 yuan nutrition allowance and various receipts."

Jia Dongxu was naturally happy to have such good news. The factory doctor put a cast on Jia Dongxu's ankle to prevent him from moving around and affecting his recovery.

Yi Zhonghai even asked the carpenter in the courtyard to make a pair of crutches for Jia Dongxu, since he still needed to defecate and urinate, and he wasn't paralyzed.

On the day of the accident, all the neighbors in the courtyard brought gifts to visit Jia Dongxu, the unlucky fellow.

How come he was the one who had the accident in the hospital?

I was poisoned twice and beaten once. I really didn't check the almanac before going out.

Although Jia Zhangshi felt sorry for her son, she had no complaints about the factory's handling of the situation.

You'll get your full salary after a month's rest, plus a 30 yuan allowance and various receipts.

For Jia Zhangshi, a sprained ankle was not a big deal. After all, there were some benefits too; her family didn't suffer any losses, except for having to take care of Jia Dongxu.

However, he didn't need much care and could move around with the help of crutches.

He can urinate indoors; a bucket was placed there for his convenience. But for defecating, he has to use his crutches to go to the outhouse himself.

That noon, Jia Zhangshi cooked a stewed chicken. The oil floating on the soup looked so appetizing.

Jia Zhangshi and Tong Jie didn't eat much of the stalks; most of them ended up in Jia Dongxu's stomach, since it was made to nourish him.

After finishing his meal, Jia Dongxu took his son for a nap.

In the afternoon, Jia Dongxu woke up from his sleep with a churning stomach. Without thinking much about it, he got up, put on his shoes, grabbed some toilet paper, and, leaning on his crutch, rushed to the outhouse.

Those who know, know: when you have diarrhea, you need to take deep breaths, you can't exert too much force when walking, and you also need to clench your buttocks, otherwise you'll easily lose your energy.

But Jia Dongxu needed to use his crutches and exert force, so he didn't have time to clench his buttocks.

Before he even left the Intermediate People's Court, he felt like he was going to die; his face turned deathly pale.

Finally, unable to hold it in any longer, he turned around and tried to go back inside to avoid soiling his pants, thinking he might as well just relieve himself in the toilet.

So I took two more steps back, and just as I reached my front door, I couldn't hold it in any longer and muttered to myself:

"Damn it, it's too late..."

With no one around, he steeled himself, pulled down his pants, and squatted down in the corner of his own house...

With a series of crackling sounds, Jia Dongxu revealed a blissful expression, his climaxing was incredibly satisfying!

Just then, Madam Jia Zhang was walking back from the front yard with her grandson when she saw her son hiding in the corner of her house to defecate, and she was dumbfounded.

"Dongxu, what are you doing? Why are you pulling on your own wall?" Jia Zhangshi's voice was loud, immediately attracting the attention of the old women chatting in the front yard.

Jia Dongxu really wanted to die at that moment. He was so ashamed that he wanted to disappear, but what could he do? It was too late!

A group of old women saw Jia Dongxu defecating in the corner of their own wall, but instead of running away, they watched with great interest.

They even made jokes:

"Oh my, you know what, Dongxu's butt is quite white and tender."

Jia Zhangshi naturally knew she had gotten herself into trouble, so she chased away the group of old women.

Jia Dongxu was numb; since he was already squatting down, he might as well finish pooping.

So after squatting for a while, he wiped his bottom and went back to his room.

Tong Jie and Jia Zhangshi were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

Tong Jie was a clever woman, and she said to Jia Zhangshi:

"Mom, I'm taking some corn stalks to buy groceries. Could you take care of them?"

Madam Jia opened her mouth but didn't refute it; it was her own son, so she could only help him deal with it.

It's easy to deal with; just cover it with some wood ash from the stove and then remove it.