As they chatted, they arrived at the steel rolling mill. The factory was less than two kilometers away from the courtyard house. It was no wonder that the stick stalks would come to the back of the factory to eat after stealing the chicken.
Zhou Hao entered the fourth workshop and stood beside his bench vice.
This vice was stained with oil and could not be compared to the one provided by the dimensional training ground.
He was a little glad that he had worked hard last night. Otherwise, he would have been even more uncomfortable.
He put on his gloves and started cleaning the bench vice.
Some of the dirt was scraped off, and the rusted parts were also removed.
When the official working hours were approaching, the bench vice was at least pleasing to the eye.
Zhou Hao removed the dirt on his gloves. When he saw the workshop director, he quickly walked over.
"Zhou Hao, what's the matter?"
In the system's settings, Zhou Hao was a hardworking and hardworking worker with a little talent. The quality of the parts he processed was not low either, so the workshop director naturally had a good impression of him.
"Chief Wang, I want to ask about this year's technical assessment.”
"You want to take the exam?" Chief Wang laughed.”
The higher the skill level of the workers under him, the greater the benefits to the workshop. Naturally, Director Wang would not refuse.
"That's right."
"Alright, I'll sign you up. You have to work hard and practice.”
"Don't worry, I'll work hard."
Zhou Hao promised repeatedly. Then, under Director Wang's encouragement, he returned to his bench vice.
The few hours of hard work last night had not been in vain. Now that he was working, it was easy.
Moreover, the skills listed by the system had the benefit of unlimited leveling. As long as it was work, the skill would improve.
Although the percentage progress was very low, it would accumulate and level up sooner or later.
If the others wanted to level up, they would probably have to learn new knowledge.
However, it was different for him. As long as he leveled up, the relevant knowledge would be transmitted to his brain, and he would be able to digest it quickly.
This was the power of the system, and Zhou Hao had experienced it firsthand.
He was busy with work and had no time to care about anything else.
As for the physical energy consumption, it was not a problem.
Not to mention his Super Self-Healing Level 1, just the 1 Constitution Talent alone would allow him to adapt to the heavy physical labor.
Constitution talent 1 did not directly increase his constitution, but because his constitution was too high.
For ordinary people, reaching the level of an athlete was almost the limit.
But he was different. If his talent was enhanced, he could continue to improve and surpass athletes.
However, he had to train hard. Zhou Hao had only transmigrated for a short period of time, and the twenty hours he spent in the dimensional training ground was only a little over a day.
After getting used to his current life, he would naturally not stop training.
Perhaps it was because there were too many problems with his body in his previous life, and the appearance of intestinal cancer made him extremely afraid.
He was no longer so resistant to physical training. He even wanted to train himself immediately.
If he had this mentality in his previous life, he wouldn't have been so useless.
That was why people would only know how to cherish what they had lost.
Thanks to the system, he had the chance to come again.
Before he knew it, it was lunchtime. Zhou Hao stopped working and took out a white cigarette wrapped in white paper from his pocket. He took out a match and lit one.
This white cigarette was given by the system. It was set to be a pipe, so it definitely had cigarettes and matches.
Since he had Super Self-Healing, he did not plan to quit smoking.
White cigarettes were very cheap, and they were not even sold on the market. They were secretly made by others.
It was five cents a pack, and he didn't even want a cigarette ticket.
As for the taste, it was hard to describe.
Chen Jun, Yang Qing, and Wang Hai came over. Zhou Hao handed them lit cigarettes, and the three of them lit their own.
Matches cost two cents per box, so he would save as much as he could.
After puffing out smoke for a while, it ended very quickly.
Only then did Zhou Hao and the others head to the cafeteria and line up to get food.
Vegetables were five cents, meat was twenty cents, and with steamed buns and cornbread, it was actually quite a lot.
When it was Zhou Hao's turn, he ordered a serving of stewed cabbage with potatoes and three cornbread buns. It was less than ten cents.
Shaking the spoon had nothing to do with him. After all, he had never offended Silly Zhu.
He had nothing to do with the chefs and kitchen helpers in the canteen, but there was no enmity between them either. Naturally, he would not be blamed for shaking the spoon.
After Chen Jun and the others had finished getting food, the four of them found a seat and sat down to eat.
In the past, he would only eat cornbread at wedding banquets. It was also made from fine grains and coarse grains. The taste was very good, not to mention that he also added a piece of braised pork with preserved vegetables.
It was really uncomfortable to eat these things now.
Fortunately, his throat was used to being uncomfortable because of his previous problems.
He didn't care about chewing slowly and directly wolfed down the food. He just ordered and was done.
No matter how bad it tasted, it had to be eaten. Not to mention that Super Self-Healing required a lot of energy, waste was the greatest sin in this era.
It had only been a few years since the three difficult years, but many places still lacked food and materials, even this city.
If Zhou Hao dared to waste it, he would be criticized by the entire factory.
He did not plan to do anything big. He just had to live a safe and stable life.
After lunch, the others were still working. Zhou Hao left the cafeteria after saying goodbye to the three of them.
She went to the public toilet and endured the stench.
After returning to the workshop, it was naturally impossible to start work immediately.
It was normal to work hard during working hours, but not at other times.
If he worked too hard, it would cause some colleagues to be dissatisfied.
He was very clear about this in his previous life. In fact, he was also one of the dissatisfied members back then.
Since he knew what these people were thinking, how could he find trouble for nothing?
In this era, one didn't need to be awesome, as long as one knew one's place.
Zhou Hao was quite cautious, so he naturally wouldn't stir up trouble.
Chen Jun and the others had also returned. The four of them chatted casually and smoked a few cigarettes. It was time to go to work.
Zhou Hao continued working and became more and more skilled.
The identity of a worker was very important, and it was also the foundation for being able to stay stable for more than ten years.
If he trained his skills, even if it was difficult to assess him again in the next few years, the leaders of the factory and those organizations would not come to pick him up.
Take the hypocrite Yi Zhonghai for example. Level 8 fitters were rare in factories, and every one of them was a very precious technical backbone.
As long as he did not cause trouble, no one would provoke him. The higher-ups would even protect him in time.
Zhou Hao also hoped that this would happen, even though he knew that the chances were slim.
When he was busy, everything was simple.
The afternoon passed by unknowingly, and it was time to get off work.
Zhou Hao was quite satisfied with the processed parts.
Although his skill level was low, it was stable.
Unlike other workers, no matter how good their skills were, they would still make mistakes.
He was different. With the system around, as long as he did not get distracted, he could guarantee the quality.
After handing over the parts, the workshop director inspected them and patted his shoulder in satisfaction.
"If you can maintain the quality of your work every day, I will report it to the director and let them consider it for you.”
"Thank you, Director!"
"I should."
Zhou Hao said goodbye and made up his mind to spend more time on his fitter skills when he got back.
If he became a third-episode fitter, his salary would be 45.2 yuan. If he ate meat every two days, no one would suspect him.
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