Traveling back to 1952, starting a comeback from a relief station

Steel rolling mill.

Fitter Group, Workshop 2.

Yi Zhonghai looked at the parts that had been handled incorrectly again, stared at Jia Dongxu who was yawning, and said irritably:

"Dongxu, what are you doing? Are you sleepwalking?"

"Why were two workpieces processed incorrectly in a row?"

"The skills assessment is just around the corner, and with this kind of performance and skill level, even if I wanted to apply for a raise for you, there's no reason for it!"

Jia Dongxu forcibly suppressed the yawn that was about to come out, his eyes turning red from holding it in.

He complained with a sullen expression:

"Master, I didn't want to either!"

"It's all my mom's fault."

Last night, she suddenly forced me to write in my diary.

"It's not acceptable if it's not well-written. I haven't written anything in years. I can't even write my own name properly, how am I supposed to write a diary?"

"I tossed and turned all night and didn't get any sleep at all."

He knew perfectly well what his mother was up to—she was simply envious of Wang Anping's article and the three hundred yuan she earned, and wanted him to learn to write articles and earn money as well.

Doesn't he feel envious?

But you have to be able to write it down first!

I just coasted through my school days, barely knowing a handful of characters, let alone being able to write articles.

But his mother didn't care.

I forced myself to write.

He also threatened him, saying that he had already spoken with Wang Anping and that Wang Anping should discipline him properly.

If he disobeyed, Wang Anping could beat and scold him at will.

Jia Dongxu was depressed, feeling incredibly wronged!

Yi Zhonghai frowned slightly.

He was naturally aware of what had happened in the courtyard.

However, he couldn't say much about it. Besides, he needed to properly nurture Jia Dongxu for his own retirement, so he naturally had to speak up for Jia Zhangshi.

"And don't complain about your mother either."

Yi Zhonghai's tone softened somewhat, and he spoke earnestly,

"Your mother is doing this for your own good. It's not a bad thing to learn more words and knowledge."

"You're still young, it's the time for you to learn. Putting in more effort is never a bad thing. Don't just laze around all day."

the other side.

Qin Huairu also has her own little troubles.

After arriving at work in the morning, Qin Huairu chatted with people while working, but her eyes kept glancing at the cloth bag she had brought, looking absent-minded.

The female workers in the same group chatted about some private matters.

I've heard these things before.

Qin Huairu listened intently, pretending not to care.

But today, hearing these things again, she had no interest whatsoever, and felt secretly annoyed—why didn't anyone take the initiative to ask about her man?

I was a little embarrassed before.

But if you don't mention it today, how can I brag to you about my man?

But she was shy and embarrassed to speak up, and couldn't bring herself to brag like, "How did you know my man got 300 yuan for publishing an article?"

Qin Huairu:

"Sister San Niu, how's that person in your courtyard who's preparing for the college entrance exam doing?"

Zhao Sanniu:

"I gave up long ago. That kid has to count on his fingers to add more than ten to his teens. He's not cut out for studying at all. It's a complete waste of time for him."

Qin Huairu persevered:

"Sister Zhou, your son is in elementary school, right? Has he mentioned a magazine called 'Elementary School Teacher'?"

Sister Zhou:

No, not at all.

Qin Huairu was dumbfounded: Why can't we continue this conversation?

She kept throwing out questions, trying to steer the conversation toward Wang Anping, unaware of the strange winks and glances exchanged between her coworkers as she racked her brains.

In the end, Zhao Sanniu couldn't hold back any longer.

He laughed and said:

"Huai Ru, stop holding it in!"

"If you want to praise your man, just do it openly. Why are you being shy?"

"Isn't it uncomfortable to hold it in like this?"

Qin Huairu was stunned, her face instantly turning bright red. She then realized that everyone had seen through her little trick and that they had been teasing her the whole time.

Her master, Sister Hua, also laughed and joked:

"Alright, alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. Hurry up and tell everyone, what's the deal with your man publishing that article? Did he really get 300 yuan in royalties?"

"It spread throughout the factory very early in the morning."

Qin Huairu's shyness vanished instantly, replaced by a surge of pride.

He hurriedly pulled a copy of "Primary School Teacher" magazine from his cloth bag, handed it to everyone, and said with great enthusiasm:

"Look, this is the article written by Brother Anping. I heard there's some kind of serialization going on. This is just a part; the rest will be printed in later books..."

Qin Huairu's words elicited gasps of surprise from her coworkers.

They crowded around to look through the magazine, their voices full of envy.

"My goodness, Huai Ru, your man is amazing!"

"Not only is he handsome and physically fit, but he can also write well; he's truly a man of both literary and martial talents!"

"Three hundred yuan in royalties is equivalent to a year's salary for us, amazing!"

They all started to wonder if they should break the previous rule and take Wang Anping to see the melons when he came to the factory to see Qin Huairu next time.

I got off work in the afternoon.

The thought of being forced to write a diary by his mother when he got home made Jia Dongxu feel dreadful, so instead of going straight home, he strolled around the city center.

He didn't come out entirely because he was in a bad mood.

In early spring, as the weather gradually warms up, the girls on the street take off their bulky cotton-padded coats and put on light spring clothes. Occasionally, you can see a few who are not afraid of the cold, wearing dresses, their slender figures particularly eye-catching.

For a young man like Jia Dongxu.

Going out for a stroll and looking at girls can be a delightful experience.

As I was aimlessly wandering the streets, a gentle female voice suddenly came from beside me, carrying a hint of inquiry:

"Excuse me, comrade, how do I get to Beihai Park?"

Nineteen years of life.

This was the first time Jia Dongxu had encountered a girl who greeted him not because of work, and she was also quite good-looking.

That instant.

Jia Dongxu felt that spring had arrived for him.

The girl with braided pigtails, seeing him staring intently at her, spoke up confidently:

"I just arrived in Beijing to stay with relatives. I'd like to see where there are fun places to visit. I've heard that Beihai Park is nice, so I'd like to ask for directions."

"By the way, are you from Beijing? Do you know any fun places to go?"

"Any places you would recommend?"

Jia Dongxu then came to his senses.

My heart was pounding with excitement, and I quickly said:

"That's right!"

"We're true-blue Beijingers!"

"We're the capital here, there are so many fun places to go, nothing else can compare."

"The Forbidden City, the Temple of Heaven, the Cultural Palace, and Beihai Park, which you mentioned, are all interesting places..."

He tried hard to impress her, rattling off all the places he had heard of and visited, and deliberately leaving himself open to chat with the girl a bit more.

The girl listened attentively, occasionally asking questions out of curiosity.

The two became increasingly animated as they chatted.

Seeing that the girl often covered her mouth and giggled when he teased her, Jia Dongxu's mind suddenly became active.

He squeezed his pocket.

He said through gritted teeth:

Have you had dinner yet? My treat.

The girl named Chen Ting was stunned for a moment, then a blush spread across her face.