Zhang Bingye was now a second-class welder, but his skills had already reached the level of a third-class welder.
Half a month later, it would be the assessment for the promotion of welders.
Zhang Bingye was planning to participate in the assessment and be promoted to a third-grade professional title.
Zhang Bingye's monthly salary was 37.5 yuan.
His monthly salary would be five yuan more, and he would also receive a little more money from the company.
In this era where eggs were 18.8 cents per catty and pork was 80 cents per catty.
The purchasing power of five yuan was very strong.
Even if he went to Pigeon City, he could buy more than three catties of meat for five yuan.
Zhang Bingye was confident that he could be promoted to a third-grade welder.
However, as he continued to advance, the things he learned became more complicated.
It was a hurdle for a Level 3 Welder to advance to a Level 4 Welder.
As for the level seven welders…
Zhang Bingye didn't even dare to think about it.
He estimated that it would take him eight to ten years to become a level-seven welder if he relied on his own learning.
Now, the system had rewarded him with a Level 7 Welder Skill Card.
It saved Zhang Bingye at least ten years of time.
It was a bloody profit.
Grade 7 welders were considered top-notch welders in the Red Star Rolling Mill. They could earn 82.5 yuan a month, and they could discuss the receipt with their leaders.
He had a very high status in the factory.
In society, a grade-7 welder was a king in the matchmaking market.
Even the ordinary office workers in the future could not compare to a level seven welder with an iron rice bowl in this era.
Zhang Bingye took out the Level 7 Welder Skill Card from the grid.
With a thought, he used it.
A huge amount of knowledge about welders was stuffed into Zhang Bingye's mind.
Argon arc welding, resistance welding, gas welding, two-step shielded welding, pressure vessel welding, and so on.
The melting point of various metal materials, their fusing properties, and the method of welding.
Different welding methods and different metal materials were used.
There were also safety precautions for different working conditions.
It took Zhang Bingye more than ten minutes to absorb the vast knowledge and decades of welding skills.
"From now on, I'll be a Level 7 Welder.”
Zhang Bingye muttered and smiled.
He was looking forward to the Welder Skill Assessment in half a month.
Zhang Bingye's gaze fell on another system grid.
Inside was a Xingyi Fist Master Skill Card.
Zhang Bingye took out the Skill Card and used it silently.
Xingyi Fist was one of the traditional martial arts in the country.
At the beginning of its establishment, it was called the Six Combination Boxing of Mind, which was the combination of heart and mind, mind and qi, qi and strength, shoulder and hip, elbow and knee, hand and foot.
The basic fist technique was the Five Elements Fist.
Metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.
They corresponded to the Splitting Fist, Drill Fist, Crushing Fist, Cannon Fist, and Horizontal Fist.
There was a saying that Taiji did not go out for ten years, and Xingyi killed people for a year.
This fist technique was powerful and ruthless.
It was a publicly recognized killing technique in the martial world.
Previously, Zhang Bingye had cleansed his body and greatly improved his physical fitness, but he did not have the corresponding moves.
After drawing the Xingyi Fist Skill Card, he could be considered to have made up for his shortcomings.
Zhang Bingye knew the principle of using martial arts to break the ban.
With a sharp blade in his body, his killing intent rose.
It was a society ruled by law now, and individual bravery was greatly limited.
He naturally wouldn't use this martial arts to do evil.
"Ding! The host has punished the Jia family. The daily reward has been refreshed.”
"30 catties of polished rice, 10 catties of white flour, and 2 catties of brown sugar.”
Zhang Bingye had just recovered from the joy of his harvest.
The daily rewards refreshed again.
Zhang Bingye took out the reward.
A bag of fine rice, each crystal clear, full and smooth.
It was the best Wuchang rice.
In the previous dynasty, the Wuchang Rice was a tribute rice specially provided to the royal family.
Even though the country was expanding its production, the price of Wuchang rice was still high in the rice shops.
It was already a good day for ordinary people to eat rice.
He didn't dare to hope for Wuchang Rice.
White flour and brown sugar were also very practical materials.
Zhang Bingye put all the rewards into his storage ring.
He lay on the bed to rest.
At the entrance of the Jia residence.
Silly Zhu carried two blankets over.
One was on the floor, and the other was on his body.
Although it was summer, it was still a little cold to sleep on the limestone slab at night.
"Sis, I'll be right outside. If there's anything, let me know.”
Silly Zhu said with a smile as he poked his head into the Jia family's house with a flashlight.
"Just guard outside. Don't make a sound if there's nothing.”
Jia Zhangshi was on alert, and she shone the flashlight in Shazhu's eyes.
She was worried about Silly Zhu.
Silly Zhu was not interested.
He retracted his head.
Lying on the ground.
Qin Huairu would occasionally glance outside.
It was pitch black.
He couldn't see anything.
Qin Huairu's heart palpitated.
When the door collapsed just now, it was as if the sky had collapsed. She was almost scared out of her wits.
It would be difficult to fall asleep.
Jia Zhang-shi's heart was big. She kicked her legs and prepared to sleep.
Suddenly, Jia Zhang-shi felt something cold with her big foot.
"Who peed on the bed?"
"You even covered it with a blanket.”
Jia Zhang-shi was furious.
He turned on the flashlight and lifted the blanket.
Immediately, the smell of urine assaulted his senses.
"I wet the bed."
The stick stuck out its head.
"You're so useless, just like your mother.”
"Why don't you go to hell if you wet your bed at night?”
Jia Zhang-shi cursed, feeling unlucky.
He reached out to pinch his thigh.
"Brother also wet the bed."
"He was the one who covered the blanket."
She cried in pain and complained.
The meme fell silent.
When the door collapsed just now, the stick and the clang were so scared that they wet their beds.
He didn't dare to say anything because he wanted to save face. He covered himself with the blanket.
"Mom, just change the bedding.”
"Everyone is asleep. If we wake them up again, they will blame us again.”
Qin Huairu got up and switched on the lights to check on the situation.
There were two puddles of water on the bed, one big and one small.
The smell of urine was pungent.
"Hurry up and pack."
"Why are there so many things in the middle of the night?”
Jia Zhangshi was very impatient.
If not for Qin Huairu's persuasion, she would have pinched him a few more times.
Let Dangdang learn to remember.
Qin Huairu changed the bedding and changed the pants for Dangdang and Banggeng.
Half an hour passed after he was done.
That night, Qin Huairu's heart palpitated incessantly, worried that something would happen at home.
The next day.
The first ray of morning light pierced through the clouds and landed on the ground.
Zhang Bingye opened his eyes.
Perhaps it was because he had obtained the Night Demon Talent, Zhang Bingye could feel it as soon as the sun rose.
More accurate than an alarm clock.
Zhang Bingye carried a bucket to the front yard to get water.
She prepared to wash up and leave some water for dinner.
He pushed open the door and took a few steps.
Zhang Bingye saw Silly Zhu get up with narrowed eyes.
After sleeping on the floor for the entire night, Silly Zhu felt that his bones were hurting.
She did not sleep well the entire night.
Silly Zhu looked at Zhang Bingye and snorted.
Zhang Bingye ignored him.
She fetched water and washed up. After that, she took more than a pound of white flour and began to knead the dough.
He would have ramen with eggs for breakfast.
After thinking for a while, Zhang Bingye took half a catty of Wuchang rice and started cooking.
The water and flour were mixed together and kneaded.
When he was almost done kneading, he placed it into an porcelain basin and covered it with a piece of cloth.
Waiting to wake up.
Zhang Bingye took out six more eggs.
The iron pot was heated up and a little vegetable oil was poured in.
He held the egg and lightly cracked it on the stove.
The egg rolled into the iron pot.
It made a sizzling sound when it came into contact with the hot oil.
The fragrance of fried eggs spread throughout the room.
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