Rebirth of the Flying Era

Du Fei had a good time and planned to go to the restaurant at the entrance of the alley to have a bite, but when he turned around, he saw a square-faced man in blue overalls approaching.

This man is about fifty years old, with a flat-shaved head, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a righteous face. He is the uncle of the middle courtyard.

In fact, the three elders in charge of the courtyard were not originally to deal with trivial matters in the neighborhood.

At the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the household registration system was not perfect. In order to prevent potential sabotage by the enemy agents, the stewards were selected from the complex courtyards, similar to the ancient Baojia system. Any abnormal personnel were found and reported immediately.

But by the 1960s, the enemy agents basically disappeared, and the stewards of the various courtyards became dispensable.

Du Fei and the uncle looked at each other, and some bad memories emerged in his mind.

The uncle did not expect to meet Du Fei, his eyes flashed with embarrassment, his cheek muscles bulged, and he called Du Fei's name.

"Master, what do you have to do?" Du Fei stood there with no expression on his face.

The uncle came to the front, saw no one was around, and lowered his voice: "I said that thing yesterday, is it okay, can you tell me? Director Sun will come tonight."

Du Fei was half a head taller than the old man, and the two looked at each other, slightly condescending.

Although the original owner has good grades in studies, but his temperament is soft, facing the big man, he must keep his head low, not only his eyes will hang down, but also his back will be slightly respectful.

Today, however, the uncle obviously noticed something different.

The two looked at each other silently for two seconds, and Du Fei said lightly: "Is it okay, we'll talk about it when we come." After saying that, he turned around and left.

The uncle opened his mouth, wanting to say something else.

But a half-grown man carrying a bottle of soy sauce broke out from the courtyard. It was Yan Tiekuang, the third son of the third master's family.

"Yo, uncle, you are off work." Yan Tiekuang yelled and ran away.

When Yan Tiekuang ran away, Du Fei had already walked seven or eight meters away, so the uncle had no choice but to walk into the courtyard with a sullen face.

Du Fei left the alley, walked along the main street for more than ten minutes, and came to the intersection in front of Nanluo Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

There is a restaurant next to the intersection, although it is small in scale, it is officially run by the state.

Du Fei pushed open the door, raised the heavy cotton curtain, and a gust of hot air rushed towards his face.

Glanced inside the hotel.

Even for dinner at night, there are only three tables of guests. After all, in this day and age, there are really not many people who are willing to eat out.

Du Fei found a table near the stove and sat down.

A waiter who was not tall but tall and thick came over with his mouth curled up and asked, "What would you like to eat?"

Du Fei glanced at the menu written with a brush on the wall, and the slogan next to it, "Strictly prohibit scolding and scolding customers", and quickly ordered a soft sliced ​​pork and a large bowl of rice.

"Sixty cents, two taels for food stamps, and one tael for meat tickets." The waiter quickly pulled out a list and put it on the table.

Du Fei paid the money, and while waiting for the food to be served, he recalled the matter that the uncle mentioned just now.

Just last night, the uncle found the original owner alone, began to ask about his health, then made insinuations, and finally asked the original owner to give up the place to take over the factory to a man named Sun Qiang.

This Sun Qiang is the son of Director Sun of the first workshop of the rolling mill where the uncle works!

The original owner never dreamed that the highly respected uncle in the courtyard would help outsiders rob him of his job after his father's death!

He was also shy and gave the reason high-sounding.

It is said that the work in the rolling mill workshop is heavy, and his body is too weak to bear it at all. He also said that Director Sun would help him find a job in the street office, and he would sit in the office every day without having to go to the workshop, which was very easy.

In the end, there was even a veiled threat that if he dared to be disobedient, even if he took over and entered the factory, there would be no good fruit to eat.

The original owner had just recovered from a serious illness and was soft-tempered, but the more he thought about it afterwards, the more aggrieved he felt, and he fainted, and when he woke up, he became Du Fei...

In four or five minutes, the waiter brought the food.

The freshly steamed white rice is steaming, and there is a large bowl. If you change it to an ordinary rice bowl, it can hold at least three bowls.

The soft meat slices next to it are also full of weight. The meat slices are all lean meat, with starch caught, and the taste is very tender.

This era is not like the later generations. Nowadays, people don’t have much oil in their stomachs. Fat meat is the best meat. The thicker the fat, the better the pork. There is almost no fat in the fried meat slices in restaurants.

The mushrooms, fungus, and carrots in the side dishes are also just right.

Only the seasoning is a bit salty, but it is quite good for rice.

Du Fei was also extremely hungry, so he shook off his cheeks and started working directly.

Three times, five times and two times, half a bowl of rice was eaten, and when I was six to seven times full, I slowed down and started to eat while continuing to think.

After all, the original owner was a student in his teens with basically zero social experience.

There is no relative or elder around who can give advice.

Facing the sudden coercion of Director Sun and the uncle, there was nothing he could do except anger and helplessness.

But if it was Du Fei, he had worked in the society for more than ten years before he was reborn, and he had already become an old fritter.

He thought very clearly that according to the current succession system, as long as he doesn't let go, neither the uncle nor Director Sun can take his succession quota by force.

But... and then!

The old man was right in saying something.

Even if he is under the pressure and takes over in the rolling mill, he will definitely have no good fruit.

At that time, it was Sun Wukong who entered the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun, and Director Sun, who was furious, had a hundred ways to concoct him.

The only thing that Du Fei couldn't figure out was why the uncle helped Director Sun to be the vanguard.

There are more than 10,000 people in the Red Star Rolling Mill, and the uncle is the only two eighth-level workers. He has face in front of several factory managers and deputy factory managers. Although Director Sun is the director of the first workshop and the immediate boss of the uncle, he never has such a great ability to order the uncle casually.

After more than half an hour, Du Fei returned to the courtyard.

He originally wanted to go to the supply and marketing cooperative across the street after dinner, who knew that they got off work on schedule, and would have closed by the time he came out.

Du Fei was walking towards the courtyard when a white and half-grown boy ran out of the courtyard with two little girls.

The three children belonged to Widow Qin's family.

Du Fei stood on the steps, watching the three children run away.

Different from the yellow and thin faces of most children in this era, the three children of Widow Qin's family have round faces and clean clothes.

Du Fei wiped his body and was about to continue walking in.

By coincidence, a figure bumped into him.

"oops!"

With a coquettish sound, Du Fei staggered, and the man also leaned back.

Du Fei let out an "hey" and pulled it quickly with his hands and eyes, but the two of them finally did not fall down.

Heaving a sigh of relief, he took a closer look and found that she was the eldest daughter-in-law of the third grandfather's family.

This newlywed young woman is also quite beautiful. Although her appearance is not as good as that of Qin Widow Qin's charm, her figure is not inferior.

She was in pain from the bump, and hurriedly rubbed it with her hands, with tears on her face, but it wasn't just bumped, but obviously cried earlier.

Seeing Du Fei looking at her, he couldn't help but blushed, and wiped away his tears in embarrassment, ignoring the pain in his chest, he didn't speak, and walked away sullenly.

Looking at her, Du Fei knew without thinking that he had quarreled with the boss of the Yan family.

As the old saying goes, everything goes bad for poor and lowly couples.

The third master is nicknamed Lao Kou, he is the one who spends a penny in two halves.

This little daughter-in-law got married, and she didn't have a job. The old man was a temporary worker, and his monthly salary was only a dozen yuan. In addition to half of it being handed over to the family, he had to pay for food, riding a bicycle, and using a flashlight. It's no wonder that I can live comfortably.