He Yu Tong woke up groggily on his work desk. He realized that ink was still dripping from the brush on his somewhat dilapidated high desk. He Yu Tong felt as if her brain had exploded.
He placed his hand on his forehead.
Where am I?
What am I doing?
who I am
After recalling the past, he realized that he had transmigrated to the 1950s in Sijiu City, and it was a world full of Siheyuan.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little miserable.
After all, he was an art student in school before. He did not expect to wake up here after watching a TV series.
However, there seemed to be some discrepancy in the time. Here, he was He Yuzhu's twin brother. Yes, He Yuzhu was only a few minutes older than him, but even so, he was still his biological brother.
Other than an older brother, he also had a younger sister called He Yushui. She seemed to be in the third grade of Red Star Elementary School.
As for himself?
He seemed to be an apprentice of the Red Star Porcelain Factory.
Apprentices, as the name implied, were apprentices who had not yet become workers.
Here.
Apprentices were just noobs who didn't know anything.
He also had to follow his master to do odd jobs. When he was working with his master, he would learn something from him and then study hard. Only then could he become a pottery worker.
Of course, there were different types of ceramists.
According to his master, these things had started to be classified a long time ago.
Among them, there were those who drew, trimmed, glazed, fired, painted, and filled in colors. He was the only one among the ten apprentices who painted.
Of course, becoming an apprentice here was something to be proud of.
After all, in this era where workers were the most important, he could be considered to have an iron rice bowl. In this era, it could be said that not many people could have such luck.
Just as He Yutong was thinking about all of this.
A hand full of calluses rested on his shoulder. He Yu Tong turned around and saw that the person who had placed his hand on her shoulder was her master.
He was Lin Guochang, a seventh-grade worker in the factory.
No matter which factory it was, a Level 7 worker was a god-like existence. After all, there were only a dozen Level 7 workers in this factory, and Level 8 workers were in the single digits. Moreover, they were not in the same job.
For example, Lin Guochang was one of the only two grade-7 painters. As for grade-8 painters, there were no more.
According to his master, there were a few Grade 8 workers in other large factories, and his master was one of them.
As for why they were not in the same factory, it was because this period was a planned economy, and his master had only come to the Red Star Porcelain Factory after being assigned by the department.
How did he get in?
Of course, it was because his father, He Daqing, had asked someone to help him get in.
Because he didn't like to learn cooking from He Daqing, He Daqing used his connections to get him into the ceramic factory. It was a skill after all, and he would definitely not starve to death after learning it.
It was like learning to cook. Who had ever heard of a chef starving to death?
Just as He Yutong was still thinking about something, Lin Guochang's hoarse and steady voice sounded by her ear.
"Little He, what happened just now? Why did you fall asleep on the seat?”。
" What you're doing is wrong…"
" Besides, you're also violating the factory's rules. Director Zhang saw it and asked me to remind you. Also, you've been deducted 50 cents this month…"
After Lin Guochang finished speaking, he placed a thick stack of sketches on He Yutong's table. He looked at Director Zhang who was not far away from him and then said to He Yutong,
" I've already paid the fifty cents for you. Director Zhang specifically asked you to finish drawing these hundred drafts today. Everyone's waiting to use them…"
When He Yu Tong saw that her master had helped her pay the fine, she immediately felt a little apologetic. After all, she was fined because she had fallen asleep. She had violated the rules, so it was only right for her to be fined.
Hence, He Yu Tong immediately took out the only fifty cents she had from her pocket and placed it in her master Lin Guo Chang's thick calloused hand as she said with a nod.
"Master…"
" I appreciate your good intentions. It's my fault for doing something wrong, but I have to pay for it. There's no such thing as a disciple making a mistake and the master taking over…"
" And you're teaching me something…"
"So, you have to keep this money…"
He Yutong's tone was very firm.
Seeing that He Yutong was so determined, Lin Guochang put He Yutong's fifty cents into his pocket and instructed He Yutong to finish sketching the hundred drafts today.
After He Yutong agreed, Lin Guochang returned to his work station.
However, He Yutong, who was fined 50 cents, still felt a heartache. After all, 50 cents could buy a lot of things in this era.
Five yuan was almost a month's worth of food for a family.
This fifty cents was enough to buy five catties of noodles.
He Yutong looked at Director Zhang, who was posing as a leader in front of her, and felt a little disdainful in her heart.
Using a chicken feather as an arrow, he really thought he was a green onion.
After He Yu Tong said this helplessly, she gradually began to accept the reality that she had transmigrated to this place.
Life had to go on.
Otherwise, could it still be called life?
Therefore, He Yu Tong began to take the drafts and examine them. When He Yu Tong saw the patterns on the drafts, she immediately began to curse at Director Zhang.
There were so many complicated patterns?
Could he finish it in a day? Is this a joke?
Didn't he just replace your son's spot?
Do you have to do this to me?
He Yutong was speechless at Director Zhang's words.
Because He Daqing's connections were stronger than Director Zhang's, he replaced Director Zhang's son. The cleanest job in the ceramic factory was painting.
Besides, I didn't ask for this myself, okay? You offended the deputy director yourself. The deputy director wants to mess with you. What's the use of venting your anger on me?
Because he had replaced his son's position, he had arranged for his son to be in the job of repairing embryos.
If it was calculated based on salary.
Now, the salary of the artist was definitely higher than that of He Yutong's painter.
However, even if he was an apprentice, Director Zhang's son, Zhang Hu's salary was still one yuan higher than his.
His apprentice salary was 3.5 yuan, while Zhang Hu's salary was 4.5 yuan.
This was already one yuan more than him.
However, in the factory, he could only get a fixed salary.
With this, he would earn twelve yuan more than himself in a year, which was nearly two months 'worth of food for a family of three.
In the later stages, the salary of the embryo repair would also be higher than his.
If they were both grade-8 workers.
The salary for repairing embryos could reach nearly 100 yuan, while the salary for painting was only about 90 yuan.
However, He Yutong knew that in the future, the salary of a painter would far exceed that of a repairman.
When He Yu Tong thought of this, she gritted her teeth and endured it.
At this moment.
A mechanical voice sounded in He Yutong's mind.
[Activating Class System.]
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