Chapter 011 Turning, milling, and planing grinding ()

"Lag, get up!"

A delicate scolding woke Lin Zhenhua up in her sleep. When she opened her eyes, she saw that Lin Fanghua was in front of her. Compared with the sleeping sister who was peacefully sleeping last night, Lin Fanghua now made Lin Zhenhua feel more familiar.

"What time is it?" Lin Zhenhua asked in a daze.

"It's half past seven."

"It's only 7:30, what's the name?" Lin Zhenhua muttered and closed his eyes again. The graduate students of Huaqing University are all members of the "Jiu San Society". They go to bed at 3:00 pm and get up at 9:00 pm. How could it disturb people's dreams at 7:30 pm.

Lin Fanghua reached out and grabbed Lin Zhenhua's ear and pulled it up. Lin Zhenhua felt so painful that he had to sit up: "I said, Miss Xiaofang, why did you ask me to get up so early?"

Lin Fanghua said annoyedly: "I said, Mr. Xiaohua, it's 7:30 now, not early. You go to work at 8 o'clock, and you can't get up now. When do you want to get up?"

When going to work? Lin Zhenhua touched his head and asked, "I haven't registered yet, what kind of work I'm going to?"

"Then why don't you report here quickly?" Lin Fanghua said.

"What's the hurry? The registration certificate says it's time to register before September 15th. Today is...August 29th, it's still early."

"You are stupid." Lin Fanghua said, "Uncle Yang said, you have to go and register quickly. Now you can get a half-month salary. And in the future, you will be considered as reporting in August. Two days later, you can only be considered as reporting in September."

What are the rules? Lin Zhenhua slandered them in his heart, but he also knew the importance. Most of the salary is good, at least it is enough to make a few meals of boiled fish for Xiaofang. I haven't thought of any way to make money yet, and I should try my best to get the money I can get.

Lin Fanghua looked quite like a housewife and had already gotten up early to cook the porridge. Lin Zhenhua drank two bowls of porridge, changed into clean clothes under the guidance of Lin Fanghua, and prepared to go to work.

"Has Xiaohua left?" Yang Chunshan appeared at Lin Zhenhua's doorstep and asked with a look.

"Uncle Yang, come in, my brother hasn't left yet." Lin Fanghua hurriedly let Yang Chunshan in.

Yang Chunshan was carrying a cloth bag in his hand. He walked into the house, took out the things in the cloth bag, and placed them on the table. Lin Zhenhua looked closely and found that it was the cigarette and wine he gave to Yang Chunshan yesterday. He had drunk one bottle of two bottles of wine yesterday, and another bottle of Yang Chunshan was brought back to him.

"Uncle Yang, what does this mean?" Lin Zhenhua asked.

Yang Chunshan whispered: "Xiaohua, you go to the factory office later and find Liang Guangping, Director Liang, who is the deputy director in charge of personnel. You report to him, and then give him the bottle of wine, and then give him five packs of cigarettes. Leave the remaining cigarettes for the workshop director, and the team leader, etc., each person has to give one pack. The master has to give two packs, and the other workers only need to distribute one or two pieces."

"This Liang..." Lin Zhenhua didn't understand for a moment.

"Liang Guangping." Lin Fanghua reminded, "He is in charge of personnel. When you were in the factory in the past, you offended him."

"Is that true?" Lin Zhenhua patted his head, as if he remembered that Liang Guangping was a coquettish deputy factory director. Once, he called Lin Zhenhua and others naughty in the factory. As a result, Lin Zhenhua and Zhao Yongqun climbed up to the roof of his house and blocked the chimney of his house, making the room full of cigarettes while cooking.

Yang Chunshan said: "In the past, children were ignorant, and Director Liang would not care about you. But the matter of division of labor was the final word for him. You can say a few polite words and give him cigarettes and wine. He would not ignore such good cigarettes and wine."

Lin Zhenhua shook his head and said, "Uncle Yang, I respect you with cigarettes and wine. How can I give a gift to both families?"

Yang Chunshan said: "I have already drunk a bottle of wine yesterday, and I have received your wishes. You can give this bottle of wine to the factory manager, which is very important to you. If the division of labor is not good, you will suffer a loss for your whole life in the future, and even your partner will be affected."

Lin Zhenhua said: "Uncle Yang, I will never give gifts to the factory manager when I say I'm going to find a partner, don't worry, I will definitely find the best girl in the world."

"Why are you a child disobedient?" Yang Chunshan was a little annoyed, "I have eaten more salt than you have eaten. I don't know yet. You are not in the army now, but in the local area, you will suffer a loss if you don't do this. If you feel that you can't hide your face, I'll give it to you. Anyway, everyone knows that you are equivalent to half of my son, so it's appropriate for me to come forward."

Why am I equivalent to half of your son? Lin Zhenhua was secretly amused in his heart. Half of his son is a son-in-law. Could it be that the old man wants to promise me the girl? Yang Xin, the same age as Xiaofang, is also sixteen years old. I took a few glances yesterday and it was indeed a bit of beauty. It should be very good to train for several years...

"Xiaohua, tell me, should you give it to me or I give it to you?" Yang Chunshan interrupted Lin Zhenhua's leisure and brought him back to reality in an instant.

"Not giving it." Lin Zhenhua said. He went to Lin Fanghua's house to get a pen and wrote on the label of the wine bottle without saying a word, "Dedicated to the beloved Uncle Yang Chunshan, whoever drinks the rest is a bastard." After writing, he put the pen and smiled and said to Yang Chunshan: "Uncle Yang, look, who dares to drink it?"

"You..." Yang Chunshan was so angry that he couldn't get angry, but he couldn't have an attack. The child insisted on giving him the wine, and he was kind enough, so what else could he say. He stomped his feet in anger and turned around and left.

"Xiaofang, you can send the cigarettes and wine to Uncle Yang later." Lin Zhenhua said, "I'm reporting."

"Brother, it's okay if you don't give me anything. Please say a few good things to Director Liang and ask him to give you a good job." Lin Fanghua chased after him and reminded him.

Lin Zhenhua came to the factory staggeringly. Many people in the agency knew him and called his nicknames one by one, so he had to call his uncles and aunts one by one and accompany him out countless smiling faces.

Liang Guangping's office is on the second floor. Lin Zhenhua came to the door of the office and saw a middle-aged man with a bald head on his head in the room was pouring several pots of flowers on the windowsill, looking very happy. Lin Zhenhua recognized that he was Liang Guangping. Compared with two years ago, his appearance has not changed much, but his hair has been less.

"Hello, Director Liang." Lin Zhenhua stood at the door and said respectfully. He did not have much respect for Liang Guangping, but just because of a polite habit.

Liang Guangping turned around, looked at Lin Zhenhua, and nodded: "Oh, aren't you a child of the old Lin family? Call me..."

"My name is Lin Zhenhua."

"Oh, yes, Lin Zhenhua." Liang Guangping put down the watering can for watering flowers, walked up, reached out to hold Lin Zhenhua for a moment, then returned to his seat to sit down, pointed to the chair next to him, signaled to Lin Zhenhua to sit down, and continued: "The Labor and Capital Department has told me that you have been discharged from the army and can go back to work in the factory according to regulations."

"Yes, Director Liang, I'm here to report today." Lin Zhenhua said carefully.

"If you report, just look for labor and capital departments." Liang Guangping said, "I mainly arrange the jobs for you. How about it, what do you think?"

"I obey the arrangement." Lin Zhenhua said. He was not saying beautiful words, but he did not value division of labor. As a time traveler, he could win millions of prizes by buying lottery tickets. Do you still care about what kind of job? By the way, in 1979, there was no lottery yet. Even if there were lottery tickets, Lin Zhenhua never memorized the winning numbers.

Liang Guangping shone Lin Zhenhua up and down, and found that he came with both hands and didn't carry anything on his body. He couldn't help but feel a little displeased. As a deputy factory manager in charge of personnel, he could decide the location and salary of many people, so both workers and cadres in the factory respect him very much. Not to mention bribing him for anything, even if he had nothing to do on weekdays, he had to hand him a cigarette or something. This was the first time he had seen someone like him who was facing division of labor but didn't carry anything.

"You graduated from junior high school before you joined the army, but it seems that there was still some difficulty in getting a diploma at that time. It was done by Mr. Su, the elder of the Ministry of Armed Forces, who helped you?" Liang Guangping said as if he was a family man.

"Uh, it seems like that." Lin Zhenhua replied. This is not a glorious thing after all, and he can't answer with confidence. However, his words became a complete verbal slut in Liang Guangping's ears. How did you get your own diploma? Do you still have to "see"?

"You have been in the army for many years, so you should not have enough cultural studies, right?" Liang Guangping continued.

"It's okay, I've learned something by myself." Lin Zhenhua replied, jokingly, his predecessor was a graduate student from Huaqing University and had a strong education level.

"Self-study is a good thing. Now the Party Central Committee also advocates self-study." Liang Guangping said in an official accent, "However, the knowledge in the army is different from the knowledge in the factory. What you learn in the army will have no place to use in the factory."

"It's okay, I can continue to study by myself. Factory director, you don't have to make things difficult. I can learn any way I can." Lin Zhenhua said. When I was studying, I had metalworking internships every semester, and he really didn't know much about the work in the factory.

"Turning, milling, planing, grinding?" Liang Guangping almost laughed. Don't think that this stupid soldier is a child of the Light Industry Department. He came to the factory director with two empty hands and wanted to do the turning, milling, planing, grinding, and grinding?

"I can do electric welding, flaw detection, and tests," Lin Zhenhua unconsciously, and was still giving advice for the factory manager. The job type is really not important. Even if he hasn't learned it, with his IQ and mechanical background, what else can't be done well?

"These technicians' positions are already full." Liang Guangping interrupted Lin Zhenhua's words and could not let this fool continue to dream. "Xiaolin, you just came back from the army and need more training, so you should start with general work. This way, you go to the metalworking workshop to work as a porter."
Chapter completed!