1966.
Winter, Capital City, Red Star Rolling Mill.
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"Hey, Xiao Song, why are you sleeping here? Wake up, if the Public Order Squad saw you, they would scold you.”
'Am I not at home? Where did this sound come from?
Song Qingshan was shocked and looked up.
A man in his fifties, dressed in dark blue, was patting him on the shoulder.
"Brother Lin!"
Seeing the man's face, Song Qingshan naturally called out this name. At the same time, a memory appeared in his mind.
Song Qingshan, 21 years old, from Shunyi, had just come from the countryside.
After entering the rolling mill for less than a week, he inherited his uncle's house in Nanluogu Alley.
Brother Lin's full name was Lin Tao. He was the workshop master who brought him to work.
"Still not used to it? Was he too tired yesterday and didn't rest well?”Brother Lin continued.
"Yes, there are some."
Song Qingshan smiled awkwardly. Only then did he realize that he had fallen asleep while leaning against the bed. No wonder his hands were so sore.
"It's good that you're used to it, but you can't sleep during working hours. The weather is getting cold.”
Brother Lin handed over an porcelain jar." Drink some water. It's almost time to get off work. Clean yourself up. If you go to the cafeteria late, you won't be able to eat anything good."”
"Hey." Song Qingshan didn't mind. He took a sip and handed it back with a smile."Thank you, Brother Lin."
"What are you talking about? What's my relationship with your uncle? Wake up and do your job well.”
Brother Lin scolded him with a smile. He took the white porcelain jar and turned to leave.
"I wonder what era it is now?”
Song Qingshan picked up a wrench and tightened the straightening machine screw. After all, he was a mechanical doctor in his previous life. Combined with what Brother Lin had taught him, this small matter was not difficult for him.
At the same time, he silently flipped through his memories to see which era he had transmigrated to.
"Clang."
The sound behind him woke Song Qingshan up and he turned around.
Oh, come on, there's no need to think. Did I meet someone familiar?
Good heavens, wasn't this the First Young Master of the Qin Man Siheyuan?
Yi Zhonghai was a fake good person. He had transmigrated into a movie and was in the same workshop as her.
...
"Heh."
Song Qingshan sneered. Since he was already here, he would take it as it was. He then turned his attention back to his work.
Half an hour later, it was time to get off work.
Song Qingshan put down the tools in his hand, took off the white sleeve, and walked out of the workshop.
They stopped when they passed by Yi Zhonghai's work station.
"Hey, Little Song."
Song Qingshan didn't say anything. He stopped in his tracks and looked at the young master of the courtyard house in surprise.
"Are we going to the cafeteria to get food?"
"Yes, what's the matter?"
"That's good. Help me bring some noodles. I'll give you a meal ticket later.”
As he spoke, Yi Zhonghai handed over the lunch box in his hand.
Song Qingshan sneered and glanced at him.""Get lost!"
Without waiting for Yi Zhonghai's response, he turned around and left.
Song Qingshan had watched TV dramas before. The only good people in the Siheyuan were the Deaf Old Lady and Lou Xiao'e.
As for Yi Zhonghai, he didn't seem to have done anything bad on the surface.
He seemed to be upright and upright, but he was actually a hypocrite.
Qin Huairu's vampire family had dragged Silly Zhu for eight whole years, yet they had not seen this and had even been persuading Silly Zhu not to be selfish.
Lou Xiao'e brought He Xiao back from Xiangjiang and opened a restaurant for Silly Zhu. Qin Huairu tried to stop her.
In order to have someone to support him in his old age, Yi Zhonghai had collaborated with the entire hospital to plan to break up Lou Xiao'e's family reunion.
They even used words to force Shazhu and Lou Xiao'e to open a nursing home for them.
His son, He Xiao, was also a fool. He never understood his mother and sided with outsiders. At that time, he wanted to strangle this brat.
Silly Zhu was also an idiot. He was being eaten alive. If not for the deaf old lady, he would have died long ago.
When he saw the end of the television series, he had an even more terrifying guess. Why did the First Young Master have to help Qin Huiru in the middle of the night every time?
Behind them, an auntie saw something. A perfectly fine person suddenly had a heart attack and died.
Song Qingshan felt that there was no need to be polite with them.
The words " get lost " were plain and plain. The volume was neither too loud nor too soft. Everyone in the workshop heard it and looked at Song Qingshan in surprise.
Who was the First Young Master? Level 8 workshop fitter, 98 yuan a month.
Even the factory manager would not easily offend the old man of the rolling mill.
You're a newbie who just took over the shift. Not to mention your status as an old senior, even if other old people asked you to get a meal on the way, it's not like they wouldn't give you a meal ticket. Good heavens, you're directly humiliated by others.
"What are you talking about?"
Yi Zhonghai said coldly with a serious expression. He almost came back to his senses.
A few days ago, this kid had just come from the countryside. When he visited, he brought some local specialties with him. He called him " Grandpa Yi " very sweetly.
Today, he asked for help to get food. He did not know if his head was squeezed by the door, but in return, he said,"Get lost."
"Yo, you're getting old and deaf. Get lost, did you hear me clearly? If you want to eat, go get your own food. If your legs are inconvenient, then stop working early!”
The workers in the workshop looked at each other. This sentence was even more embarrassing than before.
"If you have the guts, say it again!"
"Heh, I'll say it a hundred times, a thousand times, no problem. I'll let you scram. If you want to eat, go and fight yourself.”
This guy was even more arrogant. He didn't give Yi Zhonghai any face and directly attacked the corner of the wall.
A male worker couldn't stand it anymore and said,"Young man, how can you say that? You don't even know how to keep your mouth shut. Hurry up and apologize to Master Yi.”
"Hey, why are you teaching me how to do things? I can say whatever I want."
" You!" The man's face was flushed red. Song Qingshan was speechless.
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