"F * ck, this TV series has a bad outlook on life. What the hell is Qin Huairu? He almost made He Yuzhu lose her family!”
Yi Yongqing, who had just finished watching " Love in the Courtyard ", laughed in anger. Yi Yongqing was 18 years old and had just entered his first year of university. He did not have a girlfriend. He felt that it was not worth it for Silly Zhu.
No, his thoughts were too unclear. He had to comment on it.
Yi Yongqing opened the webpage and searched Douban (Love filled the courtyard), intending to see what everyone thought.
There were many people who watched this drama. Some said it was good, while others said it was bad. There was quite a lot of controversy.
"This lousy TV series has over 300,000 ratings, and it can even get a high score of 8.1. It's f * cking ridiculous, okay!”
Yi Yongqing muttered to himself. After reading some of the comments, he went to Tieba and clicked on the latest post with the most comments.
The title was " Disdainful of those who say that this drama has improper values, a small discussion."
It was filled with words defending Qin Huiru. Some even said that Qin Huiru had given Silly Zhu warmth. Emotional warmth surpassed everything else, which made Yi Yongqing furious.
"If you were Silly Zhu, would you marry a widow with three children and a mother-in-law? If she doesn't give birth to your children, you'll think that she's helping you. She'll always put her three children above you and eat them up until you're done!”
Yi Yongqing couldn't hold it in anymore and typed out replies. As for what he meant by pulling strings, it was only what Yi Yongqing had seen in other comments.
Many people supported Yi Yongqing, but it took them a long time to see the OP's reply.
"You weren't born in that era. From Qin Huairu's point of view, what's wrong with her being a child? If she didn't treat Silly Zhu well, would Silly Zhu like her so much?”
Yi Yongqing saw that the OP didn't answer directly and laughed angrily,""If I were in that era, I would never marry such a selfish woman like Qin Huairu!”
……
July, 1961. Outside Dongzhimen, in a state-owned food factory.
Yi Yongqing was silently doing the baking work.
He had inexplicably come to this world and this era, inexplicably turned into a 12-year-old boy, and inexplicably was adopted by Yi Zhonghai, the eldest son of He Yuzhu's courtyard house.
It had been six years.
Yi Yongqing had been working in a food processing factory for half a year now.
As a new batch of bread came out of the oven, a crisp notification sounded in Yi Yongqing's mind.
[Ding-dong:(Cooking) Western pastry lvl 4. EXP: 9999/9999. EXP maxed out. Upgrade to lvl 5. EXP: 0/99999.]”
"Mission accomplished!"
"Western pastry experience points increased by 1000. Current 1000/99999.”
"Reward: 100 points, one lucky draw ticket (95% for small amounts of food, 4% for daily necessities, 1% for special items). A cream grape cake!"
The experience of making the cream grape cake directly turned into a thought and fused into Yi Yongqing's mind. Soon, Yi Yongqing came back to his senses and instantly grasped the method and experience of making the cream grape cake.
Although he had come to this world inexplicably, it was a good thing that the heavens had treated him well. He was born with a good appearance and had the system with him. Yi Yongqing did not feel wronged.
"Phew, I've finally reached Level 5!”
"But this lottery is too much! With a probability of 95, it would probably be 1 jin of white flour or 1 jin of rice.”
"Monkey, bring this batch of bread over!”
Yi Yongqing called a colleague over and asked him to bring the bread over to seal it.
Level 5 (Cooking) Western Pastry was enough for Yi Yongqing to make bread and cake with ease.
"Brother Qing, it smells so good. You're too amazing. You've only been a technician for two months, and you're already able to bring out new ideas. You're even better than an old master!”
The monkey was called Hou Jianjun. He was 1.7 meters tall and was half a head shorter than Yi Yongqing. He was as thin as a hemp pole and was two years older than Yi Yongqing. However, he called Yi Yongqing 'Brother Qing'. He had a good relationship with Yi Yongqing.
"Yongqing, let me tell you some good news. The factory manager has agreed to give you a raise. Your monthly salary will increase by 1 yuan, making it 23.5 yuan a month! However, he's still a second-grade worker."
"Jianjun, you can't eat it secretly!"
At this moment, a middle-aged man in his forties walked over and smiled at the two of them.
This person was the workshop director, Wang Hezhang.
Yi Yongqing was originally an apprentice in the food factory, with a monthly salary of 18 yuan. However, in the past six months, Yi Yongqing quickly changed from an apprentice to a skilled worker, and his salary increased several times.
In this era, the workers in the production line were basically level 8 workers. Yi Yongqing was now a level 2 worker. His seniority was too short, but it was not a small amount to get 23.5 yuan a month for half a year.
The higher the rank of the frontline workers, the higher the salary. It was the exact opposite of the salary of service personnel. For service personnel such as cooks and policemen, the lower the rank, the higher the salary.
For example, He Yuzhu was a level-eight chef with a monthly salary of 37.5 yuan. If he was a level-one chef, his salary could reach 8 or 90 yuan.
In this day and age, a steamed bun with white flour was only five cents each, and grains were even cheaper. They were only half the price or even less.
2.5 yuan per person was enough. Of course, this was for miscellaneous grains. It was not enough to eat refined grains and fine grains. Moreover, one could not just eat staple food without vegetables. Oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and so on also cost money.
Most of the time, money couldn't buy anything. Many resources were bought with coupons, such as food coupons, meat coupons, industrial coupons, and so on.
These days, resources were scarce, and every family's days were not very good.
However, there was an advantage to working in the food factory. After meeting the production plan, he could occasionally eat a little secretly. As long as it was not too much, the higher-ups would turn a blind eye.
Of course, there were also some brave ones who stole it for their families to eat.
"Thank you, Director. I've been researching a new cream grape cake recently. Do you think there's a chance for me to try it?”
Yi Yongqing happily thanked him and asked.
"Heh, you know about cakes too? Alright, send me a report. How much cream, grapes, and flour do you need? I'll approve it for you.”
Wang Hezhang waved his hand and agreed.
Yi Yongqing had already come up with two improved bread products. They were fragrant, soft, and delicious. The sales were very good, and the factory manager often praised them.
"Thank you, Director!"
Yi Yongqing sent Wang Hezhang off with a smile.
"It's a holiday today. Liping told me to tell you to wait for her after work.”
Hou Jianjun came over again and muttered to Yi Yongqing.
"Alright. By the way, Monkey, I'll go buy some bread after work today and bring it home. I'll give you some.”
Yi Yongqing patted him on the shoulder. There was a special price for bread in the factory, which was much cheaper than outside.
Liping's surname was He, and she was one year older than Yi Yongqing. She was very beautiful and had entered the factory at the same time as him. The three of them had been in the packaging workshop at the beginning and could be considered very good friends.
However, after Yi Yongqing was assigned to the baking workshop, there were fewer opportunities to chat.
"Then thank you, Brother Qing. You're really my brother!”
Hou Jianjun laughed. His family situation was much worse than Yi Yongqing's. There were six people in his family. His parents, an elder sister, a younger brother, and a younger sister.
His younger siblings were still young. His father and sister were the main ones. The three of them earned money to support the family.
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